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On November first, I was blessed to see my first grandson for the first time. We are a family in which males are rare. Between us my husband and I have only one brother. We had four daughters before our only son and we already have three granddaughters. Those granddaughters, daughters and our sisters remain forever precious, but there was a certain thrill in seeing this grandson.
A month has passed since we first examined his little ears, the shape of his tiny nose and ,mouth. We counted fingers and toes, watched as he crossed his feet at the ankles, and closed his fingers into miniscule fists. Seeing all this and watching as the ultrasound technician pointed out his spine, kidneys, and all four chambers of his marvelous, beating heart, only intensifies the eagerness with which we anticipate his birth four months from now. Then instead of seeing him dimly on the sonogram monitor, we will have the thrill of meeting him face to face.
As I wrote in my journal about the wonder of seeing Baby Jonathan (unless his parents change his name before his birth), I was struck with a greater sense of anticipating with Paul the wonder of seeing Jesus face to face.
We see his hands in all the works of the created universe. His feet are seen as his chosen ones carry the gospel to all the world. The miracle of his great love for sinners is evidence of his heart. We know his ears hear the cry of his people and his nose receives the aroma of our praise.
But, just as the thrilling, but grainy ultrasonic images of my tiny grandson cannot compare to the blessed joy of meeting him face to face at his birth, so all thrilling, but earthly evidence of Jesus cannot begin to compare to the blessed joy of moving through the curtain into eternity and meeting him face to face.
What a blessed day that will be!
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