As the holidays fast approach I know that for some it may be a painful time. We wonder about our lost loved ones and wish we could be with them. My heart goes out to you.
Then there are some that are enjoying the season to the hilt for various reasons. I wrote this article thirteen years ago. Time flies so fast when you’re a grandma.
I must admit that I am one of them. Let me explain. Last week our oldest daughter Lisa and husband John adopted a newborn baby, Megan Grace! Seven pounds and one ounce, twenty inches long, and a face that resembles a cherub.
This baby couldn’t be loved and wanted any more by both the birth or adoptive families.
She is cherished by all. Witnessing the outpouring of love for Megan was an epiphany for me as I realized for the first time how much my parents loved and wanted me! This tiny adoptee’s life made this a personal reality for this OLD adoptee!
After my daughter and I climbed into the back seat of the van and buckled the baby in after leaving the hospital, I began sobbing uncontrollably. Lisa tenderly put one hand on the baby and the other on mine as I wept tears of joy. It was a moment with my daughter and new granddaughter I shall never forget.
Because Megan was born during this time of the year, my thoughts turned often to Joseph and Mary who were awaiting the arrival of their baby Jesus. I wondered if I was experiencing the eagerness that they were. I wondered as I wrapped gifts for Megan if I was feeling the awe the wise men experienced in bringing gifts to baby Jesus. And as Mary and Joseph looked upon the face of their newborn Son, I wondered if they wept tears of joy as I did.
Yes, Christmas is special this year for our family because of little Megan Grace, but no birth can rival the arrival of God wrapped in the human flesh of a baby, who later died for our sins, and who now lives in the hearts of those who believe.
Love to all of you!
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