A Lincoln (b)Log

 On 3/29/23, a most pleasant palindrome date, at 4:48 am, 

Lincoln Joseph Hughes was born.

Lincoln Joseph Hughes
8 lbs 6 oz
20.75"

He is our 6th Grand on earth.

We have one in heaven. 

At this posting, we have yet to physically see Lincoln because of that nasty, disrupting virus that has been plaguing us all for the last three years. When one grandparent has it and the other has been exposed, you certainly don't want to go hang around a family anticipating and having a baby. 

Happily, recent tests have come back negative, so plans are being made to meet this guy in person.

However, during those first couple of days, when the reality set in that I was not going to be there to help when Lincoln was born, there was grief and weeping - then I'd be ok and not weep for a bit, then there'd be a sniper attack of grief and more weeping.

But with his birth on Wednesday morning, only tears of joy flowed as we jumped to look at our phone with every ping of a notification that the shared family album, "Lincoln Joseph,"  had just had a new picture added. 

Not being there helping meant I had a day or two of unexpected/unplanned time on my hands. I felt a bit inspired to write a poem for Lincoln, on the occasion of his birth. We've been studying Jeremiah 1 this week in BSF, so with Jeremiah 1:5 front and center, you can see where my inspiration came from. 

So, without further ado, an inspired Grandmother's thinkin' about the birth of our dear Lincoln! 

God’s Hand

Lord, what must you have thought,

when our Lincoln you wrought?

Before he was born

You knew his whole form

You wonderfully wove

Each cellular trove

His heart you deemed beat

You fitted his feet

Lord, what can be whispered? What is our prayer?

You know our Lincoln. Your hand was there.

Lord, what is all done -  

what is given this one?

A father, a mother, 

Both love like no other

A sister and friend

A blood bond til the end

A time and a space

A lifetime to race

Lord, whether these gifts are long or are spare

You know our Lincoln. Your hand is there.

Lord, what would you see 

those who love him to be?

May we warm and close hold

And give us love bold

May we listen leaned near

May we listen and hear

May we pray and show You

Saving, coming, and true.

Lord, please give us these graces, guide now our care.

You know us and our Lincoln. Your hand is there.