Our youngest grandson is usually referred to as "Micah Baby". He is a special guy. Nancy spent the summer picking out his name. It felt like Nancy waited to "pass her baton" to him before heading home August 30.
The hope of his life will often co mingle with the tears we all shed the day they met. And yet. And yet. HE will not let us linger in sorrow forever. After all Micah has a lifetime to live.
Today he was baptised. The service concluded with the song, "Blessed Be the Name," a song we sang at Nancy's funeral. Walking with my grand kids takes me on a road beyond grief. That road includes memories of HIS faithful care in the past, even as we press on toward the higher calling.
Join me in praying that Micah always walks with the One his Amma loved so well.
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