This Garden World

Been a long night!

It is now 4 am. I sit, sleepless and anxious as our baby slowly (and I do mean slowly) but surely makes her way into this world. The hospital at night is a fascinating place. Creepy, quiet, still. The hallway carpeting here muffles sound like a fresh snowfall. No, I’m not trying to be melodramatic, it just does. This blog frustrates me sometimes. I feel that I need to relate to you all of the spiritual metaphors and realities that are transpiring here tonight. To explain how the birth of a child under the most uninviting of circumstances speaks to the trauma of our age and how just as surely, the new creation that is being born in the midst of it because of Jesus’ resurrection.

There is much that I want to say, but I just can’t articulate it fully. So for now I’ll just say that the good people who run Swedish hospital ought to consider redesigning their waiting rooms in the labor and delivery wing. I’m not sure anything speaks to the fact that our world is still imperfect quite like them.