10 September 2012

A letter to our girl Pearl

"I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into 
the house of the Lord"

Picking a name for a child is one of the most significant endeavors. You are choosing what another human being will be called for the rest of his or her life. That is huge and daunting and exciting and let's face it exciting.

Your name, Pearl, is a perfect reflection of who you are. Delicate, beautiful, unique. Pearls are the result of a biological process -- the oyster's way of protecting itself from foreign substances. Such is your young life. Strong. Unique. And lovely.

I like to think that like pearls that adorn a woman's neck, you make those of us who know you, better. I can see it in your father's writing as he processes and praises your Creator. I can see it in your community as we gather to pray, raise money, raise awareness and celebrate. I can see it in your mother as she displays
 a more beautiful version of herself-as she finds the courage to care for you whilst caring for your precious siblings. I can see it in the countless accounts of lives you, yes little ole you, have touched in the 6 weeks of life you have lived. Most of us will not know that kind of magnitude in a lifetime. 

Most of us will not have articles written about our lives by curious strangers in faraway lands. A couple of days ago your mama texted to ask a simple favor. Would I fetch a couple of copies of our local paper for her? Our local paper happens to be the Washington Times. And you just happened to be in said paper, little darling. I was pleased when your mama texted back today to say she had received her copies. I was pleased to have a simple, tangible way to help. 

You continue to wow us and woo us. Just a simple baby with an extraordinary beginning. You were not born into wealth or with much notoriety. You were not even supposed to live. And here you are. Your story reminds me of another little baby who was born. Who was not supposed to live passed His birth, but who the Lord saw fit to send to save. 

Your parents fought for you. And for that reason and because of the Lord's graciousness, today we know you, Pearl Joy. For that, I am grateful. 

Your name, you wear well. 

Loving the Lord who made you.


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1 comment:

amanda said...

Lovely and beautiful and truth-filled. Thank you for sharing this, sweet friend.