I was thinking the other day about having babies. My firstborn son just celebrated the birth of his first born son (his fourth child). He will also celebrate his 31st birthday next week. I was pondering the day I learned I was pregnant for the first time as well as the day he was born. I was married very young and had my first child 1 year and 9 months later, one month shy of my 19th birthday. My husband and I did not start our lives together out as born-again Christians and I will have to admit that news of my first child's impending birth was not as happy an occasion as it should have been. Those days in my marriage were very rocky days. God was faithful though, as He kept us together, knowing full well what His master plan was. His birth was a much more joyous occasion. Friday the 13th of March, was a great day for us as our first little bundle arrived at 6:56 A.M. As I was pondering all that took place that day and the feelings that rush in as you bring a son into the world knowing full well that he will carry on your family name, I had a thought.....
It occurred to me that I have been pregnant and given birth in each of the seasons of life I have lived. My first child came when I was a young bride at the age of 19, thus giving me a child in my teen years. Our second child, a daughter, was born 19 months later when I was in my early 20's. Now fast forward to my 30's when our third child (our first reversal baby) came along (that is another story). Three years later when I entered my 40's, we were blessed with yet another baby. Two years later we were blessed again. Then two years later, we were blessed again but God chose to take that baby back into His arms to await our arrival to Heaven one day. So four seasons of life spanning over three decades God chose to bless our home with children. How incredibly blessed we are.
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