After I dropped Hackett off at school this morning I headed to a mom's group meeting at church. While driving there my mind was wandering, once again I was replaying the special moments of Tobin's dedication. Tears rolled quickly down my cheeks as I remembered, surprised to not have made the connection earlier. God never ceases to amaze me.
Our church typically does their dedications in front of the congregation, in a group setting a few times a year. I knew this would be an emotional day for us and preferred to do it in a more intimate way. I corresponded with our pastor, he agreed, and we chose a date. This day happened to coincided with a church wide potluck. It is a large church and after the service the halls were filled with people and food. Our pastor had anticipated this so he brought us to the one place in church that was far from the action, the entryway to the pastoral offices. A large enough space for our family to gather and a few couches to sit. Not a traditional place for a dedication, but we weren't following the standard protocol.
Kevin and I sat on those couches, in that entryway on May 28, 2013. Less than 24 hours after I gave birth to Koen. We sat, in utter shock, waiting to ask a pastor to preside over our son's funeral. That very spot where we felt so much despair last May is the exact place we stood with our miracle on Sunday when we dedicated him to The Lord. In that enormous church, of all the places, God chose that exact same place for us. My Jesus continues to move mountains to help heal my heart and show Himself to me. He never ceases to amaze me.
I am Jackie.