My youngest grandson is two months old and in the months since he was born it has been a privilege to nurture, rock, feed, soothe and care for him.
Yet it hasn’t been without its work. He doesn’t always settle real well, particularly when he is away from home routine, and so there can be hours of holding and walking him.
But what has become so interesting to me is the compelling sense of being in service to him as a person.
When my arms are tired and when he has cried for a time without any seeming reason, and we just keep on serving him with our presence, I am struck by the awesome privilege of ministering to him.
I understand like never before that to soothe and feed and change and wrap and walk this little one is a deep ministry to the man he will one day become.
Cyndy Lavoie 