Life.

With every birth I fall further in love with our Creator. 

even more thankful to a woman. 

&& how blessed it is to be side by side through the moans & joy of birth.

Going into a weekend full of so much meaning.

So much sacrifice

A love so pure and evident.

It blows my mind to read the story of Jesus crucifixion.

And how so many people had hard hearts of denial.

As good Friday began.

As Jesus was making the gruesome walk,

Carrying His cross.

Our iniquities. Sins. Shame. Guilt. Mistakes. 

To the place of skulls.

Where His blood flowed after the strike of a spear.

And washed our hearts.

From Crimson to the purest of white. 

As Jesus approached His resurrection. 

I got to witness new life be born. 

Because of Him. 

A sweet new little one let out her first cries. 

As her mama held her tight in her arms. 

Overwhelmed.

And so full of contagious love. 

I wonder if God looks at us like this.

Overwhelmed with who He created us to be. 

Especially when we look to Him.

And sing praises. 

He holds us in His arms when our hearts cry out. 

And he comforts us with His whispers. 

The sheer strength that runs through a woman in that moment.

The instincts that are on auto pilot. 

Her determination. 

Eagerness to meet this new child.

That was knit together in a way that only God could. 

And the moment their eyes meet. 

A beautiful picture of what it will be like when we meet our Father. 

Thank you Savior for your death that gave me life. 

The past that was wiped away.

Never to be my identity.

Saved from what my life could have been

Only to grow into what I am becoming. 

With the identity of Your daughter. 

Thank you for choosing me to be so close to new life. 

Apart of life's first cries.

Surely our griefs He Himself bore, 

And our sorrows He carried; 

Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, 

Smitten of God, and afflicted.  

But He was pierced through for our transgressions, 

He was crushed for our iniquities; 

The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, 

And by His scourging we are healed.  

All of us like sheep have gone astray, 

Each of us has turned to his own way; 

But the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all 

To fall on Him.  

He was oppressed and He was afflicted, 

Yet He did not open His mouth; 

Like a lamb that is led to slaughter, 

And like a sheep that is silent before its shearers, 

So He did not open His mouth.

Isaiah 53:4-7