Birth day and Anniversaries

 

Enter woman...

She’s at home, doing the little she can, had to take time off work for her time is upon her and it could be any moment now. Her birthing basket is ready for the pick and the people with her are set to move at her call. Could it be today or tomorrow? Today seems pretty normal maybe it would be tomorrow.

In the midst of the motions when she least expected, here comes the birth pangs. She’s been through a couple and familiar with the pain however, she knows from experience that each labour is unique. Would it be easy or difficult, normal or complicated? Would I need augmentation? Would it be a girl or a boy (she had not had an ultrasound scan)? Numerous thoughts race through her mind.

Being an experienced mother she stays a bit longer at home until she was far gone before going to the hospital. Like a sheep to the slaughter she is guided privately into the labour room. This is it. The months she had to change her diet, clothing, sleep position, schedules have all culminated to this one moment.

The increased intensity of pain tells her it could be any moment now. The man child like an energetic athlete is set to launch into the world track. Heaven stands watch in awe, it’s a miracle it never gets over, the miracle of reproduction; of a man child being formed intricately in the womb of a woman and brought forth into the world. The angel appointed unto the little one stands ready to begin this ministry. Oh Jesus remembers that was him thousands of years ago when He came to earth.

Loved ones waiting outside waiting in heightened anxiety, would this adrenaline wear off already? A thousand thoughts run through their minds. No one says a word to another; suddenly they all turn prayer warriors. A baby’s cry is heard, joy bursts forth but it’s not their baby, it’s the baby of a woman passing through the hallway. The emotional motions is killing, riding them of even their physical strength.

The mother now surrounded by a number of health workers find inner strength that far supersedes her physical strength. She knows she needs it. She pushes as instructed and is ready to give anything even her life for her bundle of joy.

Like the sun rising in its strength out of its chambers, with one final push a child is born. They announce, Congratulations!  It’s a girl. The mother quickly forgets her pain in that moment, joy and thanksgiving flood her heart. The baby’s cry sounds musical. Heaven rejoices and the angel appointed comes in split seconds to start his ministry to a man child looking so tender and frail but destined to be mighty upon the earth for great things have been spoken of her. He’s seen it through ages and knows God’s word never returns void. The relatives break forth in joy and laughter, a feast of celebration is set.

Twenty-five years down the line, she’s all grown up. The baby that needed help with everything has grown into a beautiful, strong and extraordinary young woman. Process has moulded her into who she now is; tough yes but rewarding, so rewarding.

The end

 

This article is a very personal one, one that I would look back on in years to come and smile.

Life is a track that begins with birth and end in death with each individual running a very personal yet collective race within the span.

I am amazed at how far God has brought me. I can’t do the maths. He has stationed amazing people round me from birth to this day to make me the version of me He has in mind and I am eternally grateful for that. Life has dealt me blows but God has used all those situations for my good. Indeed He has used it as the very fabrics for my making.

I have come to know and love Him and to honour His presence in my life. Believe me when I say you do not want to look upon the mess I can be without Him, thankfully that would never happen. He has become the glue of my life.

Last year though tough, was a quantum leap and I stand in awe of what He would make of me this year. I love and honour everyone in my life including you the annoying ones. My prayer is that I never fall short of that which the Lord has taken hold of me for.

Every person is special and worth celebrating. Yes you are special and worth celebrating; it doesn’t matter what the circumstances say. Your story may be different but conclusively, being alive sets the stage for us to run the race of life and to do so intentionally.

You are a seed with great potentials.

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