A little over a week ago, God blessed my family with a baby! My older sister, had a baby boy, his name is Tate. (or as I like to call him TateBabe) My mom and all my siblings had sent me emails telling me the good news, with a few pictures.
As I read through the emails, and looked at the pictures of my new nephew I was caught in one of those "unreal moments." My mind was just paused, in amazement for a few moments. Then it shot into fast forward! I was picturing my nephew growing and learning. Remembering lots of my growing times in life, and what could teach him. I thought about my sister and brother-in-law raisin' the little guy, and all the adventures entailing that. Then my mind hit the pause button, I just sat in a state of gratitude, for being a part of a miracle.
A new life. Babies are miracles. They are new little people just starting out on their journey through life. There is a chain reaction of happiness that always follows new born babies. Tate is one of God's children, which he loves very much!
I was told not to long ago that "A parent is the highest calling anyone could have." That's so true! God is putting his trust in my sister and brother-in-law with one of His own. To raise him up, help him through life, show him the way, and in the end return him home.