As we drove to the city to hear your heartbeat, I gazed out of the window. The scenes looked so photogenic. The goats sitting under a tree. The bird flying. The kids walking. Why were these images imprinting themselves on me so strongly? Then I realised, with the first rains, spring had come: shoots and leaves and a rainbow of blossom.
New life brings a reminder of hope. But waiting for your new wee life, I was also aware of the fear. Little one, this world can be so dark. The overwhelming violence, hurt and brokenness, both on our street and across the oceans. And fear can cause us to close our hearts, to play safe.
Yet there is blossom and hope. A friend choosing to live life in a new way. My Facebook feed full of folk acting, moving compassionately towards refugees. Being held by the prayers of friends around the world as we waited for you. Open hearts defying the darkness.
I don’t believe that this world is as it should be. But I do believe in a God who restores and redeems, who brings light and colour. Sometimes it’s easier to see the darkness, but little one, now you’re here, I hope you will see the blossom too.
‘And so we are holding out for, working for, creating, prophesying, and living into something better – for the Kingdom to come, for oaks of righteousness to tower, for leaves to blossom for the healing of the nations, for swords to be beaten into plowshares, for joy to come in the morning, and for redemption and justice.’
– Sarah Bessey. Out of Sorts.