I wasn’t ready
He knew that
Trusting me anyways
My finite, human self
Being given a gift of life
When I had no hope
Her presence slammed into me like a wave against a wall
I repeated what I knew
I was so tired
Walking away into the darkness felt right
The Spirit came in like a gust
Settling like softness
Forgiveness showed her beautiful face
Redemption showed me her birth was foretold
Faith allowed my eyes to see this was about her
Not me
This lioness was mine to raise
One day, I’ll set her free
Sure that we’ll hear her roar.
As Always,
The sniffing, sobbing Bethany that I cannot believe her baby is 8
Bethany G. Paget 
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