“Ten little fingers “…ten tiny toes.”

My heart melted at the sound of my son’s voice. I grasped the phone tightly, trying to bring him closer. “Mom,” Robert said in almost a whisper, “She is beautiful.” In that moment, hearing of the birth of our second grandchild, the first girl, a new love burst open in my heart. Sight unseen, not yet holding her, the sheer force of this thing called love grew.

I was in Louisiana on a business trip, checking in by phone as the family anxiously and happily anticipated the arrival of Loren Marie. Robert let me know both mother and child were doing fine. He was basking in the warmth of a new love that only a father can understand. A new love that weighed in at 7 ½ lbs. and was sleeping peacefully in his arms. This new little human, so unaware of life, totally dependent on her parents, had no concept that she was now miraculously the most important person in the world to her mommy and daddy. Robert knew.

He knew they would love her, care for her and guide her through life. That baby girl is a young woman now. She is a teacher, a lover of words and books, independent, talented. She was well launched into adulthood by her parents.

God is love.

Loren was born on Valentine’s Day. It is the day we symbolize with a heart: a day to remind us and for us to celebrate the loves in our lives.

I am reminded of the very first Bible verse I learned as a small child. In 1 John 4:8 it says “God is love.

Loren was our second grandchild. There are now 11 grandchildren in the family and with each one my heart has grown to hold the love they bring into my life. If you are a grandparent, you know exactly what I mean.

“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body, and knit them together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! It’s amazing to think about. Your workmanship is marvelous and how well I know it,”
Psalm 139: 13-14

A few days ago Loren posted the following question on Facebook: ‘If you write an Autobiography, how would you describe the intersection of our first meeting?” Her father’s prompt response was: “Ten little fingers” ten tiny toes. I read his response with a smile and tear as I recalled tender, precious memories of a joyful day.

Our family is blessed with an abundance of grands. There is great joy and great chaos when we gather. Yet as much as we grandparents and parents love those children, God loves them more.

We are all unique, created by our heavenly Father. His love for us knows no bounds. He gave us life and life eternal through His son Jesus Christ.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life,” John 3:16, ESV

I pray as you read these words that you know God’s love. Do you have a special memory of your children or grandchildren being born?
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About Barbara Haile

Barbara Haile has been dubbed a "Storyteller extraordinaire." Her gift is the simple act of getting the message across. A professional speaker for more than 20 years in the corporate world, she now spends her time leading Bible Studies, Women's retreats and writing. Her publishing credits include the best selling Chicken Soup series, The Heart of a Child, the story of her amazing granddaughter's ability to live life to the fullest in spite of physical disabilities, and many newspaper and magazine articles for women. A Bible Study teacher for more than 30 years, a licensed Para Professional Counselor for Women and a certified Personality Coach.Her hearts desire is to encourage, teach and help women grow spiritually and emotionally into who they were created to be. She lives in Easley, SC with her husband, Mel, They have 5 grown children and 11 grandchildren.
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