Forty eight years ago I was in agony, Laboring to deliver my first child. I remember wondering how the world could Be so populated. Surely, no one would endure the experience Twice. But as the Bible passage states: "When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow Because her hour has come, but when she has Delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the Anguish, for joy that a human being has been Born into the world." * It's true. My pain has diminished to just a long ago Memory. I recall just enough for bragging rights, Laughing rights. But my joy only increases. I'm blessed and humbled to be her mom, overjoyed at Who she's become. I don't often get to be with her on her birthday, but I was at her first and I'm delighted to be with her today. I already sang to her this morning face to face. And I've already baked her cake. "Happy Birthday dear Missy, Happy Birthday to you." *John 16:21 |