babies everywhere

i loved watching new life happen on the beach.

for about 2 weeks of early summertime, i could run with the baby dolphins… the dolphin families would come out of the sound at around 7:20 am, and if i got out there early enough, i could find them. the big fins, then the little fins, then splashing, then the little fins again.

they were right there. right there in the shallows of the breakers. and they were breathtaking.

one crisp autumn morning i wandered into the most amazing sight. baby sea turtles. lots of them. the tired ones. covered in sand. fatigued.

they’d been misled by the lights from beach homes, and followed their glow into the sand dunes. once the sun broke over the ocean, they turned and headed for the waves. but the night was long for those little ones.

and the little tracks that covered the sand. the tracks. hundreds – thousands of tracks.

they babies were as small as the palm of your hand.
i picked one up.
carried him to the water.
watched him clumsily make his way into the washing of the waves.

what fascinates you about new life?

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23 thoughts on “babies everywhere

  1. AAAHHHHH…a sane post…

    So new and yet…aware…soaking in sights and sounds…trying to connect without words…seeing life with fresh eyes…babies will change your world.

  2. ~ or when a yearling follows his mare
    ~ or when a duckling follows the hen

    How about the new christian and the opening of the Word. May be old words for us. But for them —– REVELATION —–

    I love new life around me.

  3. Is this your way of telling us something???? :shock:

    I love when they hysterically laugh at nothing. That is the stage baby O is in right now. I love it. :D

  4. Playing peek-a-boo!

    Seeing the purest smile on a baby’s face.

    Watching as a human being–so young she can’t even talk–finds my (then) bandaged thumb so mysterious and captivating.

    That time my oldest niece, who plans to join The Air Force later this year, discovered my teeth. And couldn’t stop touching them with her fingers.

    Or the puppies in the pet store. The little golden retriever. Who was just sleeping away so peacefully. I wanted to take her home and name her “Teddy.” ‘Cause she looked like a little living breathing teddy bear.

    And that time time I held little Amber at church. She wasn’t even a year old. I held her. And I stood. And I sang. And I praised God.

    AND THEN I remembered that the way we see new life is a fraction of how God sees a 98-year-old man. Just a baby in His eternal.

    So then I went with Richard and Ann to visit Frank. Who IS 98. And I laughed when Richard told me that Frank had said, “Don’t buy me green bananas! I don’t know if I’ll live long enough to eat ‘em!”

    A child of God.

    Ready to go Home.

    After 98 YEARS.

    NEW LIFE!!!

  5. [babies still scare me]

    God does wonders when bringing babies into our lives. They’re new. They’re fresh [most of the time]. Babies promote life. Here’s to life!!!

  6. Each new life represents a fresh start, a new beginning. The look of wonder in a new born’s eyes. Am I looking at the next Einstein, the next Mother Teresa, the next Walt Disney or Sally Ride.

    Children represent our future, our hope for a better one.

    Like Love said new born children, and all animals, are just so darn cute!

  7. “Like Love said new born children, and all animals, are just so darn cute!”

    I don’t know. ive seen some real jacked up ugly newborns. I was ashamed to call them cousins.

  8. The most amazing thing to me is that my body is used as an incubater for another human being! I just cannot fathom how it truly works, even though I know how it works. I stand amazed at the awesomeness of God in creating life. Right now I am about 7 weeks pregnant and I can feel the changes in my body already, some are soooooooooo annoying, but I know it is because a baby is growing inside my womb. Literally, amazing!

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