As my parents, Uncle Michael, Noah, Brandon, and I sat around the table (that we waited an hour for), I thought about how happy I was, how Noah was being such a good boy considering the wait for food and all the noise and distractions, and I thought about how God has so richly blessed Noah to have extended family that truly loves and cares for him. Noah has been truly blessed.
For one, Noah has been baptized into a Bible-believing church. He is a covenant child of God. I pray and many others pray for him daily that he will grow into a man of God and that he will be blessed with salvation (if God has not already blessed him with this). He will be raised to love and fear God. Noah already knows how to pray with us before meals, during our family devotion (which I confess does not happen often enough) and right before bedtime. When he hears the words God, Jesus, or Bible, he often folds his hands together and bows his head. What a sweet testimony to God's goodness to our son.
Secondly, he has grandparents and aunts & uncles who truly care for him and want to be involved in his life. Noah has the privilege of being the first grand baby on my side of the family and the 4th on Brandon's side. Although we love the idea of having a large family (and want to have one of our own), there are certain perks when you are one of a few grand children.
Thirdly, Noah will always be surrounded by godly friends. These friends will also be raised to love God and keep his commandments. He will have peers in his life that he will be able to go to and not feel pressure to disobey God's righteous will. He will also have friends that will not know Christ and it is my prayer that he will be a godly witness to them at a very young age.
Fourthly, and lastly (sounds like one of my pastor's sermons), Noah has already suffered physical pain and sickness. You know the first time I truly suffered? Noah's birth. Noah already knows what it is like (even if he doesn't remember why) to suffer and make it through to happier times. Oh sure, I had little problems here and there when I was growing up, but nothing that I could consider true suffering. Noah has already had to "grow up" in a sense. I mean, he is definitely still a baby, but I think his difficulties at the beginning of life will only continue to produce good fruit as he grows. God, as always, has turned a bad thing into a very good thing.
Noah is a blessed little boy and I am a blessed Momma. Thank you Lord, for my son and thank you most of all for Your Son.
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Happy Mother's Day, Lauren! I can't believe we have the same birthday date! And almost the same due date! How funny. Have a blessed week, Ana.
I find myself feeling constantly grateful that Lily has kind, loving grandparents in her life. I was not as fortunate. My mom's father was deceased (but apparently not a good man during his life), my dad's father was a really awful person, my dad's mother is clinically insane, and my mom's mother is one of the worst people I've ever known. She's still around and still making everyone miserable at 85 years old. She used to beat my mother on a regular basis when she was young. When I was born, all her scorn turned to me, and as a teen she was verbally abusive towards me at family gatherings. Now that my brother has a girlfriend, her cruelty is directed at her. She recently called her "the ugliest girl I've ever seen," (she's not ugly at all), and insisted that all that matters in life is physical beauty. I am just so happy that Lily has very little contact with this woman, and that her own grandparents are truly blessings!
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