I have just spent the last four days standing in amazement as I watched my oldest daughter be a mother! She didn't have nine months to prepare. She didn't have tons of showers to help her prepare for all she needed. She didn't have anyone "instruct" her on HOW to raise FOUR boys. She didn't even have anyone who could really relate to her situation. Oh, yes, she has other friends who have adopted. But most of them already had a child when they adopted or only adopted ONE or TWO children. But two very important things that she DID have: a wonderful husband who is as passionate about these four boys as she is and who feels as called to do that as Rick and I did to go overseas. AND she had/has a wonderful heavenly Father who can give her EVERYTHING she needs. As I sat back and watched her with the FANTASTIC FOUR I was so proud ... so moved by her willingness to sacrifice everything to be obedient to what God has called her to do ... so convicted to spend MORE time on my knees for her and for Brian and for each one of the FANTASTIC FOUR ... so inspired to draw closer to the One who can also give me all I need.
I stood amazed these few days as I watched God's grace pour over this family. There were hard moments, that's true, but there were some incredibly sweet moments ... unexpected hugs, little voices calling me "Gigi", wonderful meals and conversations around the table, playing "Mother May I" as a spelling game, helping dump a trailer of sticks in the woods, cooking a meal with my oldest grandson, changing a diaper after MANY years, ... I could go on and on. Sweet, sweet moments.
I have been praying for my grandchildren for years ... not by name, but with the confidence that they were coming and that God had a wonderful plan for their lives. Now those prayers have faces and names and hopes and a future. They are part of my family. They are changing my world!
Heading for a weekend vacation with them on Friday. Will update later.
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