The alarm and the toddler both wake me up. I stumble to the coffee maker and reach for my cell phone to listen to the daily audible Bible, while loading a full dishwasher.
The morning was harried and stressful. It was the first day back to our weekly homeschool program after a long Christmas break. Each of my kids arise and are dressing for the day. Still dark outside, the air was piercingly frigid. We busily hunted for shoes, jackets, and backpacks while we frantically rushed to pack seven lunches.
We arrive at our destination and start unloading the van.
As the kids make their way to chapel, I visit with other moms. So far, a normal day for us. My reluctant toddler decides school isn’t for her today, so I’m dealing with clinging hands, trying to coax her into her room.
My class starts in a few hours, and I spend the next hours researching and going over my notes so that I can prepare to teach.
When all of a sudden, my ordinary day instantly turns extraordinary by the presence of the living God…
Through a simple text.
It is now a monumental day…
My adult daughter, pregnant with her first baby, sends me a text following her very first visit to the midwife.
“I heard the heartbeat”.
The tears began streaming down my face.
My GRANDCHILD’S heart is beating strong!
How can I put this feeling into words?
The realization that your first born child, is carrying your first born grandchild.
Pure Joy inexpressible.
By the grace of God, I’ve carried to term and delivered eight healthy children over the past 21 years. I remember the posters on the wall of the doctor’s office where I was sitting when my husband and I heard my oldest child, Bethany’s, heartbeat for the very first time. I remember how we celebrated and wiped away the tears because God had given us the desire of our heart.
I remember that day and I will always remember today.
This extraordinary day.
When a text told me, that new life is here.
The heartbeat means just that….a heart is alive, and beating.
My prayer is that this child’s heart beat, will inspire others to continue to beat.
…That this child will send a message on the value of human life, from their tiny home, my daughter’s womb.
“Let the little children come unto me, and forbid them not, for such is the kingdom of heaven.” Matt 19:14