Pleasant Places

27 September 2012

Stay. Learn.

Baby J's mama wants me to stay. She wants to talk, hear about her daughter.

It's what I think I wanted too.

Still, it makes my heart race. And makes my heart stop. And then race again.

How do you talk to a stranger whose child you love?

A stranger who could use some love herself.

I don't know what to say or how to love like this.

But that's okay - even normal. Otherwise, the Word wouldn't say this...

"...cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow's cause (Isaiah 1:16b-17)."

Or Jesus wouldn't have said this...

"Those who are well have no need of a physician, but hose who are sick. Go and learn what this means, I desire mercy, and not sacrifice. For I came not to call the righteous, but sinners (Luke 9:13)."

26 September 2012

If She Could Read My Mind

How does your heart stand the wait to see your baby tomorrow {for just the second time in 4 weeks}?

I almost can't breathe.

I may not sleep.

Will you ask me to leave just your girl, or invite me to stay too?

I think I'm more afraid now than before our first meeting. More information can do that to you.

So can loving a baby who doesn't belong to you.

But, I remember that first time we met.

I was shaking - until I saw you. And then? Nothing short of miraculous peace that surpasses understanding.

I'm asking God for the same washing over us both tomorrow.

Your precious girl, well, I'm thankful she doesn't know of this mess.

Oh, she sees our messes of stuff on every surface and hears the sibling squabbles. I'd like to think all she really knows is love.

{Hopefully she won't find it hard to sleep tonight!}