joy in the morning
before beginning of time
his own purpose, grace
My day started with news of the birth of my grand daughter, Lenox Jean.
My wife had spent the night at the hospital and was there for the birth at about 5:30 this morning.
When she got home she was shining with love and excitement.
Joy exuded from every part of her being.
She told the story of how the night wore on.
How my daughter did.
What the Doctor said.
What the Nurse said.
How long it took.
Then the moment when Lenox arrived.
How big she is.
How long she is.
Thinking back over history, how many times have these stories been told.
The story line is pretty much the same.
Recently the long awaited mystery of boy or girl has been taken out of the chapter headings and relegated to a sort of preface.
Used to be this was the part of the story everyone was waiting for.
Now we get the statistical data and the stories.
And start to look ahead.
Lots of blank pages yet to filled with words and thoughts and acts.
I am reminded of the verse from the Bible that says;
“He has saved us and called us to a holy life—not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace.
This grace was given us in Christ Jesus before the beginning of time.” (2 Timothy 1:9 NIV)
Before the beginning of time.
Grace was given us.
Regardless of how the pages get filled.
Not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace.
Joy in that thought.
Joy that comes in the morning.