“It is good to come together
in our friendship to remember
all the reasons hope is in our hearts”
We watch her as she sits at the table. My mind travels back to days after her birth when the yucky umbilical cord fell off, and beneath I discovered her perfect little belly button. Masterfully woven and spun by God, He made her real good. Perfect from head to toe.
We take in every detail now, the way she’s colored like a warm chai latte, the way her thick mass of curls catch twigs and lint and spaghetti sauce, the Cindy Crawford mole above her lip … and those eyes, those huge, endless eyes.
The husband sighs. I know that wistful sigh, what he’s thinking, what he’s missing.
I think sometimes it hurts to look at her.
Because all at once we remember there are electrical storms and crossed wires in that pretty head. We remember there are things she wants to say – that the brain and mouth prevent, and sometimes all she can do is scream. We remember we must make a place for her in a world that is especially uneasy for a girl like her. We remember that she needs constant one-on-one support. We remember that while her peers are reading and writing and playing soccer, she is still trying to learn to say her name and the letters of the alphabet. We remember our heavy hearts when we think of the future we don’t know how to handle…
She hums London Bridge Is Falling Down in earnest. She brings us back to the present, back to loving her with all we have today. She’s so proud of this new skill. So we sing the words and she hums it over and over, London Bridge. Oh, to hear it!
I’ll always love looking at her.
Because all at once we remember she finds a way to be heard, even without words she speaks. We remember all she is learning: to understand language, follow directions, say hi and bye, show affection, button and zip, write her name, hum nursery rhymes. We remember how she surprises and dazzles us with her accomplishments, how she makes us hum with joy.
We remember God is always all good and His purpose for her life is all good. We remember He knows how to handle the future. We remember that we know He will take care of her. We remember He has her, and we have Him – our Strength, our Song, our Way-Maker, our Healer, our Faithful and True.
And so, we have every reason to hope.
“now with patience in our suffering
perseverance in our prayers
with good reason this hope is in our hearts…”
What reasons do you have to hope?