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If I can write this post without crying, it will be a miracle. But I enjoy the tears, in a way. Tears for my daughter are a whole new breed, both joyful and hopeful, emotional without sadness.
I pray that you, being rooted and firmly established in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and width, height and depth, and to know the Messiah’s love that surpasses knowledge, so you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17b-19
Libbie’s baby dedication is this Sunday. Being Southern Baptists (wait! Don’t unsubscribe!), we don’t do infant baptism. We participate in believer’s baptism, taking place upon a profession of faith in Jesus’ death and resurrection and that He is the only way to heaven.
But we do have infant dedication services, where we dedicate the child to God and pledge that we will raise her in a Christian home and raise her to know Him the best that we can.
I’ve often seen the service done as a mass baby dedication, with all the parents lined up in the front with their babies once a year. But at our church, they do it for each family individually: honoring the family members who have come for the service, sharing Scripture the family has chosen, and praying over the baby. It’s such a sweet sacrament. I love seeing the precious families up there, dedicating to do what not many families will do in our current culture.
Those verses from Ephesians are what we’ve chosen to pray over her this Sunday. Mr. V asked me what I thought of using them, and I could think nothing but “perfect.” That IS what we pray for her–what I pray over her at night when I am rocking her, or nursing her as she nods off to sleep. We want nothing but for her to know her Messiah and love Him desperately.
I led a Bible study for two sweet girls in the weeks before I delivered Libbie, and I remember confessing to them one night that I truly feared bringing children into the world just to populate hell. So much, I want my children to know the Savior I know. To not fall away from His church. To love Him and love others with abundant passion. I may have no control over Libbie’s final decision, but I will do everything in my power to show her the love of Jesus in my life and how to trust and obey.
We are so privileged all four of her grandparents will be there to see her dedication and pray with us (and one doting aunt). We are even more grateful that our parents dedicated themselves to raising us in Christian homes, praying for our salvation and over our lives, and have shown us excellent examples of marriage and parenting. We are blessed.