Babies giving birth...

18 years ago, I saw my favorite niece as a baby, bald headed and beautiful. I just got back from seeing her as a new mommy. Taylor gave birth a week ago at 18 years of age. She looked so young when I saw her. She reminded me of herself at 12. How do I feel about babies having babies? It didn't feel right. There is no husband in her life to aid her when it gets tough, to help carry the load, to share the burdens and blessings of raising children. My sister Julie is there to help and be Grayson's Meme but that's not the same as a dad and a loving husband.
So there I was having gone home by myself for a couple days to see Grayson Jay, Taylor, and my parents. It was great and sad at the same time- kind of like seeing a depressing rainstorm and then a beautiful rainbow. Tay's life is a rainstorm. Grayson is her rainbow. I pray the beauty of the rainbow lasts and she looks at her son with the same loving eyes she had for him while I was there. Because it gets hard. No job, going to school in the fall, Grayson's dad, an immature teen himself with a girlfriend, rejection... It's going to get really hard. So I pray. God, be her God. Be who you claim to be for all of us. Be her rock. Taylor's first love. Open her eyes Father. I know you God are The Restoration specialist. Make beautiful what satan would love to claim as his own...