She came to us in December, this one who was a perfect surprise. It was a day of cold rain, I remember. And we just didn’t know–how would she be? Months of prenatal testing had yielded no answers, just more questions as we waited for Anna.
But then we thought of the Anna who waited–this one long ago who longed to see salvation. This one whose sweet name has been kept for us in His birth story. She had lived long and hard, but at the evening of her years, she was given this perfect surprise. Salvation in swaddling clothes. Redemption resting in a teenager’s arms. And we rested too, knowing that there may not be answers to all of our questions. We are called to a future hope.
In the late afternoon, we held our last baby. Anna. Her name means “grace”–simple, lavish grace. She came squalling and healthy and surprised us all as she tipped the scales at just past six.
Seven years fly, but she is still little and trying to find her way in a family of “big people.” She brings the joy of a young child to a houseful of teenagers. But she is growing too and our dearest prayer is that she will copy a life like Anna of old: “giving thanks to her God and speaking of him to all.”