symbols

it's looking like baby's name is going to be Caleb - today is D day. Only hitch came on Sunday when myles went to church and found that one of the church couples had a grandson called Caleb - he was born this month. They live in NSW country but still it rained on our parade a bit.

I am 5 weeks and 1 day closer to baby being born. I am still hoping and praying he is born 5 Dec if that fits in with God's will for baby. It would make him a day ahead of schedule so shouldn't be too complicated for the LORD to arrange :-)

I was packing my hospital bag last night and thought of my Dad. Taking his dressing gown with me - what do Aussie's call that? a robe??. Will wear it when baby is born, and I've tidied myself up after a long painful labour (preparing myself for the worse), when my family flood in to see how much of a monkey baby looks like.

That dressing gown is symbolic of my Dad's last months. I remember walking the corridors of Wellington hospital with him that 1st month he was diagnosed with cancer. I stayed in the hospital with him and that was all he wore - his pjs and that dressing gown. He wouldn't leave his bed without putting it on - he had to look respectable.

Whenever it was washed, it had to be returned to him that same day. Now I have it. Taking it to hospital will be like having a physical symbol of my Dad with me. I would rather have him next to me, but the LORD's will was to have Dad with him instead.

I doubt very much the LORD lets our loved ones see our lives once they are with him. They're too busy enjoying eternity. But if he gave me a choice as to which moments left in my life I would want to share with my Dad, then seeing me holding baby with my family around us would be one of those moments.

I would say 'here's your grandson Dad' and I can just imagine his beaming smile and tears...yip, my Dad would have tears of joy.