It was a beautiful spring morning. The blossoming trees offered hope that a dismal winter was over. New life was evident in budding flowers and grassy fields. It was Easter Sunday and the scene was befitting a celebration of the resurrection, of life eternal which Christ offers all. It was also befitting the celebration of a life yet to come, of a seed which will spring forth in the coming months. Charly’s birth will be a miracle, as all births are, just as much so as the first resurrection which occurred nearly two thousand years ago. I pray that she will enjoy the best life has to offer, including love, happiness, and health. I pray that she might come to know and love Him, the creator of the world and savior of us all. May she be upheld by His love and His Spirit and know that Easter is more than eggs and candy. May she know the comfort of repentance and the joy of forgiveness. May she understand a cause far greater than self, one worth giving of her time, money and means. As a youngster may she enjoy singing Popcorn Popping. As a young lady, may the concept of a forever-family have meaning. May she understand and appreciate the sacrifice of ancestors who went before, who were willing to give all. May she appreciate Grandpa Isaac and others like him, who sacrificed self-interests, who loved their fellowmen more than self, who traveled the world to bless the lives of others. May she understand the Spirit which moved forbearers to tears at the hands of patriarchs. May she be taught and blessed with baptism and membership in His Kingdom. I pray sincerely that she will know the one book and its stories which can draw her closer to Him than any other in the world.
To you Charly, and to all my grandchildren, I pledge my love and devotion. For you I pray; may the very best in life come your way.
1 comments:
You made me cry. That was beautiful, Darrel.
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