
Nursing Sara in the quietness of the night allows me the precious opportunity to think about what a blessing a Sara is. As I look down at her, I am so amazed at all the "grown up" features she has. Take her hands for instance. They are perfectly formed, yet Sara has no control over what they do. Even grasping my finger is a reflex. Yet in just a short amount of time, she will learn how to focus on an object and bring her hand to grasp it. From there she will learn to put objects in her mouth and eventually feed herself. All this happens in less than a year!
While studying her hands I was also thinking about her future. What plans does God have for these little hands? How many poeple will she bless with these hands? This little baby hand, that I hold so tenderly in mine, will someday be the same hand on which her husband (Lord willing) will place a wedding band. It is also the same hand that will tenderly grasp her own babies hands. Will she look at those little hands and have the same thoughts I am having? Will she be amazed at how fearfully and wonderfully we are made?
Tiny handprints grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book a sweetheart's hand
A diploma, briefcase, a wedding band
Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn't take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To work hard , to drive a car
Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many things
With his own feelings, thought and dreams
Tiny handprints grow to rely
On his parents to bring him up just right
His parents pray that when he's grown
He'll say their job has been well done
Tiny handprints are ours to love
The sweetest gift from God above
A miracle that never is surpassed
How sad they grow up way to fast