Love the Baby, Love God

My wife and I are the parents of two sons.  Our family did not come to be in the normal manner. After having been married for several years, Tina and I came to realize that we could not give birth. So, we adopted our boys. Neither was a baby. In fact, both were walking and talking when they entered our home. I’m the only man I know whose son called him daddy on the day I took him home for the first time. But I digress.

            Last July my son and his bride welcomed a baby girl into their home. To say that Tina and I were thrilled would be an understatement. Before she was born she had enough outfits that she did not have to wear the same thing for the first three months (I might be exaggerating, but not by much).

            We get to keep our precious baby girl a couple of days each week.  Her smile causes me to melt.  If she asked, I’d probably borrow the money and buy her a Ferrari tomorrow. 

            But here is what is interesting.  Mary Violet is the first and only baby that Tina and I have ever had to call our own.  Of course, we have seen babies grow and develop. But not up close and personal.  Now we are watching as she has learned to roll over, crawl, play with various toys, and move around the room in her “Batgirl” walker.

            We are still waiting for her to walk and to say her first words (Please, don’t tell anyone, but I keep whispering Papa in her ear over and over).  With every new skill she learns, we are impressed and excited.  We show pictures and videos and tell others more than they probably want to know.  We are not the least bit embarrassed to brag on her every chance we get.

            I love that little girl more than I can express.  And I wonder.  Do I love the Lord as much as I love her? Do I tell others what He has done for me? Do I tell them what He can do for them? 

            When I consider the world in which we live, I know that we have many problems and needs. I also know the solution to those problems. His name is Jesus.  The old song says it best. “People need the Lord.” I pray that we will be faithful to share Him with others. I pray that I might speak as often about Jesus as I do about my grandbaby.