30th Birthday Series: Did I Mention My Family?

 

Check out part 1 and part 2 of this series. Then, come back here 🙂

Daniel and I always say that God planned our family because we sure didn’t. Three babies in four years is a lot. A lot of baby-makin, baby-carryin’, baby-nursin’, baby-not-sleepin’. It’s really kind of amazing to behold. To see the thick, syrupy grace God poured all over us to keep this thing going.

Being a year away from the last infancy stage, I see it all in a kind of cloud. A light mist. A radiance. A sweet newborn-scented baby bliss. My mom called our house “The Nursery”. We called my mom “The Baby Whisperer”.

This little house and these great-big souls made this flat world round. All the people who have poured love and support into our lives. Our moms and dads, grandparents, siblings, friends, and church family.

I did not build this family. Daniel and I did the hard work 😉 of creating these little humans, but we did not make this family. This family, like the universe, was made “through Him, and without Him nothing was made that has been made. In Him was life and that life was the light of men” (John 1:3-4)  and we are merely living in that light.

The light is salvation, is freedom to love, to truly love. To trust God in the plans he has made. To bind us all together as with one purpose and body and soul. A unit, a little band of souls, puzzled carefully together to do this life as one force.

No, Daniel and I did not build this family. God gathered our unique spirits from all across the ages and purposed us here together in love. In “storge”, familial love, that trains us up for the great call to “agape”, the unconditional love of God for his children, which we are in turn called to lavish upon the world.

This little family is a living entity. These children belong to God and he has given them to me. I pray everyday for God to fill-in all my parenting with Grace. To raise these children up, because they deserve God’s best not just my best.

This thirtieth birthday I marvel at the glorious life-giving work of God. My soul cries out the only words: thank you.

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