When I held him in my arms for the first time
It was a brief moment of rest in between family visitors and nurses and doctors doing their rounds. After the hustle of logistics, a certain kind of peace descended unto our hospital room.
I finally got my alone time with my son. Him, in my arms, for the first time.
Words cannot explain the emotions that I felt. When a person gets to hold, literally and figuratively, a piece of themselves in their arms, it both feels most real and most miraculous.
How amazing is it for someone so little to be able to touch my heart and soul?
Right then and there, I knew that it was possible for a person to be the embodiment of love.
Luke 15:1-3, 11-32. “…because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.’ Then the celebration began.”
[DAILY GOSPEL INSIGHTS AND REFLECTION FOR MANAGEMENT AND ORGANIZATION 2023-070: MARCH 11, 2023]