I sit here on the floor, Sunday morning, wedged between my couch and my coffee table.
It's the most comfortable place at the moment to nurse a baby that weighs nearly 10 lbs.
But his now-sleeping visage is nothing short of angelic
And makes me forget the tingling in my deadening foot.
It's the Sabbath today, and unfortunately, I don't yet dare venture out to Church quite yet.
But it's a sacred day in my home.
And the peace and Spirit I feel at the moment seem sanctifying,
Despite the empirical evidences of baby strewn about haphazardly.
How did I get to be so lucky?
It's an awe-filled feeling to be granted watch over a perfect child so newly from Heaven.
It comes with hopes and fears and doubts and dreams.
It is, in itself, the very fulfillment of a heart-felt desire.
Am I ready for this?
Of course not, but yes.
That's the beauty of the Plan the Master Teacher has set for all of His children:
We learn by doing,
And by leaning wholly upon His grace and wisdom.
The journey of this life that was within me, and that now sits before me,
Is a holy process.
I have felt it.
Deeply.
And I've been blessed at every stage of the way.
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