All is Right with the World

All is right with the world. At least the world that Bouffant Blonde inhabits. A new baby joined us last Wednesday at 11:21 p.m. He's a perfect miracle and a reminder that God blesses us again and again. There is nothing more peaceful or emotionally filling than holding a newborn in your arms, watching him as he sleeps. He is safe and secure and trusting. Evil and despair are far away. God is present and fills the space around you and this little one.

I was never able to have children of my own. It was a great sorrow for someone who dreamed of five or six kids running around a huge house I would call home. But blessings have come elsewhere. From the friends who have shared their children with me. From the little ones in Children's Church who laugh as they learn about Jesus and art (hey, I am who I am!). And most especially God has blessed me with a niece and three nephews to cherrish and love.

There are those who remind me that I will never know how deep is love that flows from a parent to a child. Perhaps they are right. But I wonder if the hurtful comments come from knowledge or something deeper, something called exclusion. In a very real way I appreciate these children so much more than those who easily birthed sons and daughts. I could never, ever take them for granted. They are gifts. As simple and complex as that may be. I treasure every moment with them because I know those moments are not a certainty. Those moments are a gift from God and their parents to let me be a part of their tiny one's life.

So I love this little one as I love his brother, his mom and his uncle. I cherrish them. I play toy football and listen to fishing tales and I hold a newborn in my arms while his mom calls people to announce his birth. I would die for these gifts I love. I would do anything to spare them pain or sorrow. That is love. My love for them.

Yes, all is right with the world.

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