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NUMBERED
DAYS
“For we are His workmanship,
created in Christ
Jesus for good works,
which God prepared
beforehand
so that we would walk
in them.”
Ephesians 2:10
I
imagine her fright
was
practically unbearable
when
late to motherhood
those
first contractions came—
too early
and
I began traveling
down
the birth canal—
prematurely
Oh,
I’m certain she worried
as
she endured the pangs
of
relentless contractions
worried
and wondered and prayed
as
she watched hours tick away
on
the clock on the wall—
worried
(until
they numbed both mind and body
by
administering ether)
if I would make it
or
if her lifelong dream
of
motherhood
would
be forever dashed
but
her dream was not dashed
and
they scurried to place me
in
an incubator
I
was very, very tiny
yet
it looked as though
I
would make it
but
a day or two later
as
she held me in her loving arms
and
fed me at her giving breast—
I stopped breathing
and
my flesh turned cold and blue
She
screamed a scream
that
surely shook the hospital walls
A
nurse came running—
grabbed
me by my feet
smacked
me on the bottom
and
praise God
I
began to breathe again
and
that indicates to me
that
the One
Who
has numbered my days
and
multiplied my breaths
had
a purpose
and
the fact that I’m still here
sixty-nine
years
and
counting
indicates
He has more
for
me to do
and
all I want Him to know is
Lord, here am I
Maude
Carolan Pych
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