I've been angry. I've been doubtful. I've been questioning.
But tomorrow, I will refuse to be any of those things. This is my pledge. Because on February 24th, I plan to think only of something amazing -- the birth of one of the sweetest pieces of joy I've ever seen.
It's this guy.
|Sam and Rachel at Halloween.|
"I pity the fool who doesn't think I'm cute!"
When I think of hope, I see his face. When I think of faith, I see his dad's face. When I think of strength, I see his mom's face.
I am ever grateful for those three faces. They fill my heart.
A few years ago, something told me that my school friend, Chris, and my camp friend, Rachel, should meet. I had known them both for years and never thought this thought even once. But as I was talking to Chris in the hallway one day, Rachel's face flashed in my mind. I had never before set anyone up on a date, but I wondered if maybe they might like one another. Just about a year and a half later, they were married. I would jokingly tell people that it must've been God whispering in my ear. Jokingly, because I had never (knowingly) felt God tell me anything before.
Yet when I look at that face, it's hard to think that it was a joke. When I look at that face, I listen closely for the universe's plan. Because when I look at that face, God doesn't whisper. He shouts.
And what a joyful noise it is.
Happy 1st Birthday, Sam Drury. Your presence is the greatest gift of all.