a faith observed: Monday morning and back to work

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Monday morning and back to work

Monday morning and Andrew and Simon were hard at work- after a month or so off from projects, we have begun again, in a mad rush to get them all done before our baby arrives. First on the list, setting up the Rainforest Bassinet. A note here- how funny that with baby number 2 I am MUCH less particular. I never would've bought this for Simon (not really my style) but hey, this bassinet sings, rocks, vibrates, and has an attached jungle mobile so how can I go wrong? And, it was on sale.

Andrew also gets best husband of the year award for babysitting Simon and Eli last Friday while Erin and I went shopping for a bigger carry-on for her. And he even managed to snap a few photos and a video too! I just love my husband.

Andrew's work picks up this week and so our nice holiday may be officially over. Ah, it's been a good month. But we're off for the weekend to his dad's 60th birthday party (and Christmas rels gathering)so that will be lots of fun!

And I am officially 34 weeks pregnant. Ah, I like counting down another week.

1 comment:

Marge said...: I had gotten so entranced by the Christmas blog that I didn't realize you had also posted this one!! You and Rachel rock with keeping up such good blogs. Fun to see all the pictures! Know what you mean about the rocking bassinet. I said with Rachel that I would NEVER do that...and then came twins!!! It was an amazing help...and I don't think you or Deb were psychologically harmed by it!!!; December 2, 2009 at 2:26 PM

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This is me, a faith observed.

C.S. Lewis writes about the pain of losing his beloved wife, Joy, in his book, "A Grief Observed". In some ways this is my attempt to share my journey through grief and back into life, as the past nine months have been characterized by an immeasurable longing for my beloved father, who died suddenly this past January.

After months of hibernation from the internet, I unexpectedly find myself able to re-begin this blog and connect with my larger community of family and friends. This blog will likely reflect less of the intensity and depth of my pain and more of the simplicity and ordinary joy that keeps my life full - namely days running after our little boy, Simon Pierre. But it is because of the incredible love and presence that defined my relationship with my father, that I feel I can will myself to not just survive each day but to pour that same kind of love and attention onto Simon.

My father was an endless source of strength to me, a pillar of faith. His last words, spoken to my mother as he passed into that which is unseen, "God is good - good all the time", have remained with me through this dark cloud of grief. And when God seems hidden, when justice seems to be losing out, when life is unfair, and when death swallows up the one I most love, I remember my father's words and breathe in this promise, that the God of love is in the process of restoring that which has been destroyed.

And as my father told me in dream I've had since his death, "Look to Jesus. As a father, to point you towards Him is the best gift I can give to you." So here I am, this is me, a faith to be observed.

I hold onto that which is not always seen- the promise of God's goodness, the hope that one day in the promised new heavens and earth- on a grassy hill or a sand covered beach- the lion and the lamb will lie down side by side and I, too, will lie down side by side, next to my father, and we will laugh and laugh until there are no more tears left to cry.