As we reach the halfway mark, waiting for your arrival, I’m reminded that time and life is precious. There are no guarantees. Most importantly, I’m learning that only God knows His plan for you, for us. Which is why I’ve decided to start this series of letters to you, in case this is the only chance I get.
My dear son,
We confirmed at yesterday’s appointment that you are in fact, a son! I love you very much already and pray that I have the chance to meet you and watch you grow.
Now is the time for me to warn you, so you have a heads up, though you will know us as “Parents,” “Mom,” Dad,” we are only human. We don’t have all the answers. We don’t have everything figured out. We are learning as we go. Therefore, I’m sure there often will be moments where you’ll swear you know more than we do. I can promise you that I have a lot to learn and you may be the one reminding me so. So be patient, son. Let’s agree, in this house, that we will show each other grace and forgiveness.
As sinful people, we will (more often than not) observe in one another, pride, anger, resentment, unkind words and bitterness. Yet, my prayer is that we do not hide but rather admit our sin. My prayer is that we don’t expect perfection in this house but rather demonstrate mercy and extend compassion.
Honestly, son, at this point, we’re not very good at this. Yet, you are already being used by God to teach us brokenness, humility and selflessness. Know, son, we are a work in progress. May our Lord be glorified by the work He is doing in us right now. And you’ll see, son, I’m a slow and stubborn learner.
In this house, may we have the courage to express and strength to release our fears to God and one another so that we might find wholeness.