Have you ever witnessed a birth before? I mean, besides your own. Have you ever been present to the gift of new life coming into this world?
I haven't...until last week. That's when our newest granddaughter was born.
Here's a picture of her being weighed for the very first time...about an hour or so after birth...about an hour or so after I watched her little head begin to emerge. I was freakishly calm, yet utterly convinced this looked impossible...I mean, really, how does that happen?
And yet, within moments, as you see, the impossible became possible...
Words can't describe our joy. We stand in awe. She's beautiful, born into the loving arms of her holy family.
And, along with that blessed newborn, a divine message was delivered. It's one we can hold in our hearts forever. She's living proof...and so are you.
Just before Thanksgiving, I completed the latest rounds of ongoing cancer treatments.There were some rough days, but soon afterwards, things got better again.
The best way to describe my health is to say it feels like an unpredictable wild animal lives inside me. On the worst of days, it's attacking; debilitating. On better days, it's simply crouched nearby, growling. At best...it's lying in the corner....quietly making its presence known...it's there...it's always there...ready to pounce...
I've learned to listen to its cues. I've learned to modify my life. I've learned what's important and what's not.
And I've got a dream. As crazy as it sounds, my book, My Emmaus Walk; True Stories of Faith, Hope and Inspiration, is calling me back into life.
Recently, (with exceptions) I've been able to make a simple plan and that simple plan has been to speak to groups about the book's message...the glorious reality of the presence and the love of…