Rewind. Replay.
Her labor, birth, and events following reel through my mind.
Time dissolves. The world outside of this little room ceases to exist. Just five people- one of those a very tiny, struggling life- and God filling up this space.
A prayer I can't even speak. The Holy Spirit says it for me, and I believe. I know, and I see it as if it has already happened, accept it as truth. I'm crying, but not tears of fear or sadness. These are tears of joy, relief.
I am not alone. I do not have to rely on my own strength.
He stands with me. Arms that stretch out nail pieced hands wrap around me, and I feel safe. I know no fear. It doesn't even cross my path.
I witness love, abundant love, working seamlessly, fulfilling the promise He revealed in a dream to my husband. I AM.
I AM here.
Cry out to Me, and I will answer.
And the heart beats.
And the baby breathes.
And the Hallelujah rings in my ears for God filled up this space.
No comments:
Post a Comment