The pediatric nurse gently placed the newborn into the awaiting arms of his gleeful father. Meanwhile, he felt a wave of entrenched emotions that he was never able to express before. Slick had a man child, the number one son. He was persuaded that the Heavenly father had understood Slicks yearning for another member of the human race. For God observed and saw an opportunity to give him an individual as a blessing, one that he would have to care for, and have the opportunity to provide for needs other than his own. A child, to cherish in high regard, for an infant cannot understand the simple desires of attaining food and being nourished and nurtured on its own. He couldn’t describe his feelings, or manage to come up with any proper verbs to explain the warmth he felt in his heart on the birthday of what he felt was an extension of him. Here, is the story of Hannah. Hannah wept and would not eat in the Lords house, “Why are you crying?” Her husband Elkanah asked. “Why won’t you eat? Why are you troubled?” Deeply hurt, Hannah prayed to the Lord and wept with many tears. Making a vow, she pleaded, “Lord of hosts if you will take notice of your servant’s afflictions, remember and not forget me, and give me a son. I will give him to the Lord all the days of his life. “I am a woman with a broken heart. May your servant find favor with you, she replied. Then Hannah went on her way; she ate and no longer looked downcast. Then Elkanah was intimate with his wife Hannah, and the Lord remembered her. She conceived and gave birth to a son. She named him Samuel, because she said, “I requested him from the Lord.” This was the same account of the plan that Slick had made with the Lord Jesus Christ. As time went by, Samuel grew in favor of his mother as well, who originally had envisioned another life which did not include being married a family. She was still a Christian her conscious compelled her to resume duties as Slicks wife. Thus, from his viewpoint, they were two Christians now sharing in their walk with the Lord, yet somehow did not agree. Consequently, they continued to be a genuine blessing from God. Meanwhile, Slick felt the impact of dissatisfaction in how Jasmine treated him. She didn’t ever want Slick to hold or touch her. He couldn’t understand it, he loved her, he was faithful to her… what could he be doing wrong? He responded “You’re my wife, why won’t you let me touch you?” Jasmine walked away. Slick just figured at this point that, even though they were married, her attitude toward the whole thing was still just as if they were nothing more than friends. Slick always had to pursue their moments of intimacy, from Jasmine he could sense no emotional response, other than the occasional “Are you done yet?” He had never felt so humiliated and hurt in his entire life. He had to wonder… why she was punishing him in this way. What could he have possibly done to her to cause her to inflict these emotional injuries? He never screamed or yelled at her. He was a complete gentleman that treated his wife in a kind and loving manner. However, he still had his son, whom he loved whole heartedly. His son beaming and Slick smiling, he wanted to take full responsibility for him and raise him alone. ‘She need not feed him, or change him, or even have the honor of touching my son, he thought, ‘I can do that alone!’ When Samuel was old enough to climb and walk and interact with the things around him, Slick would spend hours playing with him until the day was over, and it was time for bed. He and his son visited nearly every playground in town for new adventures, discovery, and of course, lots of fun. It was just him and his number one son, his only reason to want a family. There would be times when the little tike would do the cliche act of dragging out pots and pans and banging them together creating tons of noise. Jasmine would come rushing in with a look of amazement and say “Sonny, what are doing?” He would run and hide from her, leaving her with a grin on her face. Oh, how she loved Sonny. He brought the both of them so much joy. Jasmine would use her ample nurturing skills to allow him to develop trust, love, and the need to be held by her. She invited all of his attention. She would chase after him as stormed through the house laughing and giggling, arms outstretched in front of him. He pushed past Slick as stood watching him run into the other room. He just sat back, fascinated at what he was witnessing in his son. Jasmine reported back to the scene of the mischief where pans lay on the floor. Whew! She tried to keep a clean and orderly house, so how then do you think she’ll dealt with the mess? Jasmine just smiled, looked at Slick and said “You know a woman’s work is never done!” just picked up and put away all of the pans. Samuel was a blessing in lives of Slick and Jasmine could express, it was all thanks to the Lord that boy grew into a wonderful character. Slick could swear he was the cutest boy in the entire world. How do you put on paper the life of a Family whose existence keeps on expanding against all odds? We believe that our days are ordained by someone bigger than we are. And he has filtered our life with a generous helping of “Grace.” Our Colored family roots go back to the second generation. We come from a people who feel good about our destiny in history and culture rich in Afro-American tradition.
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