A Good Day...And Hard Too

Today we received some hard news.  We’ve been praying and claiming that our little baby would be in our arms in May.  I’ve pictured her in her crib, or with us in the car, crammed between the two boys, the summer sun streaming through the windows.  Summertime’s about the pool, the boys in the big pool and she and I in the little pool, the one with all the little babies and crying toddlers learning to put their faces in the water.   I’ve been really looking forward to a summer with her in all the pictures.  

Today the sun broke through after several rainy days.  Not only did the sun break through, it was gloriously warm.  We celebrated by taking a walk to the popcorn shop with friends and throwing open the doors and windows.

Today was a Re:new day.  Sewing class is African voices mingling with Midwestern accents, made happy with Rebecca's banana muffins and laughter.   Togetherness.  Hope.

In the morning, O Lord, You will hear my voice;
In the morning I will order my prayer to You and eagerly watch.
But let all who take refuge in You be glad,
Let them ever sing for joy;
And may You shelter them,That those who love Your name may exult in You.
For it is You who blesses the righteous man, O Lord,
You surround him with favor as with a shield.                              Psalm 5