Isaiah 61:2-4To proclaim the favorable year of the LORD And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, 3To grant those who mourn in Zion, Giving them a garland instead of ashes, The oil of gladness instead of mourning, The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.4Then they will rebuild the ancient ruins, They will raise up the former devastations; And they will repair the ruined cities, The desolations of many generations.…
Soft hair brushes against my arm and you sigh in your sleep.
I nuzzle my face against the top of your head and breathe in the scent of you. I smell honey from the shampoo we used to wash mashed pears out of your hair. Your chubby hand has somehow found its' way into my hair and the strands twist around your fingers, trapping me until you've fallen into a deeper sleep.
I love these moments. I love the feel of your soft skin, your warm breath, your heart pounding. I love the feel of your life, a life I never expected but that, like your brother, has changed mine 180 degrees for the better.And here we are, at your first birthday. You've been here a year and it may sound cliche but it absolutely feels like it was yesterday.
It was the end of a long day when you decided it was time to come see your brother, dad and I.
By the next morning you were in my arms and it felt like you had always been a part of our life.
Your daddy counted fingers and toes but I never did. I knew you were perfect. I knew you were from God and that's all that mattered. All I saw were your eyes and they were looking into mine.
You, joined with your brother, have been the burst of energy, the breeze of freshness this stale, jaded, empty soul needed to remind me that life is still good, that God is still on the throne and that beauty comes from ashes.