Life by Faith
By Jim Hinch

October 2009

  • Laughter and Forgetting

    Newborn babies move like shellfish thrown on shore. Their arms and legs wave helplessly. They struggle to roll over. They are out of their element.

    But their faces! My wife Kate and I just had a baby, a boy, Benjamin. He’s a week old now. Last night I held him in my lap and stared into his sleeping face. He was solemn. His blonde brows were furrowed. His mouth curled the slightest bit down. Suddenly his brows shot up in a look of mild surprise. He smacked his lips. He sighed. His head rubbed against my hands.

  • Integrity

    Here’s a poem I came across:

    “First Leaf” by Lia Purpura

Jim Hinch is a senior editor at Guideposts. He lives with his wife, Kate, and their two children, Frances and Benjamin, in New York City. Reach him at jhinch@guideposts.org.