God’s Hands Fashion Our Lives!

There are times in our lives when we are transported to a place beyond what our minds can imagine.  So much of our imagination has been taken from us by the electronic devices of our times.  We can pretty much see everything on television if we look for it, so in essence nothing is left to the imagination, right??  In an instant we can find out information from our cell phones or laptops.  We don’t have to wait till we get home to find out the score of the latest football game if we are out and about and forgot to dvr it. Of course, that is, if your not a man, he would not be out and about during a football game, Wink.  But with all the means of communication and virtual experience of thrills and spills there is still no substitution for being there, live and in person. 
I have given birth four times since the age of 25 and through all those events it never crossed my mind that I would be witnessing the birth of my grandchild.  I remember when Benjamin called me on February 16, 2007 to tell me I was a grandmother for the first time.  I cried immediately even though I had not even laid eyes on the little guy yet. It must have been something in my sons voice that told me he was overwhelmed at seeing his sons birth.   Weeks later they had finished a video montage and sent it to me and smack dab in the middle was a video clip of him being born.  I was not expecting that video clip so when I saw it my heart leaped and I cried again.  It was sooooo very precious to me.  It was a month later that I got to fly to North Carolina and actually meet him for the first time….and hold him.  I literally was on cloud 9.  It was a feeling I will never forget, much like the very first time they placed my own babies in my arm.
But I have to tell you being present at the birth is a whole other feeling.  There is nothing to prepare you for all the emotions that are coursing through your mind and heart.  It is surreal to be sure.  My daughter, whom I worried would lose control, did the complete opposite.  She was focused and determined. She was ready to meet her daughter.  It was amazing to watch her and the daddy interact….it was the sweetest thing. 


Both Grandma’s were present and we both enjoyed sharing the memory of our own childbirth stories.  The anticipation was mounting as we waited for the progression of the event.  When the time came it was unbelievably dramatic.  Your mind is trying to grasp the details of how God created everything to happen in the order He planned.  How He gave us one of the greatest miracles, life in a tiny human form coming forth with all the emotion, pain, excitement and love.  We were all gathered to welcome this little girl into the world.  My heart pounded the moment I saw her slip out and then I let out a gasp. I could hear my daughter crying and laughing to see her baby girl.  I could see the tears and awe in the daddy’s face.  He cut the cord.  And she was born!  4:59 PM, 7 lbs 11 oz, 19.5 inches long and bundle of sweetness! 


From the moment we set eyes on her, you could not tear your eyes away.  She was perfect in every way….long fingers and toes, dimples and round cheeks, a sweet little button nose.  I just kept saying "Hello sweetie, hello Dani!"  They named her Daniela after my sister Danielle.  We call her Dani just as we called my sister when she was growing up.  And it fits her, Daniela Jade, she is so beautiful! Daniela in Hebrew is "God is my judge!" and Jade a green gemstone.  Reminding me of a Proverbs 31 woman, beautiful from the inside out.  I am praying she will serve God as I have prayed for all my children and grandchildren to do so. 


 1Bless the LORD, O my soul:

and all that is within me,

bless his holy name. Psalm 103

 All the Grandparents are praising God!!!   What a heritage!!!

          Photobucket  Grandpa Russell    

Photobucket  Grandpa Pete via MSN Messenger                

 Photobucket  Granny Susan                                            

 Photobucket  Grammy Shell      

You know in the days since her birth I have had a lot of time to reflect on the blessings God brings into our lives.  We don’t always stop to praise God or memorialize these moments and days as they pass.  God told His children to do so after He did something big in their lives so they would remember it was God that did it.  Like when He parted the Jordan for Joshua and His children to enter into the promised land.  He told Joshua to have 12 men, one from each tribe, to pick up a stone on their way across the dry ground of the Jordan.  When they reached the other side He had them build a memorial to remember "That all the people of the earth might know the hand of the LORD, that it is mighty: that ye might fear the LORD your God for ever. "

Do you notice it says that "All the people of the earth…" not just His children but "all the people of the earth" He does great things everyday and how often do we stop to give Him the glory?  When I first got to hold her in my arms, I began reciting Psalm 103 to her little face.  Her eyes were open and she was looking up at me.  As I was speaking the words out loud the doctor who had delivered her began singing the verse….so instead of speaking I joined in singing it and my heart soared.  It was God who formed her, kept her and brought her forth!  It was His day.  I imagine God looking down and seeing the tear on my daughters eyes and smiling.  Smiling because He brought joy to the heart of His children in a hospital room in Houston, Texas in the form of a little girl. 


. . .and a little child shall lead them.  Isaiah 11:6


There are no more words….










except, Amen!

grace to you


3 thoughts on “God’s Hands Fashion Our Lives!

  1. grace to you and your family too, shell, delightful pictures and words, new life is wonderful and I agree there is nothing like being present at the birth of your grandchild, I have done it 4 times now, I am blessed. Nita

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