It happened! Russell Jr. was born on a late summer’s day. Waltzing into our arms as a six pound immeasurable treasure of cuteness and determination after being born at home. (We had felt while praying that we were to have a home birth and a way was made, even though I was in my 43rd year barely. God showed His faithfulness and His “with-us-ness” through the whole process, but that would be another blog stream – maybe some day when I remember what a full night’s sleep is like … 🙂 )
Our hearts are smitten with a love that, as parents know, is hard to describe. There were waves of strong emotion in those first couple weeks pertaining to the miracle we now held. All three of us had been waiting for about a decade for this miracle to unfold in a different dimension. We stand in awe of how our Creator makes each of us so intricately and delicately, but also how He holds the end from the beginning, knowing all, having a plan through it all. Having a good plan for Rusty, for Russell Jr., and for me as well. He has known that ache that has been in my heart for over three decades for the hidden treasures in this world that sometimes come in small delicate packages called embryos. Someday we will meet face to face one of these little ones named Stephen who experienced some weeks of love and embrace inside of me. And for this season (and we know it is quick) we get the amazing privilege to love our son Russell Jr.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pay to me and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all of your heart.”
Jeremiah 29:11,12 NIV