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A New Story

Our births were both induced.

Our births both spanned three days.

We were both tested in a Special Care Baby Unit.

We both had antibiotics and stayed in hospital for a while after birth.

Our stories are similar, but they are not the same.

There are undoubtedly parallels, and it’s hard not to compare the way I came into the world with the way my son came into the world twenty eight years later.

The events of the first month of my life have, in many ways, set the course for the years which followed. The multiple antibiotics affected my immune system, being woken every few hours for medication affected my sleep, the worry and uncertainty marked my family.

But that first month has not defined my life – and my son’s first days will not define his. I feared so much that his first chest infection would mean that he would always be unwell and prone to catching every infection he is exposed to – but then I was reminded that his life is not my story – he’s got a brand new one.

The life God has given to him is his own – his story only just beginning. It will have its own joys and challenges, it’s my prayer that he will know his heavenly Father and know that he is loved by us.

All too often, I’ve allowed the worst bits of my life to be defining features, but as I look at my son, I see that the best bits can be defining too. I’d forgotten that we have a God of creation, as well as a God of redemption. He gives a brand new life to each and every person.

As Don Herold so wonderfully put it:

“Babies are such a nice way to start people.”

Fix Your Eyes

I was with some of my best friends this afternoon with their gorgeous baby son. And when his Mummy and Daddy are around, he really only has eyes for them. He’s only seven weeks old, but you can see him searching for them when they are both out of sight. He knows that everything he needs comes from them; food, warmth, nappy changes and love (although the family and friends also give lots of love and cuddles).

Now, apart from waxing lyrical about how cute he is (have I mentioned that, yet?!) I do have a point in writing this.

You see, it struck me that his eyes are fixed on the ones who love him and provide all he needs. 

As we get older, our horizons widen (and this is right and proper) but there is something about the singularity of a baby’s focus which made me wonder what my life would be like if I fixed my eyes on my Father in Heaven like a baby fixes their eyes on a parent.  

If I sought everything I need from my Maker, fixed my eyes on Him and Him alone, I think life would look a little different. It isn’t that I wouldn’t still love and need those around me – God made us for meaningful relationship with our fellow man – but our ultimate needs, our need for security and value come from the One who knows us best. As the writer of Hebrews says in 12:1b-2 “let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.”

I’m pretty sure that if we did this, it isn’t that everything else would become dim and dull, but that these things would come to life and be put in perspective. Safe in our identity and the knowledge that we are loved, we can dare to reach out. 

Reach out to those on the edge. 

Reach out to those in the dark. 

Because it seems to me that the more we fix our eyes on Jesus – the wider our horizons become.