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Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Trusting—Carolyn R. Wilker
In March two of my daughters gave birth, each of them
to a baby boy. We are happy for them and my husband is delighted to have
grandsons to join the parade of granddaughters we already have and love dearly.
We are pleased and thankful, most of all, for healthy babies who are doing
well, and that the mothers, though still tired from broken nights of sleep, are
steadily recovering from the birth of their babies.
It takes enormous energy to feed a
growing fetus throughout pregnancy, giving birth, and then nourishing herself
and baby in the post-birth days. Mothers can feel overwhelmed by the expectations and needs too. And if there’s another child, to include
that sibling in the daily routine and share the love. A new mother, or one
having a second or third child, makes adjustments along the way. Often many. She appreciates the encouragement and physical support of her
husband, family and others, through lending a hand with tasks or prepared meals, during
that time. Opportunities for an extra nap, too, to catch up on some sleep while Grandma or another family member cuddles the new baby and watches over the household for awhile.
I’ve had much opportunity in this
past month to cuddle these new little grandchildren, and it made me
think again, as I looked at the photos, how relationships build. How a baby
needs everything—so much of his parents’ attention, for feeding, changing,
comforting and protection. Completely dependent on his mother and father and
family for those things, the baby does not yet know that it’s surely coming his way.
my husband and I with Isaac
The baby can only cry to let his
family know that he needs something, long before he has the ability, or
vocabulary, to tell what he needs. He learns, hopefully, that his care is
assured, that someone will feed him when he’s hungry, that someone will rock
him when he’s upset, and change him when he is wet. When the needs are met,
baby can fall asleep again. In that long time, with steady loving care, a trust
is built. Trust takes time. It builds a little at a time.
cousin Evy holds Nolan
I think of my brother, adopted at age
5 and a half, who did not have that same trust of adults in his life. His early
life was full of broken relationships. We do not know for certain how many of
them, but we know that those hurts take a lot of time to heal. Likely some of
them never do.
Jesus asks us to come to him as
children. He asks that we trust him with our needs and our life. It’s often hard
to accept that trust that he’ll take care of us, maybe especially hard for
people who’ve had similar early experiences as my brother. He’s
learned some of that unconditional love having been part of our family, and yet
trusting God with his life is a place he has not yet attained. I pray that
someday it may still happen for him.
This same Jesus who came to us as a
baby, whose earthly parents took care of his physical needs—his
hunger, his need for comfort and protection from danger as an infant and as a
child. He understands that and has experienced it. He asks us only to trust him with our needs.
And I’m here to say, it’s easier some day than others.