my son

world, meet grayson grigsby blake.

5 pounds, 12 ounces, 18.5 inches long.

full head of hair. super cute.

:)

- tim

Anticipation, a baby, and the second coming

So for the last week or so there's one word that describes my life: ANTICIPATION.

Waiting for baby Blake to be born has been the most anxiety-ridden, excitement-filled, nerve-wrenching time of my life. I can't remember any other time in my life, other than maybe right before I proposed to Trisha and right before we got married, when I have been this sweaty-palm-anxious.

I literally haven't been sleeping. I'll wake up several times in the middle of the night just to look over at Trisha and see if she's asleep, awake, in labor, etc. The worst part is the not knowing. He could come at any time, and while I think I'm ready, I have to keep my mind set on his arrival.

Wait. Am I still talking about my baby?

The thing is, I'm really learning a lot of what it means to wait with anticipation for Jesus' return. I'm sorry to say that when I think about the arrival of baby Blake I really experience a wide range of emotions that I've never tied to the arrival of Jesus. But now that I'm experiencing them I'm beginning to tie together the two experiences in ways that are opening up my eyes and heart to a new reality.

He is coming again. Maybe in my lifetime, maybe not. It could be in the middle of the night. It could be before I finish this sentence. It could be a million years from now. But He IS coming.

I'm excited.

- Tim B.