My family began the new year with the addition of a new little boy. Zachary was born on New Year’s Eve, and he’d been a little stubborn about making his entry. Of course he’s perfect, at least from what I can tell from photos. I won’t be able to meet him for a few months yet.
But I’m constantly reminded of another child. Tiny Olivia is expected to make her entrance to the world any day now, and her chances of a long life are already slim. She’s been diagnosed with Trisomy 18, and until I read her story, I’d never heard of that before. Her parents have written a beautiful, haunting song about it, and also released a video talking about the song.
It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Every time my niece posts a new picture of Zachary, I’m also reminded to pray for Olivia.
I know the holidays weren’t happy for everyone. Grief sneaks up on us. My friend died on Christmas Day, and my sister faced another Christmas without her son at her table. Other friends (or their families) face serious illnesses, and the sense of loss can be overwhelming.
But as Zachary reminds us, there is also joy. On some days, like today, we have to look for it. And on days like today, God whispers, “See what I did there? Even the most destructive moments can be a source of joy.”