When that baby becomes your son
And you worship a Creator who still let this baby boy breathe long enough to get HERE
And you praise Him even when you do not understand why unformed bodies are so…unformed
It is so much more than a healthy, “normal”, planned baby
It is a created being
From the beginning
And that Creator, He is the One who can GIVE and can TAKE AWAY
Job, that suffering one, he said it too
Abba gives. Abba takes. Abba’s name be ever praised
Almost feeling defeat
Thinking it is impossible
It is all in vain
Why did we even try?
Was it a waste?
That beauty of seeing your boy be a “lover of the light”
When he plays in shadows and light beams with his brother
And they cannot help but bounce and chuckle and love one another
Because they see Light
And they know that it is good
And it is safe
They see each other in such beautiful hues
Because, hues, they can be altered by light right?
But how the light falls?
And if I know the Light
And I know He is love and His is good and He makes all things new
And He has a purpose for this world and all that
And I watch, and I want it too
I want to see others in a hue of glory
In a hue of His glory