A beautiful day is worth more than all our efforts combined. Sunday was one of those days; it could not have been ordered or planned. The day was orchestrated by the Master Conductor who puts all things in order and causes everything to work together for the good of those that love Him!
What is it about a tiny baby that reduces a man to a babbling, infantile being spewing gibberish and nonsense like he’s lost his mind? This happens to me daily any time I see one of the four babies living here at Mercy House or whenever I spend time with my five-month-old grandson.
You have a masterpiece inside you, waiting to be painted. One unlike any that has ever been created, or ever will be. Paint me a masterpiece.
Since my children grew up with a moonlighting midwife mother, they have all embraced the natural way of birthing, and surprisingly enough, my sons’ wives have also bought in! A couple of weeks ago, I had the joy of welcoming our seventh grandchild into the world. My amazing daughter in law delivered a 9 lb 5 oz…