It’s Good Friday. It’s Esther’s first birthday. And neither makes sense. I wonder at the Good in Good Friday. I wonder at the miracle of this day last year.
Good Friday brought sacrifice. Jesus gave up His life for us.
Esther’s birth brought sacrifice. Her birthmom gave her to us.
Both compelled by love. Both willing to say yes when it was the hardest choice in the world.
All day I’ve fought tears. She’s toddled around, sported a birthday tiara, and wore the dress her birthmom made her.
There’s just so much overwhelming grace on this day. There’s so much Gospel all around.
We’ll celebrate His resurrection on Sunday. It’s been thousands of years. Today we celebrate the gift of Esther Grace. It’s been a year.
So humbly, with words that don’t do my heart justice, I say thank you. Thank You, Father, for sending us Your Son. What a perfect gift for undeserving us. Thank you, “M,” for trusting us with Esther. We are undeserving of this precious little girl.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11)