As we stood there, affirming our faith and promising to raise Fritz accordingly, I panicked. I can’t do this! I have neither the wisdom nor the p a t i e n c e required to raise this little boy – never mind the legion surrounding him – in a way that would glorify God and show them Jesus. I looked out into the congregation and wondered who would see straight through me and notice my internal faltering… But what I saw was a great comfort. There they were: a host of friends who walked with us through the “Dark Ages” of our turbulent courting days, several who promised at our wedding to encourage us and hold us accountable sat in the pews once more, and my eyes connected with quite a few who have been faithfully accompanying us on this joyous yet unsure journey of parenting. Maybe they understood my hesitation?
But my heart settled into a grateful peace as they all rose to their feet and promised to undertake with us the nurture of this child. I am so thankful and relieved that we’re not doing this alone. Jesus has provided all we need in Himself and on top of that He has gifted us with the privilege of a covenant family. He knew it would take a village to raise a child… and a tribe to raise this mom!