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Topic: Love (04/27/06)
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By Rita Garcia
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“Oh, Jim she is so perfect, I keep waiting to wake up and find it’s only a dream. After five years of trying we finally have our miracle.” Tears slid down Ali’s face onto Sarah’s little head. Jim smoothed Ali’s hair back from her face.
“Have the grandparents been here today?”
“They are going to wait and see us at home tomorrow. I think sixteen hours here yesterday did them in.”
“Yeah, I bet their shopping. The minute those four laid eyes on Sarah it was love at first sight.”
“Being the first grandchild for my parents, and for yours, she has her work cut out for her.”
Looking at Sarah, Jim felt his heart was going to burst.
“I often anticipated this moment, and I still find myself taken back at the intensity of love I feel for our daughter.”
“Our daughter, the sweetest words I’ve ever heard!”
“I love you Ali, those are pretty sweet words too.
“I love you too, and now God gave us Sarah to share that love.”
“Did you think of anything else to add to my to-do-list?”
“Only remember, be here early in the morning, we can leave as soon as the Doctor signs us out.”
Walking out of the hospital Jim began thinking. Ali is always talking about her belief, like referring to Sarah as a miracle; it seems to come so natural with her. I’m not sure I can ever buy into her belief. I need to talk to Betsy.
Knocking on Betsy’s door, Jim has no idea what he would say to her. How can Betsy be my sister and yet have this strong belief in God like Ali?
“Jim, what are doing here, I thought you would be at the hospital?”
“Hey sis you going to let me in, or what?”
“Come on in proud papa! A cup of coffee?”
“That would hit the spot, so would a sandwich, if you have one handy.”
Jim and Betsy moved into the front room, sitting in the wing chairs, near the glow of the fireplace. Betsy could tell Jim had something on his mind, she prayed a silent prayer, please God give me the words to ease Jim’s mind, whatever’s troubling him.
“If you need to talk, you know I’m here for you.”
“I don’t know, Betsy. It’s this…this belief thing. It won’t leave me alone. At the hospital Ali referred to Sarah as a miracle. I guess she is…I don’t know.”
“After five years of waiting and hoping it sure seems like a bit of a miracle.”
“It’s not only that, it’s Sarah herself. The way I love her, she’s only one day old, and I’m telling you I would risk my life to save her, no I would die for her. Reminds of the things you and Ali say about Jesus loving us enough to give his life, only it’s beginning to make more sense now.”
Dear God, what do I say to Jim? I don’t want to say the wrong thing. Please help me.
“I think God is speaking to your heart Jim, He’s asking you to give Him a chance.”
“I don’t know, Betsy. I’m feeling confused and more than a little over whelmed right now. Maybe this is all a reaction to being a new father. I have a lot to do before Ali and Sarah comes home tomorrow. You’re coming over, right?”
“I’ll be there. This auntie has every intention of spoiling her.”
Looking at Jim, Betsy thought she could see the gleam of a tear in his eyes. Oh, God what do I do, what do I say, give me the words, please.” Betsy reached out, taking Jim’s hand.
“Jim, will you pray with me?”
As they knelt down, Jim repeated the words as Betsy said them. Repenting and giving his life to Jesus.
Hugging Betsy, Jim said, “I have been running for a long time. I remember Mom and Dad taking us to church. As an adult it didn’t add up for me, until now, until Sarah.
“God loves us even more than you love Sarah. We are His children. He watches over us, and cares for us. He gave His only son, Jesus Christ, to pay the price for our sins. That, Jim, is the greatest love of all.”
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