Swaddled and resting in the plexiglass isolette, my granddaughter, Gracie, was less than an hour out of her mother’s womb. Her eyes were wide open. She was so new into the world, so fresh from heaven. I wondered what she would tell me about God if she could. If only I could communicate with her spirit peeking out of those unblinking brown eyes.
My prayer was that she would remember the heaven she came from, that even when the world distracted, she would recognize the voice of the One who created her with an everlasting love. In this new year may we all draw near to what we once knew.
Foundations of earth
Safe in her
Glimpse etched in spirit
A cavernous spring