Tuesday, August 16, 2016

A Precious Gift

Trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
 ~ Wm Wordsworth

My fourth grandchild arrived soon after dawn today. I was blessed to be holding her when she was less than ninety minutes new.

There is something mystical, magical, and very spiritual about holding a newborn infant. You watch her open those brand new eyes and gaze inquiringly, with startling wisdom, up into your face. She is life renewed looking out at the world, a unique beginning, a gift from God to encourage us weary mortals onward in our journeys. A newborn infant is always a fresh start.

Welcome, little one. Your grandmother is so grateful to be here with you.