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Do you feel prayed for?

Many people at church this morning asked about you . . . they wanted to know if there was progress and how you were doing. (After church, we learned that the county social worker met with YOUR case worker last week, and we are to expect a phone call in a few days.)

People at church we haven’t met before told us they were praying for you. And mommy and daddy were mentioned in the bulletin, so even more people will be praying for us, and for you.

While I was standing in the hall before the service, a woman I’ve known for six or seven years handed me a pretty gift bag.

“What’s this,” I asked.

“It’s for your daughter,” she said.

For your daughter.

My daughter.

It’s for you.

She knitted this for you.

knitted coat

knitted coat

It’s large enough for you to wear it in the fall, when it gets cooler. I put it in your dresser, where it’s waiting for you.

Mommy and Daddy have been waiting for you since before you were born. And our families have been waiting for you since Christmas time. And now our new church is also waiting for you. And we are all praying for you.

Do you feel prayed for?

You’re 14 weeks old today

You’re 14 weeks old today.

Three and a half months. Three and a half months since you were born, and we first met you.

It’s been six weeks since I last saw you, and four weeks since mommy was with you.

In so many ways, while we wait for you, time seems to drag on slowly, and it’s physically and emotionally exhausting. It’s as though we’re trying to pull yesterday into today, and push both days into tomorrow. Day after day, week after week.

But for you, time is the blink of an eye as you grow stronger and longer every day. And now they tell us you have started to roll over from your belly to your back, and then you get fussy because you can’t roll back to your belly. You’re already getting close to outgrowing some of the clothes we have for you, you’re growing so well.

You keep growing while we keep waiting.

Waiting is so difficult because we don’t have a time schedule. It’s not like nine months, and there’s a baby. We waited for several months before you were born. And then when you were born, a new clock started and we have no idea when or why the new clock will end.

For you, three and a half months have spun past like the blades of a ceiling fan, while for us, time is an enemy that snatches forever these first days of your development and growth.

And all we can do is count the days.