There comes a time in our lives that we are tempted by something that can change our lives in a way we can never imagine. In some circumstances we can have what I’m going to call a flesh attack. In case you don’t know that is when your flesh demands satisfaction. In that state we forget about the consequences or we just don’t care. A free for all is not necessarily free at all. Someone is going to pay be it one or both involved.
Her future had taken a sudden turn
The flesh got in the way
Never again would she be
The carefree teen she was yesterday
A decision that never crossed her mind
Had been made for her
The secret fun she enjoyed
Had gone a bit too far
She wondered as tears
Streamed down her face
How could this happen to me
No more will life be carefree
When she shared the news with him
He turned and walked away
Hadn’t seen or heard from him
Since that dreaded day
The unexpected bundle of joy
Had made his way
The pain and push
Is here to stay
Where is the joy that abounds
Blank face and stony heart
Cold eyes starring into space
No connection to be found
Detached from the start
Yesterday was my middle daughter’s birthday. I have two born in August. Their birthdays are nine years and two days apart.
Thinking back my pregnancy with her was trying in its own way. I went to the hospital six times before she was born. The first few times my doctor was trying to prevent me from delivering because it was too early. She was supposed to be born on August 8th. That didn’t happen and after that she acted disinterested in taking her place in society.
The day she was born I went to the hospital two times. I was sent home the first time crying all the way. I said when the time comes I would have to be carried into the hospital. Later that day while watching soap operas and eating homemade chocolate chip cookies my water broke and back to the hospital I went.
Although it was pretty rough I made it through and four hours later got the first glimpse of my gift-a beautiful baby girl. When I saw her she looked like creamy vanilla pudding. I nicknamed her Puddin’ before I gave her a legal name. She was such a beautiful baby. My heart fills up with love and joy as I think back to those times.
Puddin’ is such a caring person. She has dedicated her life to caring for people who can’t take care of themselves and need constant medical attention. She’s in school studying the administrative side of health care so she can take advocacy to another level.
I’m excited to see her become all God intends for her to be as He said in Ephesians 2:10:
For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. (Ephesians 2:10 NLT)
Blessings my darling in the new season of your life you’ve just entered.
Thirty-two years ago today while sitting at a typewriter talking to a new employee I experienced what felt like a balloon bursting inside of me. There was a gush of water in the new chair I was sitting in splashing all over the new guys shoes. Oh my goodness, my water broke. This couldn’t be happening-all over the shoes of someone I didn’t know. Yes it was indeed happening, a week early.
I was so embarrassed I rolled the chair back and called my supervisor. I told her what happened and why I couldn’t get up. My cute little white dress was soaked. Shirley went to the back and brought a lab coat for me to wear.
Getting over the embarrassment I realized I had no pain. I called my doctor. He said if I had no pain by 4 pm to call him. It didn’t take long for the pain to show up. I never experienced mild pain. It started out intense. One pain started before the previous pain ended-they crashed into each other. This was my third baby and I never experienced anything like that.
The wall at the hospital became my best friend that I held on to as I was making my way to my room. After getting dressed in my designer hospital gown I climbed into bed. A few minutes later my doctor came in and gave me the initial exam to determine the approximate time my little bundle of joy would arrive. We’ll have a baby around four o’clock. It was 2:15.
The pains were escalating to the point I was hyperventilating. My doctor came into the room at that moment. He put his hand over my mouth to help me gain control of my breathing. Dr. Larry examined me and said “get her across the hall. We’re going to have a baby now.” At 2:30 I was rushed across to the delivery room. At 2:41 pm and a couple pushes later God presented me with a beautiful little girl.
So today I celebrate the blessing God gave me on this date thirty-two years ago.
Happy birthday baby.
Today my guest is a fellow member of North Texas Christian Writers Glory Writers Group that meets monthly in Corinth, Texas. Chip Groff is his name. Among his many talents he is a writer. He is a very shy person but he writes good stuff.
He wrote the poem for a couple who was adopting a baby. I’m sure they appreciated the lovely poem.
Maybe I can get him to share his talents with us again. Enjoy.
My Name is Baby
My name is Baby, I’ve just begun,
A gift from above, just like God’s Son
Tender and gentle, I feel the love,
Mommy and Daddy have from above.
I will learn to love like that too,
I think, maybe, I already do.
I’ll grow and I’ll learn, and I’ll do fun things,
And I’ll thank my God for all His blessings.
But for Now, I can’t do much
But fill my soul with my parent’s touch.
By Chip Groff
Thanks Chip for sharing.