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Tears from a broken heart and smiles from a heart full of joy clash violently. Why should such a tiny bundle of joy, still several ounces shy of five pounds, have to face such an uncertain future?
Merely the meaning of her name (unconsciously chosen) encourages me to trust her in my Father’s hands. Kirstin—follower of Christ.
I heard a staggering statistic the other week.
One out of three children grow up without their biological father. One in three.
The United States is the leading country for fatherless homes.
If that doesn’t cause your eyes to become moist, read it again.
Our fathers, our leaders are absent.
It is no wonder society is so utterly degraded and our nation is spinning out of control.
Yet sitting in the darkened NICU hospital room, gazing into dark little eyes, I can’t help but be amazed at God’s creative power. How He can turn the results of the ugliest situation into something so perfect, so completely dependent, so innocent.
And I ponder how God can take me, an ugly result of sin and transform me into an innocent little girl, learning to be entirely reliant on Him, entitled to be adopted in His family, to become an heir of eternal riches.
Yes, He makes all things beautiful in His time…
I choose to trust Him.
{Note: This is not my baby, just the daughter of a friend.}
