There is something worshipful about feeding a baby. I can remember sitting with each of my
children that I nursed, thanking God for the privilege to be their mama. When
Willy first came to us, I was the only one to give him his bottle because I
wanted that special bond with him, that precious time when his needs were being
met and he would lay contently in my arms and look into my eyes.
The other day I had the honor of giving Baby A his
bottle. Although his cleft lip makes it
difficult for him, he slowly sucks down his bottle and relaxes in my arms. I pray to God as I look into his little eyes
and I’m assured that God will always take care of him. We don’t know his future
but God does. God even knows how many hairs are on his head. He has plans for
this baby and a promise to give him a hope and a future!
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