Alone with God.
Well, it's Holy Wednesday. Why not?
My two ladies are still sleeping. Beb, my wife, had a bout with contractions during the wee hours of the night. She is tired. She needs sleep. (God willing, we will be welcoming our baby boy in less than 10 days.) While Yanna, well she's two. She will sleep until she 'feels' she has no one beside her on the bed.
I have been dismissive with doing a blog entry for more than a year. Aside from FB, Twitter and IG - I started to feel and to think that doing a blog is like a chore until it wasn't. Hence this entry :- )
I am grateful to God for allowing us, Beb and I, to experience what it means to be a parent. Yanna has brought so much joy into our lives and she has allowed me to love in ways I did not know I could. I am thankful that I have received love from Him (and from my parents) that I can draw from that love and give it.
And now, I will be a father again. My mind races to 2am feedings, 3 am diaper changes, singing lullabies at 4am to getting ready to go to work at 6am. It sounds like a chore until you remember the cherished magical moments of seeing the little one smile and yawn :- )
The past year was filled with a lot of 'know thyself' days, nights and weeks. My prayers were straighter. My pleas, honest. My tears roots from agony. These experiences had made me appreciative of the laughter and of the joys of life.
Resignation and being alone with God. Check and check :- )
I am being introduced into an old concept of "faith, hope and love" in a new way.
Lord, You alone know me. You know the sighs I have, the true prayers of my soul.
