Our “morning prayer” sheet requires some editing, I notice. And for that simple blessing, we are grateful indeed.
For the better part of seven months now, Gerri and I have been commending a very special little person to the care of the Lord during our morning prayer – along with his parents, brother, cousin, uncles and aunt.
We ‘name names’ in our simple daily litany, mostly because each of the names we say out loud brings a smile to our lips. Each name warms our hearts in a very particular fashion, bearing an array of God-charged sparks: unique signature-sounds and sights and touches and memories. Each name blesses us, in oh-so-many-ways – even as we pray our blessings each day, over each of them.
But until this past Sunday, we did not know what to call the newest member of our clan.
Then, to our great joy, we met him – Jonah Ambrose.
All 10 lbs. 3 oz. – and 22 inches – of him.
This is one Jonah, I decided, who could probably hold his own against a whale.
And he’s already begun to find his voice – not overbearing, certainly. But insistent.
A prophet’s voice, I wonder?
Or might he take after his other namesake, the man whose preaching and generosity helped turn Augustine’s heart toward Christ?
Idle curiosity, I suppose. After all, this Gramps knows that little Jonah Ambrose needn’t do anything in order to be loved by God, and by all the people God has put into his life.
The Lord has blessed him, even as we’ve been asking each day, for ‘lo these many months. And Jonah Ambrose now blesses us in return.
A mighty mite, he is – able to fill our hearts with wonder and thanksgiving, even before his first waking week on earth is complete.
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.