I spent this past Saturday in the hospital waiting room with my family... and at 5pm we were rewarded with the birth of my baby sister's first baby, a beautiful boy of 7lb, 15oz named Isaac.
He is the second grandchild in my family, joining my first nephew, Caden, who is almost a year and a half old. Caden lives just down the street from me and I can't begin to describe the deep love I have for that little child. He has one of the sweetest faces I've beheld - huge blue eyes, tiny little nose and sweet little cupid bow of a mouth, surrounded by little blonde curls. He's had an idyllic childhood so far - surrounded by idolizing aunties and his maternal grandparents. And he's developed a sweet, non-aggressive nature, full of innocent trust. Its heart-breaking to think that this innocence trust can never last. That he'll see his share of the evil that his fellow humans are capable of. And that not being perfect he too will experience failure and sin.
But luckily for my nephews they do not have to live in slavery to sin - they do not have to accept the constraints of the fallen state of humanity. When they are older they can choose to be born again - this time a spiritual birth. To set themselves on a path to become the people that they were created to be. Caden and Isaac have a purpose in this world and my prayer is that they find it.
That we all find it.