Price--Letter I

Dear Baby Price---Yesterday was your "birth" day. Our family has already experienced tremendous joy just gazing at you, kissing you and adoring you. There were a brief few minutes when you entered the world that I wondered if we would get to lavish that love on you due to the fact that you were blue! Yes, you were blue and we were expecting the rosy pink of a newborn baby. The hospital staff immediately whisked you away from your mother and began working on you right in the room. It seemed like an eternity (although I have been assured, it was just a few minutes) before we heard the sweet, loud cry of a newborn Price. As I held your mothers anxious hand and watched your dad looking down on you, I began to pray that God would give you breath. I also prayed that no matter what happened, our family would glorify your Creator. The God who created all things...created you. As you begin to grow, your Mom and Dad and other family members will begin to teach you about God and His great love. This is a good thing. Love and hugs....YaYa

God

This morning I woke up on my birthday and started grumbling to my husband about an e-mail I received last night. After breakfast I found a couple of other things to complain about-- until in the shower God brought to my mind the Haitian woman I saw on the news last night. She lost all five of her children in the earthquake. Her husband was holding her down because she sounded as though she would lose her mind. He was afraid to let her up. The same God who hears my confession of unthankfulness is the same God who comforts the oppressed. My prayer is that God would give this pitiful mother a hope for the future and open her eyes to His goodness in the middle of her devastation.

Freddie

My cousin Freddie passed away last night. He was born with Muscular Dystrophy and struggled with this disease his entire life...as did his family. There is great sorrow amongst his family today as well as the reminder that 10 men and boys in our family suffer or have suffered from this painful, debilitating sickness. I feel as though I have no right to even mention their suffering because in God's providence my brothers and nephews and son have been spared this malady....but I have observed and witnessed the agony, the sadness and fear that my grandmother, my Aunt Barbara, my Aunt Linda, Cousin Pam, Cousin Mary Jo, Cousin Angie and Cousin Jenny have lived with in having sons with Muscular Dystrophy. Today I offer my love and prayers for them all..that God would give them comfort, peace, understanding and insight in the middle of their grief and that they would be knitted together in their love for one another.