I am Gabriel. I stand in the presence of God, and I was sent to speak to you and to bring you this good news.
Some of you know this story, but lots of you do not. And this is of all the days the best day to tell it. So here it goes.
Once upon on time, ten years ago today- but it truly began nine months before that or really even eight or seven
Yes, it was ten years plus seven months ago, Gabriel, when you first made your presence known.
But I really must rewind
Because it was ten years before these last ten years-
Twenty whole years ago, it was
In January when Dad and I- we two, were joined as one.
For most of those first ten years (Big brother came by plane after nine)
We hoped and prayed and tried (how we hoped and prayed and tried, and too much, I think, I cried)
And doctors consulted, tried this and that, and poked around inside
But all their methods failed- it just wasn’t the right time.
And empty wombs like empty stomachs sometimes ache
But God’s children run their race and walk by faith and trust the promises true-
That our trials produce steadfastness and character and a hope that will not disappoint
That no good thing will He withhold and they that wait upon the Lord will be renewed.
So we stopped the procedures and we ceased striving and tried less hard.
But still in faith we prayed, in His love we hoped, and life kept racing on
Then one fall- that fall Aunt Char and I decided, Sure, let’s run it all.
And I remember how
That September, my coffee didn’t taste as good and I was suddenly ready for bed by seven
Then came October, and snow,
But we sisters plowed on and drove six hours north
To run that 26.2 mile course.
(Run we did -we three, the third, still unbeknownst to me- and we finished the race in four hours, give or take.)
Next week I took a test I’d taken a dozen or more times before
But this time, the stripes said YES, YES, YES- it’s true
Your frame was being finely woven by then for eight whole weeks
But that was when I first found out for sure about you.
And now tonight, ten-year old son, I pinch myself and think how loud your name rings true
You are our YES to countless prayers that God would grant us love’s sweet fruit
Your presence with your brother “HEARD OF GOD” was so good we prayed for more
But God, for righteous reasons only He knows
Has not again opened to us that door.
You are no angel, but still you are a messenger to tell
That God alone sets the times and the seasons and even the days
And that no good thing does He withhold
That His ways are not our ways (and that is all okay).
It’s been ten years today since I laid eyes on that long-lashed, lovely baby boy- and I never want to forget the messages I heard then
That we’d best keep running and look to Jesus even when we ache a lot.
That it’s when we cease striving that we can know that He is God
And that the best gifts can’t be bought.
Because, after all, Who is like the Lord our God who sits on high and humbles himself to behold things in heaven and on earth?
That’s is good news God sent you to tell us Gabriel, messenger of God.