A Birthday Blog
I had miscarried before, so that early morning visit to the bathroom left no room for question. It was happening again. My sobs turned to wailing and as I lay in the bed, Jon called the doctor and our parents. I couldn’t even pray for myself. My Momma came busting in the front door and came to my beside. She put her hands on my little belly and begin to pray. I don’t know exactly what she said. I could hardly hear over my own cries, but I remember what she ended her prayer with….”God, you are our God, and we love you, even if we don’t get what we want.” Jon and I got into our car to head to the hospital. We were devastated. We got to the hospital and they did a sonogram to prepare for the procedure to remove my dead baby. An odd calm and peace had come over Jon and I as we waited in silence in the dark room. In walks the nurse with her equipment in her squeaky, stiff shoes. She squirts the cold jelly on my stomach and looks at her screen. She squints. Silence… Silence… Silence… Ba boom… Ba boom… Ba boom… Do you hear? That is your baby’s heart beat! Look! Do you see? A healthy little peanut! Not even a trace of blood was to be found that night, not even a broken blood vessel. Nine month’s later we had a healthy baby girl on ground hog day.
Today she is nine years old. The devil tried to take her because he was scared. He knew who she was going to be in the Lord. But, God had His hand on her. He protected her. Nothing could stop His plan for her life. Indeed she is bold and fierce for the Lord even at her tender age.
She laughs easily and often. She is an encourager. She is a prayer warrior. She is for the underdog. Her loyalty knows no bounds. She is independent. When she was small I wanted her to cry for me when I took her into her preschool class on the first day, but oh no. She smiled for a few picture and told me “That’s enough pictures Momma. You can go on home.” I cried until I just about puked. Someone actually asked me in the hall way if I needed help. It wasn’t one of my better moments. The Lord created her with these qualities. He has a plan for her life and every detail in her personality was specifically created for His plan. (That’s cool, ya’ll.) She gets moved from her table about 3 times a week for talking. No matter where she is moved she finds someone else to talk to. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up in the hall, but then she’s just going to talk to the janitor. Maybe she will be a bible teacher like Beth Moore. Maybe she will be a hairdresser with a blog. Maybe she will be a stay home wife and Momma.There’s no telling what God has planned for her. If we are lucky, she will be president.
For her birthday, a blog just for her, so I can tell ya’ll I love her. She makes me laugh. Her giggles are so sweet to my ears. Her confidence comes from her faith in the Lord. She rests in His promises like a comfy recliner after a hard days work. It reminds me of my Momma’s prayer. God you are our God. We love you, even if we don’t get what we want. That is faith…. Loving God even when His answer is no, Trusting God even when we are in our deepest despair, walking with God even when we are not sure where we are going, and worshipping God even if we are tired and want to stay in bed on a Sunday. I am inspired by my girl. She reminds me not to worry, just climb on in that big comfy recliner and rest in His promises. To my girl I want to say Alyson, you are the Lords. He created every detail, right down to your freckles. Shine on. That is what He created you to do. Shine, Shine, Shine.
She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. Proverbs 31:25
In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your father in heaven. Mathew 5:16
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1
For You have been my hope, O Sovereign Lord, my confidence since my youth. Psalms 71:5
Happy Birthday Alyson Hope!