The Giver of Priceless Gifts – JB Dow

  • May 12, 2015

My story over the past year and a half has been one of surrender as I sometimes picture myself riding

bareback on the Great and Wild and Good Stallion as He gallops across the pages of my life, printing his

proud hoofs in the receiving earth, sometimes falling off in fear and doubt, sometimes staying on for a

time in mercy and grace.

Truthfully, I live in an embarrassment of riches of which I am woefully unworthy.

My wife is seemingly tireless, noble beyond comparison and fueled by an unquenchable passion for

her children and the hurting that takes her to the ends of the earth and back.  Her character is like a

thousand shining stars and her heart is as pure as solid gold.  She loves the Lord, walks in His ways and

serves those who cross her path.  Her beauty is ever increasing and her smile warms my soul.  I have

learned much from her, and I am inspired by how she lives her life, and I can’t imagine my life without

her.

My children are priceless gifts from the Giver of all that is good.

Rachel is the light of my eyes.  Her compassion, mercy and love for the children around her fill my

heart to overflowing with joy.  She talks of wanting to be a missionary to China and finding Nathan’s

birth parents someday.

Ian is the strength of my hand and the courage of my heart.  He loves challenge, risk and a raucous

good time.  He sets audacious goals and works diligently to achieve them.  He is a fearless warrior for

the Lord.

Nathan is my spirit.  He is a spirit of joy and worship.  A spirit that will not be overcome by obstacles

and thorns such as high tone, spasticity or premature birth.  He walks through this life with a smile on

his face and a contagious joy that transforms the hardest of countenances.

And then there is Hannah.  I do not know her yet.  But I know the Lord is good.  And I know that as

God has added each of these people to my life – I become even more enamored with Him as I see the

reflection and image of the Almighty in each of them.

Though the book of love tends to be long and tedious – I can imagine no better way to spend the one

and pathetically short life I have been entrusted with than with these people who I love and the God

who keeps bidding me to jump onto His Back, surrender to His love and trust that He knows the best

and most pleasant ways to the far kingdom.

May the Lord continue in His Kindness to lead us all through our deserts and into the Promised City,

which is coming soon.