Held by the Lord

Our first grandson* (I love him so!) was born a preemie. At first, we could not hold him. “Being held is stressful,” the nurses said.

So we watched him and we prayed, continually asking the Lord to hold him.

The next morning I noticed a book in a restroom. I picked it up and it fell open to this: “People were bringing little children to Jesus . . . and he took them in his arms, put his hands on them, and blessed them” (from Mark 10:13-16).

It seemed to me the Lord was saying, “You don’t have to keep asking. I heard you the first time. Holding too-small babies is what I do. It’s who I am.”

My tear-filled pleas became prayers of thanksgiving: “Thank you, Lord, for holding baby boy!”

*Baby boy, born to our middle daughter, is now 6+ weeks old. He’s home and doing well.

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