Back on October 7th we were able to participate in our church's baby dedication with little Henry boy. It was very humbling to be able to stand in front of fellow believers and basically make it public that we realize Henry is just ours temporarily. And really, even during this temporary time, he isn't in our control.
I'm going to be honest, the whole baby dedication thing kind of freaked me out to begin with. I felt like it was another microscope I would be placed under or perhaps it was just a Christian routine of what parents did with their kids. So, I've let it soak in for a while before posting about it because I really didn't know what to say.
So, we've dedicated Henry. For me this means...
I realize that I have no control over this little soul I have been entrusted with. I can't force him into any belief system, I can't make him be a godly man. However, I can promise to pray over him, to seek Biblical wisdom or counsel when I have no idea what to do, to provide a loving environment that will hopefully teach him to love others, to be a good steward with what I have been blessed with in order to teach him to be giving, to admit when I am wrong in order to teach forgiveness and humility, to extend grace when he messes up (we've been over this, he's a sinner) so that he will hopefully understand the amazing grace we have been blessed with, to constantly turn to God for answers and help in order to show that I desire nothing more than to glorify Him in my daily ins and outs, to wear holes in the knees of my jeans from praying on them in order to show the importance of a relationship with Him.
When I hear the word dedication I think of that little section in the beginning of some books. The "I dedicate this to my parents because they are so awesome" kind of thing. So, here you go God. I dedicate this little boy to you. Because you are so amazingly, wonderfully , indescribably, awesome. I pray his little life is full of wonderful things. Thanks for letting me be a part of it.