Life

I don't know if this picture is real or not, but it moves me nonetheless. As usual, the cynical part of me rears it's ugly head and says that this picture surely is fake. But the mother in me sees it and just sighs...The beauty and wonder of a pregnant belly. Why do all pregnant moms think they are fat? I applaud the pregnant women in bikinis~ we certainly see enough men in swim trunks and women in bikinis that have a big belly with no baby, so why not see a perfectly healthy pregnant belly. I don't get it. But maybe I'm just tired. I sat with two different pregnant women last night while they birthed their babies~best friends, 5 miles apart, birthed just four hours apart. The raw beauty of God never ceases to amaze me. I love nature. Okay, my friends will tell you that I'm not a long-term camper, but I love it for a few days...with an air mattress and a fan and a quiet time...Nature is so unpredictable and fierce at times. The same fire that can ravage a hillside can warm a home and the same water that can flood a village is necessary to sustain life. And birth is the perfect way to begin a life. Nature at it's finest. Trusting instincts and letting nature do it's thing without interference. God sure should pat himself on the back for that one.

I still must talk to him someday about all the pain though. There simply must be a better way...