My firstborn son, Lukas Paul Valour Westbrook, arrived this morning at 5:18. He came in at 20.25 inches long and 7 pounds 11 ounces. Abi had contractions for over 24 hours before it was time to push, and then had to push for half an hour. Both of us only had about five hours of sleep apiece from 10 AM Sunday morning until 8 AM today, so it was a long couple of days. Praise God the delivery went smoothly with no complications. We’ve all been resting today, and it’s been fun to watch Luke become even more responsive over the past 15 hours.
It is amazing to me, too, just how much I can love a little guy I just met. I mean, I’ve known about him for many months, but obviously never had direct interaction until this morning. I think I was closer to crying than Abi once he was out. All too soon he will be grown up and living on his own, so I know it is important to cherish each day I have with him.
This past Friday I read the book Peace Child by Don Richardson. The book tells the story of Richardson’s experiences as a missionary to the cannibals and headhunters in what was Netherlands New Guinea (now Irian Jaya of Indonesia) starting in the late 1950s/early 1960s. The analogy that really opened his ability to share the Gospel with the tribespeople was that of the peace child. With two warring tribes or villages, to show true intent of peace, someone from one side would give one of their children to someone on the other side and a child would be given back. The peace then lasted as long as both children lived, so if peace was genuinely sought after, the peace child would be cared for at the expense of those belonging to the tribe by blood. This mirrors what God did for us in sending Jesus to this world. I can’t imagine being able to do something like that myself. Long before Luke’s arrival, if I knew his sacrifice would save countless people, I just don’t think I could bring myself to do it. Praise God I am not Him.
Many people have wished us well and offered many prayers on our behalf throughout the entire process to this time, and we are forever grateful for those prayers. When things were at their worst, we knew that God was with us and His people were praying for us. We are so blessed to be part of such a magnificent family as the family of God.