Such a busy day today…busy but blessed. I found it hard to decide just which of today’s events I should write about. As I contemplated this, I realized just how much blogging material I really have. I mean, I will never – could never – run out of things to share with you all. My children are all healthy and busy, my husband loves the he*# out of me (at least that’s what he says), and my days are generally jam packed with the hustle and bustle of a happily chaotic bunch of generally happy big and little people…whew, that’s a lot of words!
OK, I opted to spend the rest of the week’s posts sharing about the dirt and bubble baths taken by D’Lo today, the bike accident that claimed the skin off the hands of my clumsy, little Dee Dee Girl, and saving the best for last, my Devaney’s Period party that took place at grandma’s house tonight. Instead, what I am going to spill forth from my mushy and emotionally overactive heart is the joy I felt, watching my newborn son being dedicated to his Creator during church today.
As a parent, it is truly humbling to acknowledge that your children are not given to you by God, rather they are loaned to you by the One who actually created them. Yes, I laid with my husband and enjoyed one of the privileges of being a wife the night that he was made but, in all actuality, it was not us who made him. Yes, I worked very hard for nine long months as he grew inside of my womb but, in all actuality, it was not me who grew him. Yes, I labored with all my might during a very painful delivery but, in all actuality, it was not me who delivered him. He was brought to us, a temporary gift, for a reason…and today we stood in front of our church and family, and we made a promise.
Yes, it is a very powerful and emotional thing to admit a true understanding of these things. To see our precious new baby, on the day of his dedication, in the arms of our pastor, and ultimately, in the hands of our Father (his Father) in Heaven…
