The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. (John 1:14)
When my sister gave birth to my nephew a couple years back, I remember joking with my mom – “We can now call you Babcia too!” Her response was swift and immediate: “There is only one Babcia!”
How right she was. For those of you not of Polish descent, Babcia is the Polish equivalent of grandmother; for my family, that term of endearment will forever belong to one, and only one, person – my grandmother Dorothy. Sadly, the true meaning of that has hit home all the more of late with her serious battle with cancer, a fact that was confirmed a day before her 80th birthday celebration in October. It was a bittersweet day for me, knowing the sad truth that only my parents and I knew at the time, and yet being thankful to cherish every moment of that party all the more.
For me, just as there will only ever be one Babcia, there also will only ever be one Lord – Jesus Christ. What a joy it is to be able to lean upon the same being – the same all-powerful, never-changing, ever-loving one, over and over and over again. In Him, I have rest and great peace in knowing that this situation is in His hands; a more reliable place I’ll never know.