Oh my Gosh

I went by church tonight and this girl I’ve gotten to know as a very good acquaintance, the only real reason being that she has been pregnant since I’ve known her and I am in love with the process of creation and birth, and we all really get along well in the hallways (her, her husband and I) and she would allow me to put my hand on her belly a few times — that was the most amazing feeling, by the way — it never kicked, but there was just something about it, like…a power, a source of some sort, of energy. Amazing.

Anyway, tonight I stop by to meet for my small group and I see her and I go over to say hi and she’s holding it. Dark, thick hair, small, sleeping. “When did it come out?!” “Yesterday.” And, it’s hard to say, but…I just stared at it, him. And up at her, and the dad “that’s amazing.” I look at it, him, again, my mouth just open, and…tears filling up, “you guys are so lucky.” I haven’t said such an honest thing in months. (Well, something positive and honest.) I was so happy for them.

I can’t believe that (he) was inside of her. 9 months. And now in her arms. Her loving arms, gently rocking, sleeping in a room of her house tonight. Completion through seperation. His slow realization of love, in an incomprehensibly big world. Independence and failure and growth and happiness and life. He has life.

Will he die someday? I hope not.

Boy he is alive. He is loved.

That’s a good epitaph for a tombstone, as well. I hope he is blessed. What hope in a new creation!