First Born

On April 17, 1974, at 1:23 p.m., my first born child, Michelle Renee, came into this world. I didn't think I would ever have children, I was six years in my marriage and I had been taking fertility drugs for almost four years with no luck........until now. When I was first told I was finally going to have a baby, I was in "heaven". After all these years, finally, a child. My own child. It was an easy birth...I delivered her in 18 minutes. Her eyes were wide open and she didn't cry once. She was a happy baby, everything she did was easy. She gave up her bottle at 9 months, she walked early, she talked early. She was an amazing child. And of course, as all first borns, she was lavished with everything and spoiled so terribly. She received a lot of attention from everyone in the family. I didn't like sharing her with anyone either. She was MINE. I was so grateful to God for blessing me finally with this child. There was never any doubt that she was wanted, as her brother was three years later. Children are such a blessing from God and should be regarded as precious treasures. The only thing about it is, they are only loaned to us by God for such a short time. Then the time comes for them to live their own lives......and we have to let go. That's the hard part.........letting go.....for me it was extremely difficult. As my child, it was my job to teach her all that she should know about God's greatness, in addition to applying that knowledge to her life. What she would do with it, would be entirely in her hands. Sometimes, I wonder if I did a good enough job of that as I'm sure most mothers do. But, then, is anything we do for our children good enough? We always want the "best" for them, don't we? I suppose the only thing I can hope for is that sometime in her life, she would realize that there is really one thing that matters, that God loves her no matter what, as I love her, no matter what.

My mother-in-law prayed many years for a grandchild. She asked if God would send her a rose as a sign of hope. The same day I found out I was going to have a child, she looked out into her yard and saw a single yellow rose bud, barely open, on a bush that was thought to have died. When I called to tell her of my news, she said she already knew. To this day, she calls Michelle her rose.

Michelle has yet to really have bloomed, but she will and when she does, she will have an inner beauty that will be recognized by every eye, awed under every breath, and with a fragrance of such pure incense.

There will be no mistake about Whose hand it came from, never to be cut from the branch where it grows, as a rose...... a beautiful yellow rose. That, my friends, will be Glory only to God, as this beautiful yellow rose will bloom for HIS pleasure.

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