When we celebrated Arie's baptism last winter, we bought him a silver cross necklace in keeping with Orthodox tradition. A few weeks later, it was lost. We searched everywhere. Under beds, behind dressers, through drawers.... everywhere. We could not find it, but I was convinced it was somewhere in the house. "It will turn up," I kept saying. We held off on buying a new one. Last week- about 6 months after it disappeared- we finally admitted defeat and agreed we should think about buying a new one (it's hard to replace something so sentimental!). "If it was going to turn up, it would have by now."
Today I was taking apart Arie's crib (turned toddler bed) since we are moving him into his "big boy room" and as I was unscrewing the sides, I was praying that God would prepare all of our hearts for this transition. Since I only had Arie in my arms for the final fleeting moments of his babyhood, saying goodbye to his crib in our room is tough. Help me to rejoice in his maturity. To celebrate his growth.
Then out of the corner of my eye, squished between the carpet and the trim previously hidden by his crib, I saw a glimmer. Arie's necklace.
The cross we gave him when we remembered his baptism. When we remembered that before we knew his name, God saw him and baptized him into the covenant family of faith.
I have to wonder if sometimes God just doesn't bend the universe to bring these perfect moments together. A lost necklace, found to answer a prayer.
In Russia. In Moscow. In the orphanage. In the US. In Michigan. In our room. In his own room. In his big boy bed...
He's God's child, this little one. Protected, cherished, and held by our Father.
So are yours- your little ones. So am I. So are you.
"How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you." Psalm 139:17-18