So bittersweet.
I didn't want it to be about me, I wanted it to be about my last baby.
And the prayers we have prayed for his little heart, and his life.
And the promise we made to raise him in a home filled with Jesus, teaching him to serve and love, as we all learn to serve each other as ourselves.
Pure butter when I get this face. He is so spoiled he won't even cruise the furniture. Too many hands aroundto carry this baby.
I just tried to drink this time in.
Sure the day was rushed, a little frazzling. But while she held him, I just drank it up.
And while our pastor stood before our church, I just watched him, and prayed over him and drank it up.
Having 3 is busy, but I have settled into motherhood because of him and if the lord safely provided, I would easily have 1-2 more.
If you don't mind me asking, after you read this post will you pray for this little one?
Pray The Lord uses him in mighty ways, for his glory, pray The Lord protects him, keeps him healthy, keeps him humble and makes him wise.
And in the words of a dear friend.
"Makes this little acorn of mine into a giant and mighty oak."
(Will add another post from "the big camera" in the next few days!)
Thank you for your prayers friends.
