Good morning, DearHeart.

Our baby, Rush. He is like opening the curtains on a bright spring morning after a stormy night; a breath of light and new beginnings … as though the world itself has been remade. I love to look at him – I see light. Lots of light … constellations of light illuminate from within him. He has stolen our hearts. And, we are fiercely protective of his health – especially, right now, as his lungs were damaged from RSV earlier this year, leaving behind a stain of asthma. Prayer time, in and out of the hours, I ask the Maker of the Stars to wrap a protective cover around him. He was healed by the pure grace of God. We do not take that lightly. Some families didn’t get to take their babies back home from Children’s. And, for those who did, those who are held in their momma’s arms this morning, I wonder what God has in store for them? Perhaps, He is raising up a generation who will, in turn, raise their Creator – high and lifted up, drawing all men to Him, so that these illnesses, this season of sickness will result in the turning of hearts to the true Light of the World.
‘And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.’ Ephesians 3:17-19
Wake up.
Let it be, Father.
Draw all of mankind to You.
Go.