Easter - WALKING IN GLORY Romans 6:4-5

WALKING IN GLORY  Romans 6:4-5

 

January 30, 2009, at 11:37, a nurse at Palomar Hospital handed me a baby.  My baby!  Ethan--6 pounds, 10 ounces, little tiny guy, but as she handed him to me, I had this overwhelming feeling that my life would never be the same.  I'd fallen in love in a way I never knew I could and I also sensed that although he weighed 6 pounds, 10 ounces, he actually weighed a little bit more than that on my heart and my life.  We put him in the car seat a few days later, after those few glorious days where the nurses changed his diapers and made sure that we didn't kill him.  It was wonderful.  We got in the car, strapped him in the car seat, started driving home.  The drive home where you are going 10 mph in a 35 mph zone and you're wondering why everybody else is in such a hurry.  I'm driving along and going my speed (slow) and people are honking at me and waving at me with only one finger.  We walked over the threshold of the door; I helped Kelly get into the house.  I had Ethan under my arm.  When we closed the door behind us, the silence was almost deafening.  It was as though sirens should have been going off somewhere in the universe to alert people that we had absolutely no clue what we were doing.  I had this feeling like is this a joke.  Is somebody going to come through the door and say we know you have no clue?!  I can remember holding this little kid---he weighed 6 pounds, 10 ounces---and he might as well weighed 1000 pounds. The weight I felt in that moment was just.....it redefined the way that I looked at life.