Thursday, March 31, 2011
Just the Gift we Needed
Venette walked out on the crowded porch holding her new baby. The women waiting for prenatals to start took one look and squealed. "Venette! You had your baby!"
They stood rejoicing with their friend over this precious new life.
Venette came to the maternity center in labor. She arrived on the back of a motorcycle. She was already at a 10. She had a safe, healthy delivery. We're so thankful.
I keep staring at this photo. It makes my eyes fill up with tears. Venette's birth was non-eventful. We love Venette, and are thankful her birth was perfect and beautiful. We're all so weary of one big sad mess after another lately. Those of us working at Heartline today prayed before things got rolling. We always do that. This was one of those prayer times that found us crying and snotting...trying to find the words to pray, but mostly thanking God that he understands and makes sense of the groans and the tears. Cries. Words. Snot. Tears. A room full of women begging God for mercy, healing, and grace...and thanking Him that He is strong when we're spent...done...and weak.
Seeing Venette holding her baby today felt like salve on a wound. Salve on a wound? Congratulations. I'm officially 90 years old. Okay it was more like eating ice cream after a long jog in the Texas sun.
These women. Their babies. They have stolen our hearts.
After you finish staring at those beautiful smiles in that photo and letting the gift of a normal birth sink into your soul, can we talk about how incredible these women are?
Let me know when you're ready.
Now? Oh good. I can hardly hold it in.
Venette rode on the back of a motorcycle for miles down Haiti's joke of a road system while she was in hard labor. She was at a 10! Let's marvel. Selah. Stop and think on that for a moment. Can you imagine?
Some of Aaron's worst memories are of taking his wife to the hospital in early labor. On our smooth, American rodes, in our air-conditioned, comfortable car let's just say I was a total **bleep** all the way (all five miles) to the hospital.
These women. Oh these women. Have they stolen your heart too?