“If I could, I’d write for you a rainbow
And splash it with all the colors of God
And hang it in the window of your being
So that each new God’s morning
Your eyes would open first
to Hope and Promise.
If I could, I’d wipe away your tears
And hold you close forever in shalom.
But God never promised
I could write a rainbow,
Never promised I could suffer for you,
Only promised I could love you.
That I do.”
I used to quote this every day to Stephen when he was a baby. Since August 27, 2007, it’s sat dormant in my heart.
This past week’s incident with sweet Kenan’s fall was a reminder of sorts. And as I whispered in his ear, “I’m so sorry,” the words above came to mind.
I can’t always protect our kids. Not now. Not ever.
And wrecks, stitches, bumps, and bruises…they remind me. Every moment is grace.
“It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.”
Every day is worth celebrating.
I’ve gotten busy and missed it. Forgotten.
Until now…this time of year…when it hits me fresh like the warm summer sun.
Today is a gift from Him. The giver of life. The giver of second chances. Our Redeemer. Our Savior. And if He was willing to die for me then surely today must be His best for me.
“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24)
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” (James 1:17)