ORIGINS

        Tiny blooms of life come of love and sometimes lust.  No choice  of seeded soil , but origin does not thwart the will of God or reduce the value of His own.  No beginning conquers the end that He wills.  No thoughtless act of creation causes His love and redemption to cease.  Tiny souls are meant to be nurtured and cherished and trained and pointed toward hope.  The tiny soul who has come from acts of rash and faithless union is not ranked by origin nor cherished according to their beginning. Future is not molded by beginning but by faith. We do not see origin when we see the vulnerable tender life any more than we see the bulb when we admire a daffodil. We only see the beauty and wonder and unique form of the Father's image.  Little infant cries and baby growls are no different than others and are precious still.  We only weep for the home design that is broken, not for the life that lives there.  For this babe like all daffodils of His garden are planted  into the soil of fallen world.   Grandmas cherish and hope to point petaled tiny soul, one day to the mender of the broken and the author of forgiveness and grace.  For the babe is the proof of both and the motivation for change.  We only see this daffodil and care not to look for the bulb.  And grandma and grandpa melt as tiny eyes and lips look our way.  This babe does not care for origins either, only petals of love and hope to fall on this swaddled bloom .

Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you, even at my mother's breast.   Ps 22:9

 2016