I Prayed for a baby and got one. Practically as soon as I prayed it, he began to grow. I turned all ugly shades of green and swelled and struggled for nine very long months, countless meals churned and didn’t stay put. Eventually I labored but still, this one was a struggle. Plans changed and he was at last born, though I grieved the method for years.
His dark hair and brown skin, harkening back to his Portuguese roots, he was perfect to us. They said he was a big baby, but he just looked so small in my arms. I had no idea what I was doing. He and I learning together, how to play and rest. Today he’s eight. Eight years ago he came forth and has challeneded me to be better over and over again.
We spend our days finding common ground, he and I, me, the ‘good-enough-is-good-enough’ and him, the perfection seeker. He has opened my eyes to things and given me such joy and so many treasured moments already- He has shown me how to listen, how to move slower– He marches to his own beat and it is much slower than mine. I rush and race and spin and he moves methodically, taking the time, taking it all in. I am learning to treasure his pace, to accept it with gratitude,how he has been built.
His smile and giggle so infectious and charming, we tease him about his deep “chocolate” brown eyes. He prays with me and we laugh about silly read-a-longs in the curriculum we are wading through. He loves music, though he is too shy to sing alone. At just eight, he has learned to give the glory to God, with him it seems to come naturally, easily even. I watch in awe and amazement. He has blessed us so much and I thank God that he is mine to hold and treasure these days.
Happy Birthday, to our sweet, sweet Luke!
But be sure to fear the lord and serve him faithfully with all your heart; consider what great things he has done for you. 1 Samuel 12:24
Counting o to my 1000 Gifts…
630. Luke. My firstborn son…
631. Each of my children, each born at the appointed time, each one a gift straight from the Fathers hand
632. The quiet moments in between the chaos of life. A few moments sorting laundry, a minute at the sink…
633. The words that are slow coming. Trusting that you will give them in your perfect time.
634. New, and terrifying projects. Counting on Grace to see me through
635. Afternoons at the park with friends. Sweet fellowship!
636. Dresses on clearence. (Score!)
637. New commitments, new improvements.
638. Rest. How bady it’s needed, how you give it in unexpected ways.
639. So many answered prayers for us this week, so many all at once, and so quickly. Grace from your hands, Lord.
640. This thanksgiving season, how it’s humbling us to be more mindful of our gifts. How it encourages s to give more…