I would like to tell you about the amazing birth of my baby Tate.
Babies are safe inside their mothers' womb. All cozy, warm, dark and cheery.
We love them from the beginning, and anticipate the day we get to see their sweet little face.
We take care not to harm them, scare them or bring them here early. We rock them and dream
of the moment to come when they will be in our arms and we can hold and kiss them as we are
rocking them to sleep. We buy them things that they may not get to use for years to come, but
we know that we will enjoy the day they do. There is no question if we get to share the future with
them, it's just around the corner. Mornings of sickness, blood tests, full bladder ultrasounds (40oz!!),
and no more sleeping on your back. All the ups and downs are nothing just thinking ahead to that
day. The day they are born into our world, to be with us forever.
Some say that when a baby is born that it is a true shock to those little ones. They have to go
through the birth along with us. They were all safe and sound where they have been for 9 months. They
are very comfortable and it's "their" space. Then something changes and all of a sudden they are in
a weird place. A place they are not sure they want to be. It's cold. It's too bright. They probably are
asking "where did mommy go?" or "where's my warm water I swam in for so long?"
Most babies are born crying, and I can't blame them. That's alot of changes all at once.
Well, anyway, my point.....I was thinking about my Baby Tate tonight, and God showed me something.
My son Dawson is 9 and my daughter Brianna is 2. Both of them were born in the natural way, through all the normal
circumstances. Both times are still fresh for me, thinking back about them being handed to me. The love
I felt, and it grows daily.
But Tate, he is different. He was stillborn. He was not crying when he was born. He was
not cold. He was not scared. When he was born, not the born we have been talking about, but his birth was
amazing. The moment his little heart stopped beating, he was ushered to the arms of the Lord God Almighty
by beautiful angels!
His birth, you see, was grand. His birth was brilliant! From my womb of complete, unending love, he went to
Heaven. When he took his first breath, he didn't cry a single tear. He was not afraid of the glowing, radiant
light of the Holy One. There was no cold breeze, only the warmth of the Father. I can see his little face smiling,
coo-ing, and his little hand curled around the finger of God! Can you imagine? Can you see that? My baby,
snuggling up with our Saviour, forever. God continues to show me things about my baby that at first I thought I
would never see. He shows me my little one being held up in the air by Him and the most amazing smile you
have ever seen on a baby. I can see Tate looking over Gods shoulder at me, as if to say "See mommy, I am ok,
can't wait to see you here. I love you!"
Can you feel God in your presence right now? I pray that you all do, for
there is no other place I would rather be, than right here in the Will of my Father God.
May you all feel the love I have for each of you continually and thankyou so much for so many prayers and words