I was a late arrival, but instead of sneaking to the back, I kicked the door open (in my mind) walked in with my head held high and smiling ear to ear. There were whispers throughout the front rows. As I approached the center row, I noticed what the whispers were saying "what is it?!" "well" "what is it?!"
I held up that black and white sonogram image like it was a golden ticket to Willy Wonka's place. My wife let me hand pick it - the one that had an arrow with the word "boy!" beside it. "It's a boy!" I semi-whispered back. I was going to be the father of three boys and two girls!
Today, I face walking back in to that same meeting. This time I'll probably go in early and sit down in the back. To say that life goes on would be a very real and true statement. Life does go on, but now as I anxiously await 3pm to roll around I can't help but to remember my entrance last year.
When we found out the diagnosis of David, I told God that I would go to the ends of the earth and walk through whatever he has ahead for me, but "Don't you dare back out on your promise to never leave me!"
So Father, just as you have escorted me through these times, consider this an open invitation to my company meeting today. Amen.