Three months ago, our daughter gave birth to our eighth grandchild - a sweet little boy. She and her husband live far from our home in Texas - hundreds of miles away across a great ocean. We couldn't be there for his birth, but thanks to the wonders of modern technology our daughter brought us right into her hospital room to see our grandson for the first time. Since that day we have "visited" with them every Sunday, while we anxiously wait to get to hold him in our arms this Christmas.
Many years have gone by since we've had a newborn in our family. Every week I marvel at the newness and innocence of this precious little one. My heart longs to keep him just that way - to protect him from the things life brings to all of us. I would love to be able to shelter him from pain and sorrow, to keep his heart safe from hurtful wounds.
But my heart understands, in the long run, it really wouldn't be good for him. A sheltered, protected life is not a full life. In order to keep him from all possible harm, we would also have to keep him from so much that is good. And since it isn't possible to keep babies from growing and the world from intruding he will benefit far more from wise counsel, loving discipline and strong arms to pick him up when he falls...
I am beginning November with a devotional at Laced With Grace. Please come visit.