My wife gave birth last April 28.
We came to the hospital late afternoon, and she got into the delivery room by 7pm. And so there I was, just waiting and praying. I fixed the hospital room where my wife and youngest son, Juan, will stay. By 8pm I was finished and was on my way to the delivery room.
Outside the delivery room, there was no one in that hallway.
It was just me, my Bible, notebook, a Snickers bar and my favorite shandy.
At that point I was reminded of something about family. That of all our relationships after God… it’s really family that matters.
All throughout the pregnancy of my wife, it was us as a family going through it with her.
The regular OB checkups, we go as a family.
The ultrasounds, we go as a family.
When we brought my wife to the hospital, we were a whole family going inside the emergency room!
Whatever season we are in, be it an ecstatic one, a lonely one, or a normal one, family is there. Family is who you can really count on.