My New Little Messenger

This blog is going to be short and to the point because I have other, more pressing, obligations to attend to. Like rocking, smelling, and listening to our new granddaughter who was born yesterday.

I think cradling a newborn is the closest we come to God, this side of heaven. They are precious messengers of God’s creative power and creative love for us. The design of a newborn is so creative and so awe inspiring. I think that’s why we can’t take our eyes off of them.

The velvet skin, the crepe-paper thin nails so perfectly shaped, the peach fuzz sideburns and the cheeks – oh those cheeks, so plump and ready to do their work. Then there are the reflexes of sucking and startling that are such testimonies to a power greater than ourselves at work in the creation and design of human life.

But the thing I love the most about those first few encounters with a newborn is the silent messages they bring us from another world. We all start out so close to the Divine, and with each day that pure connection gets clouded by life in this world until it’s almost imperceivable. Then our work becomes trying to get that connection back.

So today I need to go spend time with my new little messenger. I know she has something to teach me, to tell me, about a world I once knew.

I’m coming Alice Joan!

Joan