A baby is a sweet and precious gift,
This gift is an unusual gift though.
A baby is not ours to keep,
Though we like to call him "Mine."
A baby, you see, is not just a baby,
He is a child, a young adult, an adult.
We cannot keep this gift in the box,
We must open the box and return to sender.
A child is on loan from God,
He wants us to raise him for His glory.
We must give him back to the Lord now,
If he is ever to serve God.
A mother wants to hold tight her grip,
But only in letting go,
Will we see the beauty of the gift.
Well, that isn't how it was running through my mind all those months before - but when I started typing that is what came out. Truly though, Dillon is already teaching me just how true it is that he isn't mine. If he were mine I would have the power to do with him as I will - in other words I would have the power to make him perfectly well. But I don't. I am as helpless as a goldfish in the middle of a desert. But right now, I can forget my helplessness and depend upon His amazing abilities. I can trust the Lord to do what is best for Dillon and for me. I can sit back and hold my baby and kiss him and know that he is in the hands of the Great Physician.