Its Friday, and you know I love my Five Minute Fridays with Lisa-Jo. Today’s promting -Bare.
Here we Go!
He was born today, my firstborn, my son; a miracle sent from heaven. They laid him on my body, all bare, and wet, and crying.
My body fought for twelve hours, not wanting to release him – and he pressed for twelve hours, ready to break free and grow in a larger territory.
I pull him close to comfort him, and for the first time, cheek touches cheek; and he still has the fragrance of someone who has been in the presence of God – a sweet aroma, like no other.
And right then and there, he stole my heart. Long before he had done anything right or wrong – long before he could ever say, “I love you”, or bring rock, and dandelions as gifts – I loved him.
And in those years, when he closed his heart to all, and went his own way, I loved him. Still, calling out his name before the only one who knew where he was, physically, emotionally, and spiritually – my heart, all bare and raw before the Lord, still loved him.
Today he was born, my firstborn, my son; a miracle sent from heaven. I call to say “Happy Birthday”, as he awakes from slumber. And all I get, is a “Thanks Mom, I’ll call you when I’m more awake”.
STOP the five minutes, but continuing the thought:
Is this how you feel Lord?
You love us long before we do right or wrong.
You know us so well – physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
You call me in the early hours to say how much you love me. And I tell you, that I’ll call back when I get up.
Yet, You love me still.
I remember the lyrics from the hymn, written by Stuart Townend.
“How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure”
I know that, I am that wretch, and the depth of the Father’s love I cannot fully comprehend. The only comparison I have, is the love I have for my children – and how much I have loved them; long before good or bad, success or failure, gifts or no gifts, was ever a consideration. I loved them at first sight.
Thank you Lord, for the birth of my son and all my children.
Thank you Lord, for the gift of your son.
Thank you Lord, for loving me – long before I could ever earn it.
I love You Lord.
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I liked your interpretation of “bare” — a newborn baby, the pureness of a mother’s love. My kids are still young, but I know they will break my heart — as I am sure, we break God’s.
Christy @ A Heartening Life
http://www.ahearteninglife.com
And Christy, we are so blessed to know true love and how to love despite heart break…because He sets the best example! Thank you for coming by and commenting! Hope you weekend is the best!
I love this post. You write with such beautiful picture words. I do think that before we ever did anything to deserve His love, God loved us something fierce and unconditional. Just like we did when our babies were first placed in our arms. Thanks for the beautiful reminder that we’re always on His mind and the vastness of His love for us.
Oh, Oseta, aren’t we so glad that He did, and that we have someone who “gets” it? Becasuse, He made us so much like himself. Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment. Hope you weekend is full of God-moments!
Diane this is beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. Our children have grown up too fast.
Thank you Cyndi. I teared up as I was writing it, too! (laughing)…a mother’s heart speaks a language that all mothers understand, yes?
I have chills reading this. To hear another momma’s words express the feelings in this momma’s heart makes me both sad that we all go through these times but also comforted that I don’t have to go through it alone. Thanks you for laying is all bare.
Amy, all mothers have might heart for their children, no matter what. Thank you for stopping by and visting!
A very bare and raw post. You brought back the harshness and wonder of birth. That is one of my favorite hymns too. Your faithful love comes out in every word.
Cheers,
Leah
Thank you Leah, all mothers speak the language of the heart. A language that leaves words, somehow, lacking in the translation. Thank you for stopping by and sharing, I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
stunning Di- love your way with words- you paint such evocative pictures with them:)
that song is a favourite of mine too- deep calling unto deep, the love of a parent for a child.
My daughter was born this night 28 years ago- how glad I am for the closeness we share to each other these days after terrible teenage years when we tore each other to shreds- not understanding how fear had entered in and driven a wedge called fear of abandonment.
I wish I could write for her as you write for your son- you are truly gifted, Di.
Loving Strings of Pearls- the book from your heart.
Mary, was your daughter born on the 8th or 9th? Either way I’m claiming we have this as another bond between us!
It is funny. I showed my son the blog. His response?
“that’s nice mom” We moms understand, maybe one day when he has children, he will understand =)
Thank you for your kind words about String of Pearls. It was written during difficult times. Lessson learned from an Amazing God!
Amy wss born on 10th- we are a day ahead of you I think?
Yes, when our children have children, then they will understand.
I understood some things myself when i became a mother!!
The part of your book about the Jezebel Spirit and people operating in it making our lives miserable is so true.
We are becoming the truly authentic women through the trials by fire, aren’t we?
I found pg 63 a real blessing last night 🙂
God bless you, precious sister !
Mary, you bless me so much!
as you do me 🙂
=)
Thank you, Mary, I’m honored. But to God be all the glory…I only took dictation.