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Topic: Rich (04/26/12)
TITLE: Incomparable Riches
By Linda Goergen
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Turning back and forth, she examined her swollen belly from every angle. She inspected yet another purple-red etching against her pale skin, stretch marks that seemed to widen daily. She knew most women would be horrified at the sight, but she didn’t care, they were signs that the treasure inside her was growing.
As she applied her favorite rose scented lotion; she thought how soon she would be foregoing it, for baby powder smell and she could hardly wait.
She swung her long, thick, auburn hair around, trying to envision the hair cut she had scheduled for tomorrow, then stuck her tongue out at herself at the thought. She hadn’t had her hair short in so long, but there would be no time for fussing with her hair. She wanted to devote her time to this little girl resting inside her, for her to know a mother’s love, unlike the neglect she had had.
Tears stung her eyes as unwanted memories flooded her mind. She pushed them away, as she had so many times been pushed away. As she stood there naked before God, she lifted her hands high and began to praise Him. She began to think of where God had brought her from, to thank Him for His love, mercy and salvation. God had picked her up from her loveless, money-worshiped childhood and shown her what real love and riches were. She thanked Him for the loving husband He had given her; a husband that taught her that commitment, tenderness, and being there for her, was more valued than money. A husband her parents hated, for “pulling her” into such a simplistic, non-prosperous lifestyle. She laughed at their assessment, knowing God had given her so much. Yet, for ten years one desire of her heart had been missing.
She still found it hard to believe, after all the years of longing, that God had granted her desire and she cherished every minute of her pregnancy. She touched her belly again and leaned in toward the mirror, whispering the chosen name to her own reflection. Each whisper brought a smile, exposing her dimples. “Nevaeh Doreen” she repeated again and again. She loved the alteration of it, she loved how her thin lips seemed to plump into a kiss saying it. Nevaeh was “Heaven” spelled backward and “Doreen” meant Gift of God. This child was her special Heavenly gift from God and her mind could not imagine any earthy wealth that could ever bring the joy, or have the worth, let alone be more important than his rare and valued gift cocooned in her womb.
Forming her turned-up, freckle-specked nose into a crinkle, she told her image “I am so impatient, so ready to meet her!”
Suddenly, as if on cue, she felt a sharp pain spread across her back and stomach. “Could that be?” she wondered. She put on a robe and went to lie across her bed. The pain subsided and she laughed at herself for letting her anxious imagination run wild. But when the pain came again, she knew it was time.
She fell to her knees, thanking God. She began to think of Mary, as she felt the pains that would usher the savior into the world. She thanked God again for the gift of His son. As another pain came she wept before the Lord, not for pain—for joy. When she got up to phone her husband, she noticed her bible on her bedside table was open to 2 Corinthians 8:9: For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that you through his poverty might be rich. She thanked God again for sacrificing to give her riches money could never buy, then picked up the phone.
Later that evening, as her beautiful, healthy, newborn daughter was laid in her arms, she whispered to her husband, as she wiped his and hers joy tears, “Having God’s amazing grace, your love and this perfect, tiny treasure—how could I ever be richer than I am at this moment.”
“Or I,” he whispered, as the family embraced in the incomparable richness of God’s love.
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