Something to Play With

Well, Johanna had her 20 week ultrasound about a week and a half ago and we found out that we're having a little girl. I don't know whether I was surprised or not. I do remember thinking a little bit later, "Man, a girl. I may be in trouble." Growing up in a family of all boys the prospects of having a daughter are a little daunting. Don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled to be having a baby daughter . . . but I just question my capacity to raise a little one with two x chromosomes.

Grady was a little disappointed that he wasn't having a little brother (although, I think that disappointment lasted a whole 10 seconds). He was with us for the ultrasound, but his grandma took him out for a walk shortly after we found out that he was having a sister because ultrasounds aren't really that exciting for a 7 year old. After I caught back up with him, Johanna went to talk to her mom and I took that opportunity to chat with Grady about his feelings.

I asked him, "So, are you still excited about having a little sister?" To which he simply replied, "No."

A little concerned, I asked, "Your not?" And he said, "I'm just happy to have something to play with." That just cracked me up!

There is a larger truth to his sentiment, as well. When I worked as a hospital chaplain, I quickly learned that one of people's biggest fears is dying alone. We all have a deep seeded desire for relationship . . . relationship with one another and relationship with God. That is truly the Good News of the Gospel. Through Jesus Christ we are able to have a genuine relationship with God and with one another.

In Genesis, God created human beings, look and saw that it was good. Maybe God was just happy to have something to play with.