The stone the builders rejected
has become the cornerstone;
the Lord has done this,
and it is marvelous in our eyes.
The Lord has done it this very day;
let us rejoice today and be glad.
Psalm 118: 22-24
Yesterday was difficult for the Allisons. Our daughter, Beth, would have had her 33rd birthday yesterday. As we had done with her sister, Kate, two years previously, we adopted her and brought her home on the third day of her life. She was such a beautiful baby, a gift from God.
I had been on a mission trip to Pennsylvania with our youth group when my cousin, Ron, called to say that a baby had become available to adopt, and we could have it. (Beth was still an “it” to us then because she was still a few days from being born.) I said, “yes, we want it,” and called Deb to tell her the good news. She, her grandmother, mother and best friend stayed up almost all night thinking of names, and arrived eventually at Elizabeth Farris Allison.
When we got Beth to the house, big sister, Kate, held the baby in her lap and inspected her face. A very happy time. We believed our family was complete. But life goes on, the sun rises and sets, and as the song says, “…swiftly go the days. Seedlings turn, overnight, to sunflowers, blossoming even as we gaze.” And our little family was not to be complete. We now have two more children, aged 9 and 11. Beth’s two.
Yesterday kept getting interrupted by thoughts of her, images of her as a child. One day was especially clear. We lived on the farm in Arkansas. Several inches of snow had fallen the night before. We made a sled out of a large piece of plywood, attached a rope to it, and saddled my roping horse. We pulled Kate and Beth for hours on that homemade sled. My mare was steaming with sweat from her effort, and two little girls, all red cheeked and big eyed, with snow from head to toe, laughed and laughed at the unexpected fun of their day. I don’t know why that memory dominated my thoughts. I didn’t question it, just went with it and let it play out. Good memories. They left me sad.
I sometimes think that I have tomorrow figured out, but I really never know. So, I take joy from the thought that my cornerstone is the one who was rejected by man. He’s my Savior, my rock, my foundation. He is the one I can stand on, count on being there.
Most of my life “fir” was a kind of 2X4 stick of wood down at the lumber yard. Now I sit beneath 125 foot tall fir trees that dominate my vision. I never saw this coming. I look over at my children/grandchildren eating breakfast. I never saw this coming either.
I thank my Father that I have a cornerstone. Today, I will rejoice and be glad!