Hi baby. 💕
This is your momma. I’m writing to you as a passenger on the back of your daddy’s motorcycle, driving home from Cincinnati, Ohio.
We’ve been praying for you during this entire trip, and the last several months, practically every night. St Anne, our Blessed Mother’s mama, has been helping us pray for you too.
Today was going to be your brother Jackson’s due date, but instead he has gone ahead to pray for us until we all meet again. So I especially remember him as our hope is renewed and we become excited for you to come to us.
Last Sunday, we were riding through Indiana and went to Mass at a sweet little parish there. The first reading struck me mute and tearful:
2 Kings 4:8-11, 14-16
One day as Elisha was on his way to Shunem, a woman of rank who lived there pressed him to stay and eat there. After this he always broke his journey for a meal when he passed that way.
She said to her husband, ‘Look, I am sure the man who is constantly passing our way must be a holy man of God.
Let us build him a small walled room, and put him a bed in it, and a table and chair and lamp; whenever he comes to us he can rest there.’
One day when he came, he retired to the upper room and lay down.
‘What can I do for you then?’ he asked. Gehazi replied, ‘Well, she has no son and her husband is old.’
Elisha said, ‘Call her.’ The servant called her and she stood at the door.
‘This time next year’, he said, ‘you will hold a son in your arms.’ But she said, ‘No, my lord, do not deceive your servant.'”
I am so certain that the Lord spoke to me through this scripture as an encouragement that tells me my desire for you is not unheard, or opposed to His will. So I will continue to pray and to wait, as He fills my heart with love for you.
Daddy and I have been thinking of names again. Your sweet papa is such a hero, a saint on the journey to heaven, that I can’t imagine not naming you for him. I joyfully imagine the day he holds you for the first time.
I want you to know, sweet baby, that you are by no means second place to Jackson, that you are both loved so very very much, just in different ways. You will always have a personal intercessor for your needs as he prays for us lovingly.
I end this letter to you with my prayer for you:
Heavenly Abba,
I entrust to You my future children and especially our next baby, whom we now prepare to welcome. Make my womb a safe place as the womb You came to us in was a safe place. Give us the graces needed to raise this baby to heaven. Through the intercession of Your Blessed Mother, Saint Anne, and saint Jackson, amen.
With all my love,
Your momma 💖
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