She was about four years old. She stood in front of me waiting for her food. Grabbing her mom around her neck, she hugged her and said, “Mommy, when I grow up I’m going to cook for you!” Then she stood there tugging on the back of her pants. Her mom ignored her. I wonder…
I was 27 years old. The room was freshly painted. The crib set up. Clothes neatly folded. Anticipation. Waiting. Waiting. She was late. 2 weeks late! She finally came. I was amazed as I stared at her newborn face. The way her lashes laid on her cheeks when she slept. Her wisps of thin blond…
People slowly make their way into the church sanctuary and find a place to sit. Sleepy babies are dropped off safely in the care of waiting nursery workers. The pastor makes his final adjustments to his sermon, the worship leader tunes his guitar, people eagerly greet each other as they make room for their family…