More Than Words
A baby announcement is a precious keepsake memory. The beginning of a new life, the growth of a family, the start of a new season. It says much about what's ahead. But, make no mistake, it can also speak to what's behind.
Because my own story has been peppered with heartache, loss, and waiting, I'm no stranger to the double-edged sword of joy and sorrow.
For many, welcoming a baby is the answer to a million tear-soaked prayers, a miracle, a hopeful response to years of questions.
I recently heard from an expecting friend. She and her husband endured long years waiting for a child. They'd recently begun the adoption process when they found out, despite the odds, that they were pregnant.
For those who've weathered loss and suffered silence, this is grace upon grace.
For others, praise God, child-bearing comes more easily. And celebrating a new arrival is no less joyful. Every finger, toe, and hair in place—babies are marvels, masterfully made.
As my husband and I prepare to welcome our own child this spring, I can't help but think about how we'll herald the news on paper. But, more than that, I can't help but think what weight that paper will hold. Not just 110 lb or 220 lb, but the weight of our wait. The weight of hope we carried when it seemed too heavy. The weight of glory we prepared ourselves for as we suffered loss.
Yes, that little piece of paper will speak volumes those that have known and loved us through our journey.