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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