She woke up last night and wouldn’t settle back down. As I rocked her back to sleep, I thought about how 11 months ago I met her for the first time in that same room. How she brought so much joy and love into our home… directly into our home, straight from God. There is something miraculous in that.
There is something spiritual about a home birth. I really believe that. You can laugh at me if you want, but I believe there were angels there with us that night. My bedroom was transformed to a holy place. A portal from God opened up and brought light, life and heavenly messengers. I felt them, the night couldn’t have been more sacred if a burning bush had appeared. I hope the angels stayed awhile.
Well, I know one of them certainly did.