a faith observed: Grace's 7 week check up

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Grace's 7 week check up

I took Grace to the doctor today for her 6 (I'm always a bit late) week check up. She's doing great. My dad would like to know that she is in the 50th percentile for height, weight and head circumference. Up from the 25th percentile for her weight at birth. When my dad was here when Simon was born he had the best time looking at all the stats and placing guesses on where Simon would be in 3 months, 6 months, 9 months... time. So Dad, I'm guessing Grace will be in the 60th percentile for weight by 3 months, 70th by 6 and 90 percentile by one year. After all, she has to keep up with her cousin LuLu.

1 comment:

Judith said...: What a cutie pie! I think she looks like her brother.; March 3, 2010 at 10:05 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.