Five years ago a tiny boy was born. Though I’m his Granma not his Mum, his life to mine has been like the BC/AD division of history. There was life Before Elijah and now After Elijah. All my previous beliefs, attitudes and assumptions (bar 3 Rock Solid Knowings) were thrown up in the air, each examined and measured under Light, one at a time. Some ditched completely. Many placed carefully and permanently back where they belonged. And still others added over time building on what is sure.
I remember him every day and I’m grateful.
I remember his parents every day and I still sorrow.
And every day I remember the God who loves him more and longs to provide the reunion.