Small and fragile, a newborn always gets our undivided attention. We watch the rise and fall of their chests. We breath deeply of their sweet must. Their cries elicit our pity. Their feet and fingers awe. Nothing can be as velvet as their skin. What wondrous creatures they are. The epitome of earthly goodness, truth and beauty. Even as they grow they hold our attention. But they all own a dark destiny.
Whether by choice or accident, each child is born to break our hearts. Their illnesses, their trials, their waywardness and repentance, all cut our souls like God's two edged sword. Taken from our flesh or someone else's, there is no injury comparable to that dealt by a child born in our hearts. So why have them? Why accept the wounds they promise to give? Because they offer the potential of unconditional love. Not their love toward us, but the hope that we might learn to love them without qualifiers. So go ahead have babies, because it is through the sting they inflict that we understand God.
These are my "babies". Swords that have shaped and pruned me.
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