These are the words from my journal 3 years ago today…
In the waiting room. A hospital we’ve never been before. Me not in pain. Not pushing through contractions.
But facing fear that’s fighting faith. And battling something like labor but different enough to deserve another name.
Thankful. Excited. Humbled. The right word won’t come to mind.
Like the ignorant way I feel when thinking about Christ’s love. There will never be words.
This is all unexplainable. All grace. He is so faithful.
“In love he predestined us for adoption to himself as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved.” (Ephesians 1:4b-6)
And now…on her 3rd birthday…it all still seems like grace.
Thanks M…You are still the bravest person I know. We love you!
Happy birthday Esther Grace!
“For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.” (John 1:16)
It’s Good Friday. It’s Esther’s first birthday. And neither makes sense. I wonder at the Good in Good Friday. I wonder at the miracle of this day last year.
Good Friday brought sacrifice. Jesus gave up His life for us.
Esther’s birth brought sacrifice. Her birthmom gave her to us.
Both compelled by love. Both willing to say yes when it was the hardest choice in the world.
All day I’ve fought tears. She’s toddled around, sported a birthday tiara, and wore the dress her birthmom made her.
There’s just so much overwhelming grace on this day. There’s so much Gospel all around.
We’ll celebrate His resurrection on Sunday. It’s been thousands of years. Today we celebrate the gift of Esther Grace. It’s been a year.
So humbly, with words that don’t do my heart justice, I say thank you. Thank You, Father, for sending us Your Son. What a perfect gift for undeserving us. Thank you, “M,” for trusting us with Esther. We are undeserving of this precious little girl.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11)