How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! (1John 3:1)
Late Wednesday night, Stephanie Ecoff, my dear sweet friend, asked if I would like to help her make molds of Jake's hands and just clean him up a bit. I really thought I would be able to, but when she brought in the molds and plaster, I lost it. A flood of memories came rushing back to me of all the sweet baby feet I had done over the years for parents that would never take their babies home and this was my baby.
Late Wednesday night, Stephanie Ecoff, my dear sweet friend, asked if I would like to help her make molds of Jake's hands and just clean him up a bit. I really thought I would be able to, but when she brought in the molds and plaster, I lost it. A flood of memories came rushing back to me of all the sweet baby feet I had done over the years for parents that would never take their babies home and this was my baby.
I can't remember who essentially carried me down the hall to the waiting room, but I collapsed when I got there, onto the floor and sobbed. I prayed, "Lord, you raised Lazarus from the dead after 3 days (it was actually 4). Rigor had set in, he had begun to rot and you restored him completely. You can do anything. And God if you intend to show off, now would be a good time"
4 days later (4 DAYS)! I was standing in the funeral . Most everyone had gone home and it was just my family and closest friends. Someone came into the room and said, "The Texas House of Representatives had a moment of silence for Jake today and flew a flag in his honor."
My literal response was, "what the hell?" I know....not very godly, but I knew in that moment that He was showing off. And just like a moment that I shared with a small truck full of people in Kenya a few years previous, when God blessed me with some lions, I felt the undeniable and overwhelming love of my Daddy-God...Show-off!
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