I've been made fun of countless times for a deep and profound love for, well, other people's kids. I truly do light up at church when I see my friend J's kiddos. I want to just eat them with a spoon and soak in their sweetness, ask how they're doing, make them feel special. ALL are precious in His sight.
The Lord favors the Littles, and I love that. I see it and am overcome by it, so, so often. I have been given that piece of the Father's heart. His heart that is so tender toward children, aching to be Lord of their tiny hearts. Aching to nurture and father and love and behold them.
Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these. Matthew 19:14
Now if that's the level of love and concern I have for children who are not mine, or who are not in my family, then, well, imagine what it's like for me to get to love on a niece or nephew! (and what it's like to love my own 2 babies!)
This is Oliver, my sweet, fresh from heaven, nephew:
I have fallen in love with him. Now that I'm back home my heart yearns to hold him again. And God sweetly reminds me to trade those yearnings for prayers over Oliver's future.
His entrance into this world was a shaky one, a test of his parent's faith and resilience. I witnessed their unwavering reliance on God in a very pure, passionate desperation, that kind you tap into when life hangs in the balance. They were made strong in their weakness.
And things are improving every day.
I took away so much from getting to help them in wee ways. I realized my passion for breastfeeding runs deep within in me, and that, should the Lord lead me to train professionally in that area, I'll obey him! I'm by no means an expert but have 8 months worth of breastfeeding with Wilder, and 13 months of breastfeeding Story, under my mama belt!
I also sensed the Holy Spirit coaxing me to go a different direction with the labor and delivery of Baby Bee. I've ordered all kinds of books so I can research. I wasn't going to say anything, because I don't want flack for pursuing a less-medically involved labor/delivery, but I am truly so excited about it. I welcome support, not judgment, scary story, seeds of doubt, in that arena.
I'm probably going to get in trouble from my midwife for eating an oreo, but here I go, then it's off to bed!