Well, we left last Friday for San Diego and our first visit with our new granddaughter. We spent Friday evening, all day Saturday and a brief bit of Sunday morning with the new parents and Lily. She is very cute. And sooo helpless. I’d forgotten how helpless we are as newborns. Although, at a bit over a month old, Lily’s not quite a newborn any more.
I think the parallel with a baby Christian is more apt than I ever did before. Lily can’t yet hold up her head, her arms thrash about, she can’t walk, can’t sit up, can’t roll over. Can’t really understand language. All she can do is eat, make messes, look about and be cute for a few moments, then cry and fuss and sleep and start the cycle all over again. The main thing she does, though is eat. And grow. And learn. She’d have a hard time driving a car, or doing surgery! In fact, it would be impossible. So it is with the Christian life. Too often, as new Christians I think we expect to be able to do things early on that only come with time and spiritual maturity. Yet, when we look at a baby, we see there is literally no way she could do what she will be able to do when she is grown.
Well, I have been wiped out for two days now, and have done little more than put away trip stuff and basic morning routine. I expected that on Monday. I didn’t expect that today. I’m hoping tomorrow I’ll be a bit more energetic — enough to actually get back to work on Sky. Tonight I had already given up on the idea of getting a post up, but suddenly I had a window of time and an unexpected burst of energy. So here are a couple more pictures.
Lily and the Sleep Sheep