Today is our son’s birthday. When my obstetrician visited me in the hospital (he was playing golf when the baby was born and another doctor I did not know delivered our son), he teased me about naming our boy Abraham. And not just because it was Abraham Lincoln's birthday. My OB was Jewish and his name was Abraham, and he sent me into the giggles when he used the Yiddish word “tuchus” to refer to well, what was going on “down there” when he took a look the next day.
We did not name him Abraham. We had already settled on Nathaniel, which means gift from God.
He truly was a gift – a gift we were not expecting. Sometimes over the years since his birth, I have wondered what God had in mind when He landed this gift in our laps.
I have learned... and learned... and learned... that God’s grace is sufficient. And as long as our son continues to draw a breath, I will go on learning....
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.