When I think about the day that he was born, 10 years ago, I can’t help but think of something that happened on the way to the hospital that was so special. Let me back up and tell you that during the pregnancy, John had been singing me the hymn, “Be Thou My Vision” every day. Actually, he had been singing the hymn to me and to our child. (You know, the cute way that expectant fathers sometimes direct their eyes to the swollen abdomen of the mother-to-be, when they are talking, or … singing, in this case.)
On our way to the hospital that cold February morning, (it was only a 10 minute drive), we were both pretty nervous and anxious, having never done this before. We were nearly there, when I clicked on the radio. Guess what song was playing? Yes, it was “Be Thou My Vision.” We both cried tears of joy that this song would play. It was a very special moment. We had a sure sense of the eyes of God on us.
The delivery was long, but everything came out OK! We named our son a name that means “Jehovah is my God.” It is the Gaelic form of the name “Elijah.” (Does anyone know the name I speak of?) This boy has been a blessing to us for 10 years now! Praise the Lord!
(this is a page from a scrapbook, that is why it looks a little strange.) :~)