She sidled up to me with a pregnant smile and asked, “Do you know what today is?”
My mind searched and searched. December 12. Hm. Nothing comes to mind.
I switched gears.
Sunday. Hm. Nothing.
Okay, let’s see: Third Sunday of advent. Yes, a Sunday of joy but that does not explain why her face was lit up like a rocket ship on the verge of taking off.
She just kept smiling, waiting patiently while I wracked my brain.
I asked her what it was.
“It’s my birthday!”
I looked at her quizzically. Her birthday is in February.
She could see I was confused so she explained: “You know, spiritually. One year ago today I was baptized.”
I smiled and remembered that day. I had likened baptism to contractions. God got pregnant and went into labor.
After a long period of gestation, God had birthed something beautiful that day.
What a beautiful thing for Meaghan to remember. She has no recollection of her first birth, but she does her second. I suppose that’s what matters most. I’m glad Heather and I got to be there for both.
What a beautiful, beautiful child.
God bless the day you were born, Meaghan. I love you.
1 comment:
That was great day. I am glad I could be there for that. That was my last service at Oasis.
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