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We've been to church all but two Sundays since Simon has been born.  While I was pregnant with him, I often pictured holding him during worship. I would be holding him close, singing to him as I sang to the Lord.  Well, Simon tends to finish his morning nap during worship.  Often he wakes up just after so I have to miss the sermon to nurse him.  By the time I make it back in for reflection, he is usually back to sleep.

 

Today he stayed awake for reflection.  The song they played was, "Your Great Name"

 

I held my baby, he looked into my eyes, and I sang with all my heart.  The lyrics mixed with my joy and the tears flowed.  They really flowed.  As I sang the words, so many of them rang true through the past two and a half years.

 

"Every fear; has no place; at the sound of your great name
The enemy; he has to leave; at the sound of your great name"

I can't count how many times I feared for Simon.  I would pray for him, and recite 2 Timothy 1:7

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind."
And the fear would would slowly ease it's grip on me. 

 

I could go on and on about most the lines of this song, but the above just rush through me every time I sing them.  To finally have my baby boy in my arms and be able to sing them while looking into his beautiful blue eyes, well, there are no words.

 

I love that I am able to sit here, after all I have been through, be able to type, and fully believe that God is good!  He does answer prayers, and He is worthy of all praise.