I came across this “poem”–it’s more of a prayer–the other day and thought I’d share it for Mother’s Day. Our oldest turned thirty this year! How did that happen? As I read the poem, it seemed like yesterday that I was the one in the hospital giving birth. Tommy arrived at 2:47 am after twenty-two hours of labor and a C-section. I remember years later, talking to a woman who had had a similar situation, and she said she would never have any more children. I’m so thankful the Lord gave me the grace to have two more C-sections. And, as much as I would have loved to live in the colonial days, I probably would have died during childbirth!
Now, after seeing our three children happily married and enjoying the role of grand-parenting five times over, I dedicate this poem to my daughter, who is ready to deliver our fourth grandson any day, and to our daughter-in-law, who recently gave us our first granddaughter. What a joy to know that the souls of our grandchildren are in the hands of godly parents, who are determined to do their best to pass the baton of godliness.
Thank you , Lord
Dear Lord, Heavenly Father
Thank you for Thomas James…
He’s beautiful, healthy and sweet, but Lord thank you too…
- For the long labor – it taught me long-suffering
- For the high fever – it taught me to trust You
- For the sleepless times – it taught me Your ever presence.
- For Tommy’s struggle to nurse – it taught me patience.
- For the sins of the world all around me – it taught me to work on my testimony and gave me a passion for souls.
- For the weakness, and soreness, and pain – it taught me to lean on Your arms.
- For nine months of pregnancy – it taught me that this body is Yours, not mine.
Thank you, Lord; please keep me yielded to learn more.
January 18, 1985
Happy Mother’s Day
May you allow the Lord to turn each trial into a classroom, and every difficult circumstance into an opportunity to learn more about your God.