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April 22, 2004
Abba, Father
Holding Isaiah Borseth in my arms yesterday brought on a miriad of feelings.
To see such a small human.
To feel his tiny muscles as he strained to grab at my face to achive some unknown end.
To look into his innocent eyes, so full of wonder.
I drempt about my own children and I thought about my father.
A real family is priceless. I am going to thank mine tonight.
Posted by paul at April 22, 2004 04:33 PM
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When my grandson was born, I dreamed that I was standing on a green hill under a blue sky holding him in line with all the ancestors that came before and all the descendents who will come after.
I was praying that the line would be unbroken and all of them would have the priviledge of calling God Abba.
Troy's picture is on the sidebar of my blog. I have to look at it about twenty times a day.
Posted by: Kathy at April 22, 2004 08:57 PM