Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Dear God,

Do you remember this day 53 years ago?  I began praying in early morning.  I kept on praying while labor pains took my breath away.  I prayed when my first child was placed in my arms.  My prayer was for her.

I never could have imagined being 75 and my daughter 53.  On that day long ago, I could only see my baby, how beautiful she was filled with promise.  I wanted to give her the world and much happiness.  I wanted her to be safe and loved, oh so very loved.  

Fifty-three years later I wish I could still hold her in my arms whispering all my hopes and dreams for her.  I wish I could give her a stress-free, peaceful life where sorrow and pain would never touch her.  I wish I could give her safety where fears would never enter.  I wish I could give her the invisible things like endless hope, joy for all time and love that would encircle around her every day.  I wish every heartbreak and hurt could be healed.  I wish I could erase those things that brought her pain, anxiety, fear, sorrow and doubt.  

What you have taught me is this:  Yesterday is gone.  What has been done has been done.  There is no going back.  What there is is today and hopefully many tomorrows.  I wish many tomorrows for my daughter, many filled with things that will give her much hope, joy, excitement, peace and promise.

Thank you for taking care of my first-born, O Lord.  Thank you for blessing her in spite of me, her father and all who ever hurt her.  Thank you for giving her all the gifts she possesses, her husband, children, grandchildren and friends.  Thank you for the blessing she is to many. 

Thank you

for the gift

of memory today,

dear God.

Thank you

for bringing

my new-born infant

back to me.

Thank you

for every gift

you have given

to my daughter.

May she be

forever blessed,

I pray.

Love, Andrea