In families where there are fractured histories often celebrations are hard. The art of celebrating someone, and it being a happy experience, I have personally battled to an exhausting degree. This celebration was beautiful and I was so grateful for the moments of joy and being able to be in illumination rather than darkness.
Seeing her face for the first time, hearing her voice, after asking her every day while she was in my womb if she was still alive if she was okay. It was such a moment of relief after all the worry and the pain. My cup overflows.
The outpouring of gifts for our new baby and for our family ~ all the flowers, the cards, the meals, the giving of one's time ~ it filled me full. I needed the celebration to be big and it was. Thank you to all of you who gave.
A new baby ushers in wonder and overwhelming sweetness into a house hold. It is not something that can be imagines only experienced. In believing in a Creator, and taking part in this masterpiece from His heart to mine, I know how loved I truly am.
And this...blessing this baby with love and gifts and beauty from dear friends...I was uplifted and my soul was filled again.
May you be blessed this week in your normal every day life. May you find inspiration and hope even if the every day seems mundane, full of servant hood, and maybe drudgery. May you look up and see that the beauty in you can spill over into it all.
xo
No comments:
Post a Comment