Lewis and I had a chance to get acquainted this week. It’s been a long time since I’ve held a newborn baby - I forgot how tiny they are! Lewis arrived on Saturday evening, July 26, after a long labor by my daughter, Carolyn. He weighed in at seven pounds, ten ounces and was wide-eyed and alert from the moment he took his first breath. Like all newborns, he sleeps a lot, but not long enough to let his mom get much rest. He seems to like the outdoors already – when he is fussy, Carolyn discovered that he calmed down immediately if they took him out on the porch. Maybe the breeze on his face, the sounds of the city, and the brightness of the sun through the leaves on the tree by the porch get his attention. There’s so much to see and experience when the world is brand new to you! Lewis isn’t going to waste those opportunities on fussiness!
I only got to spend three days with him, but Margaret and I will be back in St. Louis in October for a few more days. Carolyn and RJ will have him baptized while we are there in October, so we will get to share in that experience. I suddenly have a new appreciation for all the technological advances that allow us to see him from a distance: Facetime, skype, videos on Instagram, and lots of pictures.
As I watched RJ hold his son, so frail and dependent on his parents for everything, I thought about how dependent we all are on our Father in heaven. As we grow up and become more independent of our parents, we think we can handle life on our own. But we’re actually more dependent on God than Lewis is on Carolyn and RJ. Every breath, every moment of life, is sustained by our loving Creator. God provides protection and care for Lewis through his parents, but ultimately, He is the One who sustains that little life moment by moment. And how good it is to know Lewis is in God’s hands!
“May you see your children’s children!” (Psalm 128:6a). What a gift from God to live long enough to meet Lewis!