I spent a good part of the afternoon relaxing in a warm bath, which seemed like the best place to be on a cold rainy January afternoon. It was hard to be in that place at first, as that’s where I was when I received the devastating phone call from our geneticist. However, I quickly relaxed, and let the sweet little pokes and jabs that were protruding from my belly surface occupy my attention.
I watched as the literal ripples traveled across the water, and thought about the figurative ripples that this baby’s life would also create here in this world. God has something beautiful in store here.