Screaming Crying Babies

I know when you read the title of this blog two people immediately came to mind…

Pastor Dennis and myself!

But of course, I am joking!  I am writing this blog about the two special little people that are now part of my life.

Jackson Patton Mann and his sister, Kensley Arabella were born Aug 26th.  Since then, Kelly’s and my life has forever changed in tremendous and marvelous ways.

There are many moments to cherish and remember.  The first time my children looked into my eyes.  Or when a baby falls asleep on your chest and as you watch them, you dream about the man or woman they will one day become.  Or the way they turn their head when they hear my voice as I walk in from work.  But maybe best of all, I’ll never forget the feeling of holding them both in my arms at the same time.  It was like that moment in the classic Christmas story, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, my heart grew two sizes!

Of course, on the other hand, there are those other moments when you wonder, Am I in over my head?

Nowadays such moments are fairly common at the Mann household.  Especially at 3am in the morning when I’m holding two screaming, crying, fussy babies!  Let me tell you, you haven’t fully understood survival mode until both your hands are holding a hungry baby and somehow, without having a third hand, you manage to warm up two bottles to feed them.  It is multi-tasking to a whole new level!

In those 3am moments, new meaning came alive for a well known Psalm.  Psalm 30:5 says

“Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning”

My babies are night owls.  During the day they will sleep and sleep.  But at night time they wake up and refuse to sit in a rocker, lay in the bassinet, or will even allow the light to be off.  Each one of those scenarios ends up in… you guessed it… screaming crying babies!  Then by daybreak, they are so worn out they go back into sleep mode and thus, mommy and daddy also get some sleep.   “Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning” – crying babies at night, sleep-filled joy for parents in the morning. I’m not sure the Bible has ever spoken so directly to my life circumstance as this one does now!

Of course, this Psalm is talking about something deeper than fussy babies.  It is talking about true mourning. Those times when something in life goes wrong and heavy weights sink the heart.  The Bible never promises that these events in life will skip over us.  In fact, the Bible seems to promise that these things happen to all people, even people of faith; but, it does promise that such events don’t have the final say.  Just as night must give way at daybreak, so all mourning turns into Joy with the coming of the Son.

May we remember that the night will end, and in some mysterious way- experience the coming joy in the midst of the waning darkness.