They were meant to be grafted into our family before they ever arrived home. Adopted as joint heirs. Approved by their older siblings to be joined with us. Planned by Him.
I cradled her every night. I sang “Blessed Assurance”.
One night my arms were tired. My son told me, “You are the “Mom’ “! He invoked the most important title I have ever held. I heard. I was the “Mom”. I listened.
She was less than 5 pounds. She was only days old, 75 days. She had a cleft palate. She had to eat every 2 hours but was too tired to finish for weeks. I prayed she would survive.
She would gaze in my eyes, even as a tiny underfed premie, saying
“You are your mommy and I am home.”
And she was. No one would hold her but me and her dad. Fear of breaking her held them back. That ended quickly. She was so fragile. But with a will to live, a will to love, endlessly.
Their older brothers and sister loved them well, loved them protectively, loved them gently. Still do. To see how they love these gals, their sisters is breathtaking!
How much we have learned about His breath taking love for us is unmeasurable!
“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with loving-kindness.” Jeremiah 31:3