So we planted Joy right in the middle of your name because we knew that you would plant joy right in the middle of our lives.
Your little life built up like building blocks, day after long day learning to know and love your enormous soul in a still-tiny body. The responsibility to shepherd an eternal soul is so heavy to bear - too heavy to bear - without that ancient covenant promise that God's children can rely on Him to pass the promises to our own children.
On that special day this week, our pastor, Chris, preached that Christ renewed everything of the old into something new and better. Christ, he said, is like Pharaoh's royal daughter who, after drawing Moses out of the water, went to her father the King and said "THIS one is mine." In the same way, Christ goes to our Father and says the same over us, and also to the one who is called the accuser, He says, "This one is MINE, you cannot touch a hair of her head without my permission." Trust Him, little one. Listen with ears of faith when He calls. He will never leave you or forsake you and He pursues you with His love.
So, my dearest darling little Rosemary Joy, I looked on with great hope and comfort in the promise of the covenant to me and to you as water streamed down your hair. Though you will fall and fail and sorrow in this life, I trust Him to carry you into His Kingdom as His child. Though you will know suffering - it is promised, after all - I trust Him to lift your spirit with the joy of His salvation as He delights in you and sings over you as His beloved child in Christ. May you walk with Him all the days of your life, may I teach you to know the deepest things of the gospel that I can, and may I never fail to point you to His saving grace at the cross. Plant true joy in Him everywhere you go.