Good, better, best.
Never let it rest.
‘Til your good is better and your better is best.
St. Jerome
(for unto our little family, a child is born / “Moppie” Cook / 2018)
Lots to share from the past 36 long unslept hours when life took a sharp curve…
careening nearly out of control.
I’ll eventually journey into more detail regarding tale about the panicked what-if’s,
the tremendous burden of concern,
and the seemingly miraculous turn from potential devastation to the long-awaited
satisfaction of life…
The highs and lows that can still, in this modern 21st century of ours, become a by-product of birth.
And as each birth is indeed the same…that being a miracle of the unknown and unseen…
we were actually afforded the grace of this miracle of life of our own…
7 Lbs 14 oz
19 inches
arriving at 4:15 Saturday afternoon.
I’m home for a bit of sleep, a most welcomed treat, before hitting the road again…
But I wanted to thank all of you who joined us in prayer these past 9 months and especially these
past precarious 36 hours…
Autumn has blessedly arrived…
(my son with his brand new daughter…who he actually named / “Moppie” Cook / 2018
Then the Lord God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his
nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature.
Genesis 2:7
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