The miracle of new birth. We think of that especially in
spring, not in autumn, but this morning I became a Gramma for the first time as
one of our sons and daughter-in-law became parents to Felicity Catherine Le Morrison.
Felicity is beautiful. She is perfect. Even the paediatrician
examining her said that. Perfect. Felicity did nothing to be beautiful and
perfect. She just received the gifts from the Father in heaven who loves and
created her.
Before he created her in the womb, the Father knew Felicity.
He knows the plans he has for her, plans for good and not for harm, plans to
prosper her. He has prepared good things in advance for her to do while she is
on this earth. She was born for such a time as this. She is created in the
image of God.
Felicity can’t do anything for herself yet. She needs to be
fed, washed, changed, loved, carried, cradled, sung to. But a year ago,
Felicity was still a glimmer in her Father’s eye. And now she is here.
I am so excited to see what God has in store for wee Felicity,
loved so much by the Father that he sent his only, and much beloved, Son to die
for her, as if she were the only person in the world. He didn’t die because she
was independent, good, successful, beautiful, or anything else. He died because
he loves her and wants to spend eternity with her.
The miracle of new birth. I remember when I was born again –
not the first time, but when I gave my heart and soul and mind and spirit to
Jesus and invited his Holy Spirit to live in me. That was an amazing miracle
which I didn’t deserve.
The miracle of life. Gratitude doesn’t seem enough, but that’s
what I give to my Lord tonight. Heartfelt gratitude for the safe arrival of wee
Felicity. Praise Him.
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