Today we dedicated Trinity at Jubilee Church. (Our church doesn't normally look like this, but behind us is staging for a drama.) That is me on the left, addressing the congregation, our daughter, her husband with the baby, my mother, my husband, and our son, now not only a new uncle but a new godfather.
The parents promise to help Trinity grow into the woman God created her to be, to love her, to teach her, to tell her about Jesus. The godfather promises to pray for them all and to help his sister and brother-in-law fulfill the vows they made. We pray for her mommy and daddy to be given grace and strength to be good parents, to provide their little daughter with a home of love and peace. We pray too, for the church to be a good and safe place for her where she will learn what it is to be valued and loved. The congregation promises to help nurture her, and all children sent to us, to be good examples, to care for the little ones and not to hinder her in any way from finding God's love and grace.
Grandpa Ken anoints Trinity with oil and prays that God will be with her as she grows, mentally, physically, socially and spiritually.
Yes, her socks are missing. She kicked them off right before the big event. It was a special day, full of love, smiles and sweetness. Trinity's little head smelled of spikenard all day.