Today is our baby Anthony’s baptism. As a witness to God’s ever-mysterious goodness and in honor of the holiday weekend, I am re-running this post from July 3rd, 2008. If I had known then what I know now…
But then, where is the faith in that?
I need a hug.
The sun is shining. The coffee’s brewing. My arms and legs and eyes all work.
So what’s the problem?
I don’t know, and that’s the problem!
We’re hosting a neighborhood block party tonight and perhaps it’s that I’m stressed. That would be why I’m sitting in front of the computer, right? Because blogging is infinitely preferable to forming fifty hamburger patties by hand, which I still have to do.
Why don’t you purchase them pre-formed? you’re wondering.
Because then they wouldn’t have the little Lipton Onion Soup bits inside, that’s why.
I don’t know.
I just feel sad and angsty.
On a semi-related note, I was telling the girls that we should whip up some Jello Jigglers for the party and I said what a pity it was, really, that we couldn’t make red, white and blue Jello Jigglers. Because I get really obsessed with the colors red, white and blue this time of year.
I don’t know why.
But who’s ever seen white Jello, right?
And then I went to the store and what did I find? Pina Colada-flavored Jello, which sounds totally gross but which is white. White!!! And I was just crazy enough to have bought four boxes of the stuff. (And four of the Berry Blue, and four of the Strawberry Daiquiri.)
So like a free gift of grace, I’ve got my red, white and blue Jello Jigglers.
So what’s the problem?
I don’t know! I just don’t know. Maybe—just maybe—it was the lady with the newborn baby. We’re talking a brand new little bundle, brand brand new, and when I passed this mother in the canned vegetables aisle I almost asked her to hold the baby.
I ached to hold her baby.
Except the mom didn’t look…approachable, and so (to her relief) I kept my sticky little fingers on the cart and kept on walking.
With my red, white and blue Jello in tow.
Alone.
And feeling lonely.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
I remember this post! And I'm all weepy this morning – God is so good! We're praying for your Anthony this morning. Email me this evening and let me know how it went! Hugs,
God is so Good! We really don't deserve Him, do we?
Sharing your joy today as your precious bundle joins His family.
God is so good! I can so relate to your post from last year for I had a miscarriage about 2 weeks before the 4th of July. Now I sit here reading this and, well, at almost 7 months pregnant, I say thank you, God!
Simply the greatest.
T.C.
wow! Thanks for the revisit since I was not yet a 'follower' of yours back then. Yes, the difference a year can make..I wait with expectant arms to see if they will be filled once again. I hope by next year they will be or perhaps I will have grown even closer to Christ as I seek to follow Hiw perfect plan. Time will tell. Blessings on Anthony on his baptismal day!!
I, too, remember that post. My, how times flies and how God can turn our sufferings to joy!
I remember that post as well! I know that ache to hold a baby well.
Please let us know how his baptism went. I'm sure it was beautiful.
Ditto
Oh wow, that was amazing and I really needed that extra dose of hope right now. I remember that post too…Glory to God as time flies and He indeed transforms sorrow to great joy!
Mrs. Bear