Eleven days since Sebastian was born. Nine days spent with him and his parents. Nine days and nights cooking, cleaning, changing, burping, swaddling, loving, rocking, adoring this sweet family. I feel like I am producing, acting in, and watching a movie--the most informative documentary, the most dramatic drama, the most exciting adventure, the tenderest comedy, the most beautifully creative animation, the most diverse musical to be filmed since Gracie, Ruby, Emme, and Jonah were born, and before that since Christel, Becky, Joy, and Kathleen were born.
Father God is tenderly loving us and rejoicing over us, preparing a secure and appropriately nurturing environment for us just as we do for Sebastian. He feeds us His Word--both written and living--as we come to Him, hungry for more of Him. He swaddles us when we are overstimulated and too needy for rest to even know that we need Him. He prepares a table for us always--Jehovah Jireh. He chuckles when we make new discoveries and include Him in our social contacts.
He watches over us as we sleep and as we are awake. He goes before us to prepare a place for us.
He send us flowers, visitors, and new gifts just because He is happy that we are His. And His Father-Mother-Grandparent heart is always saying "I love you. You are awesome. You are the best. You are the most wonderful to ever live. You are beautiful. You are perfect. You are mine. You are worthy of a new song. You are worth watching over day and night. You are worth all the work. You are special. You are the reason I sent my only Son. It was worth it all."