Mae and I like to pray for Baby, you know, to bless the little guy so that he'll have a good start in life. Thank God for Mae, Baby gets a regular dose of blessing everyday. Me, I'm just not as consistent as I'd like to be. :(
Anyway, in my prayers (whenever I get round to it) I ask God to bless Baby with love. With all earnestness I ask of God, "May Baby find love wherever he goes."
Suddenly the earth trembles beneath my feet. Thunder and lightning crackle and crash as a raging tempest fills the sky. Dark clouds part in the heavens revealing a flash of blinding light. And then a loud voice booms across the whole earth. "HEAR MY WORDS!! DON'T BUY SQUEAKY SHOES. NOBODY LOVES A KID WITH SQUEAKY SHOES." God had spoken.
But seriously, I do pray that Baby finds love everywhere he goes. It's like a catch-all, cover-all-bases kind of request. Now I won't have to worry about Baby every finding the girl of his dreams someday, when he grows up. They'll be lining up for him. *ahem*
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return. Okay. I ripped that off from Moulin Rouge. I don't think I could have said it better. Love is the remedy for loneliness.
But that said, as far as I'm concerned, the only way Baby will ever find love is simply to be lovable. It would be tragic if Baby turned out to be a boorish, arrogant, cruel, insufferable little snot. So we pray that Baby will have a heart of compassion, love and joy. We pray that he will be kind. And polite. And obedient. We pray that Baby will have a great sense of humour (cos it's easier to love a funny guy)! And we pray that Baby will discover God's love for that is the greatest love of all. And with God's love Baby will, in turn, learn to love.
May Baby find love wherever he goes. Even if he goes in squeaky shoes.