A baby born at just the right time.

Dear friend,

Congratulations. You're in my prayers. There is much to worry about. A lot of unknowns. Fears abound. I think about you a lot. You're in my prayers in these moments. That beautiful baby you're holding is so tiny and so fragile, and you're never going to be more filled with joy and more weighed down by weariness at the same time. I remember the tough conversations, more than I want to. Maybe it was the one moment in parenting I got right, and it wasn't my own.

We've been were you are. Different situation. Different problem. Same fears. Same anxieties. The only thing I can tell you is this. The one conversation I had that was worth having was the one I had with my God. "He's yours. Do with him as you will" It was the prayer of desperation, the faith of last resort. And it was all I had left. I remember the long drive back to the hospital in the driving rain, alone in the silence. And all I could pray was "He's your child, God. Do with him as you will."

I can promise you our God will show up. I can't promise how, or when. But I can promise that our God will show up. He's crazy about babies that way. And their moms and dads. I'm here if you need me, friend. You're not alone in this moment. Just as much as that beautiful baby is loved, so are you.

thus spake,

me