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Tuesday, January 15, 2013


Yesterday, at 4:26 a.m., my newest grandson was born.

Justus Sterling Boettner is my fifth grandchild, and I have been privileged to be present at the birth of all five.
I wonder if I can capture here what struck me as I watched my daughter labor to bring forth this new child.
I can try, anyway.
Rachel has birthed three other babies-----she is, at this point, a skilled laborer :-)
I watched as the contractions pressed in on her, puckering her face with concentration and discomfort.
I could not help but think about the circumstances in our lives, how we carry a great unborn hope that requires all our attention.  We know there is a great good to be born, but we travail.

As the pressure increased, Rachel knew from experience that resisting and tensing up slows the labor.   But there must be a response, a cry-----as I watched her relax into her task, my heart cheered as I heard her tune her cries to a note of music!  What note was that, I wondered?----it made a hard thing beautiful.  She sang the baby into this world!

  "Come thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy praise"  The old hymn comes to mind as I process God's beautiful message-----maybe Rachel was singing in the key of "Yes".   And through Christ I answer back "Amen and Hallelujah!"

How Great Thou Art!


  1. Thank you Sue for this. It made me cry...the good kind of tears. It really hit the nail on the head and helped me to almost feel like I was there as well! I love you Oregon Family. Keep the blogs coming! ;)

  2. Aww.....wish we could have been together to work through a box of Kleenex. Just think, Moriah, Samuel and Justus could play together at some point. They're only four months apart! I can dream anyway!

  3. Sue, I read this just now. Very sweet. I cried too. Thank you. God bless.