My Beginning

Before going to sleep tonight, I had to write about a conversation I had with my daddy.  I woke up this morning thinking about him and how I want to cherish the times I have with him now and get to know him more.  I was talking with him yesterday and he told me the story of my birth.  Now, I've heard this story many times before, but yesterday, I heard it differently.  He always tells me that it was thundering and lightning when I was born.  (In my mind God set the greatest scene for my arrival.  Dramatic!)  I was born in a clinic in Elaine, Arkansas.  I was breached at birth so my mom had a hard time giving birth to me.  When I came out, I was like a ball.  I could fit in my dad's hand.  I weighed about 4 lbs.  Daddy said that the doctor told him to take me and my mom home.

At this, I asked my dad why I was not taken to the hospital.  Daddy said that the doctor told him to take me home, so he got his umbrella and covered me up to make sure it didn't rain on me and placed me in the car so that I would be protected.  He then went back in to get my momma and covered her up so rain wouldn't get on her and then he took us home.  This hit me hard.  I didn't understand why, but, I was really moved by hearing that I was taken home.  That I didn't go to the hospital, but was taken straight home to be nurtured by my parents.  It also hit me to think about the concern and the care daddy must have shown at that time.

When I went to work this morning, this thought was still on my mind, so, I shared it with one of my coworkers.  He said something that hit me and helped me to understand my story more.  He said to me that it is rare to hear that someone was taken home from the hospital.  Many children are left in a room with other children and cared for by strangers, but here I was taken home to be cared for by my parents.  At that moment, I wanted to break down and cry because I understood and could see the deep concern and care that God had for me right at the beginning of my life.

He showed me the depth of his love by giving me to two concerned and caring parents who protected me from the beginning, from infancy.  My coworker's point about how many people don't have what I was allowed to have helped me to see how I need to be grateful and accept the love that God has shown me and be willing to give this love to others.  This is my beginning.  This is how my earthly father showed love for me and how my heavenly Father showed his love for me.  I am a blessed woman.