I am a proud grandfather once again as Melody Rose was born on Tuesday to my daughter Alexis. What an incredible blessing she is to our family.
But Tuesday was a weird day.
The day started off early as I accompanied a family to Santa Fe to bury their mother at the Santa Fe National Cemetery. I performed a short committal service, said good-bye to the family, and hopped in the hearse for the one-hour ride back to Albuquerque.
While in the hearse – a vehicle that one can not think about death when riding in – I received a phone call that Alexis was in labor and being admitted to the hospital. The hearse dropped me off at my car, and I quickly made my way to the hospital – wearing the clothes I had just buried someone in.
Within 2 hours of my arrival, Melody Rose was born. I mentioned the extremes of my day to someone at the hospital, and he said, “Wow. Kind of a sobering day for you, huh?” It was.
All I could think about that day were the words from the Old Testament book of Job: “The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
One family was mourning that day, and my family was rejoicing. The Lord took one away from one family, and the Lord gave one to my family. I’ve experienced both death and new life in my family over the past year, and I can say that I agree with Job. Regardless of whether the Lord gives or takes away, I will still say, “Blessed be His name.”