There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; A time to mourn and a time to dance (Ecclesiastes 3:4)
On this day, as with many, we laugh and we dance. Today we celebrate the first birthday and precious life of our baby girl. Born 1 year and 10 days after the birth and loss of our baby boy, she was born not in the shadows of that loss, but in the light of her own precious life. At 4:00 a.m. she took her first breath at the break of day, arriving at the fisherman’s hour when first light is about to hit the waters. My fisherman husband was proud of her hour of arrival. We were both overjoyed she was with us – healthy, alive, real – grateful beyond words for our treasure of immeasurable worth. On the year’s longest night, she is our bright light.
“Your righteousness, O God, reaches to the highest heavens. You have done such wonderful things. Who can compare with you, O God? You have allowed me to suffer much hardship, but you will restore me to life again and lift me up from the depths of the earth. You will restore me to even greater honor and comfort me once again. Then I will praise you with music on the harp, because you are faithful to your promises, O God. I will sing for you with a lyre, O Holy One of Israel. I will shout for joy and sing your praises, for you have redeemed me. “ Psalm 71: 19-23