born of the forest

it was the warming of summer. the occasional lingering rain would fall. lush green redwood needles popped in the sunlight. the stillness of the pond lured people to pause their day and reflect. newts awaited their young to hatch. afternoon breeze chilled the earth in the shadows of the mighty redwood trunks.

in the midst of summer anticipation a young mother-to-be contemplates the birth on her horizon. a babe to meet, to embrace, to nurture, to grow, to accept, to love. so much fills her mind when she thinks of her baby. the weight of motherhood seems light when caught in a distant stare. a glimmer in her eyes and a smirk  suddenly appears. her unknown thoughts sweetly revealed. the undying awe and wonder of being called, mom spreads from head to toe and she is radiant. her steady heart and compassion for others will be a part of you. hold them dear and let them be some of your truest attributes.

across the way a young man steadily works to wrap up any open projects. so much to be done. the unknowing of your arrival consumes his paused moments. always thinking of you, he cannot help but smile, he is caught of guard from an upwelling of joy. his loyalty and love for his bride is apparent to all. he still cannot believe she is his wife. your mother is captivating and hold his heart. there is some nervousness to becoming a father, but it is overshadowed by his excitement. his consistent pursuit for God and acceptance of others will be part of you. he will be more than your father, he will be your friend. trust in your friendship because he will always be loyal and faithful to the end.

in the waiting of your arrival i have an idea of who you will be. you will love with a steady heart of  compassion, and acceptance, and you will pursue God with an unrelenting desire. the parents you will be meeting are exceptional humans. they will carry you through so much of life. through lifting you up, you will show them more attributes of your creator then they could ever imagine. you will be a friend. you will become whatever God has made you for. i think of you often and i watch your parents. they are deeply in love with you. when you arrive i will cry tears of joy. i will be the silver beard guy who whispers how much your parents love you in your ear. i will stare in awe at you and a tear may escape. i pray for you daily.

you will be born of the forest and you will always have a family of the forest. you are loved.