Monday * January 16 * 1995 * 4:59 a.m.After being told more than likely I would never be able to conceive children, you (and the Lord!) proved them wrong. We brought home the perfect baby girl.....at least until two days later when you began screaming your head off. The adventure began.One thing I remember the most is riding home with you from the hospital. We were a nervous wreck! Can we really just take this baby home with us? What do we do with her? Do they trust us? Is this even legal? I was washed over with fear. So afraid of making mistakes, and boy did we make plenty!You put us to work right away. Normally, colic sets in about two weeks after bringing the baby home. Normally. You were already showing your individuality and trying to be a trendsetter that you started two days after coming home. Ugh. The doctor even felt sorry for us (or was that a chuckle I heard?). He said you were one of "those" babies that are classified as having severe colic. Again, showing your head-strong personality. In many ways, you are a guinea pig. Sometimes that works to your advantage and sometimes not. Just please remember that no matter how many mistakes we make, we are crazy-madly in love with you. You are beautiful on the outside and radiant on the inside. You make us proud.Above all, I consider it a high honor to be able to call you my sister in Christ. I know you have heard me say it many, many times (you can probably say it from memory!) that God has an amazing plan for your future. You, my love, will be an incredible force in God's army. He won't waste that individuality and head-strong personality that He placed in you from birth. Psalm 1:3, "He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season and its leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does, he prospers."
16 January 2009
happy birthday, abigail kate
Monday * January 16 * 1995 * 4:59 a.m.After being told more than likely I would never be able to conceive children, you (and the Lord!) proved them wrong. We brought home the perfect baby girl.....at least until two days later when you began screaming your head off. The adventure began.One thing I remember the most is riding home with you from the hospital. We were a nervous wreck! Can we really just take this baby home with us? What do we do with her? Do they trust us? Is this even legal? I was washed over with fear. So afraid of making mistakes, and boy did we make plenty!You put us to work right away. Normally, colic sets in about two weeks after bringing the baby home. Normally. You were already showing your individuality and trying to be a trendsetter that you started two days after coming home. Ugh. The doctor even felt sorry for us (or was that a chuckle I heard?). He said you were one of "those" babies that are classified as having severe colic. Again, showing your head-strong personality. In many ways, you are a guinea pig. Sometimes that works to your advantage and sometimes not. Just please remember that no matter how many mistakes we make, we are crazy-madly in love with you. You are beautiful on the outside and radiant on the inside. You make us proud.Above all, I consider it a high honor to be able to call you my sister in Christ. I know you have heard me say it many, many times (you can probably say it from memory!) that God has an amazing plan for your future. You, my love, will be an incredible force in God's army. He won't waste that individuality and head-strong personality that He placed in you from birth. Psalm 1:3, "He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season and its leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does, he prospers."
05 January 2009
a new year
A new year. A fresh start. A chance to think about your life over the past 12 months and to think of the direction you would like for it to go in the new year.I came across a story in my quiet time that made me stop and think. Henry Thoreau (19th century) was sent to jail because he refused to pay a poll tax in his state. He knew this tax would support slavery. As he sat in jail, his buddy Ralph Waldo Emerson came to see him and questioned him as to why in the world he was in jail (assuming Thoreau should have just paid the tax). I love what Henry said. He simply looked Emerson in the eye and boldly asked, "Nay, Ralph. The question is, What are you doing out there?" Ouch.We (I) need to ask that very question of myself. Would I have been in a prison cell beside Paul or hiding behind my pot at the well? Would I be discussing the issue of slavery along side Thoreau behind iron bars or hiding behind behind my sheets drying on the clothes line? Would I be known in my community for being a sold-out lover of Christ or hiding behind my coffee mug at Starbucks?The photo is of Abbie on our Haiti trip. It reminds me of the legacy I am leaving to my girls. May they say of me that their mama was passionate about Jesus. And may they follow in my footsteps.
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