Her focus is solely on the birth.
For, her instincts whispered: “This one is mighty. It will rock the earth.
Now, be ready- One day is set for painful contractions.
You have no room for distractions.”
She trusted. And for 22 months and not one complaint-
Throughout the land, her peace is maintained.
Not all understand this drive to the extreme;
It’s a vision of love embedded deep- it’s more than a dream.
She is on a mission.
To bring what’s inside of her, to fruition.
By Sheyda Irani
I watched you care:
You encouraged the shattered
You stitched up the wounded
Rebuilt the fallen hero
Your faith quenched their arrows
I watched you fight:
You carried the exhausted
You reported the assaulted
Protected the innocent
Your armor was not militant
I watched you lead:
You steered thru scattered ruins
You advanced out of confusion
Restrained the hostile ones
Your heart preached from other tongues
I want to encourage you with the same words I received last week from my pastor. And that is, “You are in transition. God will not allow you to fall.”
Transition can take many forms: for instance, labor. The experience can be one of intense pain, practically unbearable. But you know the pain won’t last forever and at the end lies the greatest reward. Or, it can be quick and sudden like changing gears in a car. Or, it can be long and gloomy with no light at the end of the tunnel. In the midst of darkness, you lose sight of God’s presence and feel He has abandoned you.
But I’m here to tell you saints, Don’t Give Up! I’ve learned that no matter how uncomfortable the period of transition is- change is a good thing. That is how things evolve into something new: a caterpillar into a butterfly; an embryo into a fetus; an egg into a chick. Therefore, don’t resist the process of transition: trust it and embrace it with gladness. The ultimate goal is to become like Jesus. So, surely God will not allow you to fall!
Be mindful of, who you ask for help…
Many value reputation and will destroy yours.
I often hear we’re all connected; but how? I pondered this word connection from many angles and came up with a conclusion.
I believe we connect by touch. When I embrace my children, I’m physically telling them a story of how I feel. That I love them. And I’m here to be their everything. And I’m not going anywhere; they’re safe. Or when I hold a sick patient’s hand to comfort. Or pat the sober addict’s back for a job well done. Or witness two tree branches touch in an intimate way. Touch is needed to bind us when words aren’t expressed.
We connect through words- talking and laughing. The same tongue used to praise Our God is the same tongue used to communicate the desires, the hurts, the sufferings, the hopes of our heart. When two beings share in pain and suffering, the emotion evoked from empathy causes these two people to connect. This movement of compassion is powerful. So much so, bystanders who witness this connection, somehow feel involved.
And consider this- we need oxygen which is supplied by the trees and plants. And plants and trees need carbon dioxide which is supplied by our every exhale. Therefore, we’re also connected to others by our need for one another. Even a MENtor connects with MEN (mankind) MENtally because their need for one another is influential. What’s a leader without a team? Or a teacher without students? A pastor without sheep? A doctor without patients?
We ALL need one another. We’re interwoven into the same structure, by the same hands, at the same time. Surely, we are ALL Connected.
Sadly, many of them don’t know what love is; that it’s unconditional, wrapped in acceptance, gentleness and tied with a bow of understanding. A present, it is…that most refuse to gift themselves. Surely, many treat strangers better than themselves. They don’t know when and who to love; for, it chooses them. They don’t know how to love; because they observe others more than themselves. They can’t understand why love feels far away; indeed, their walk smells of defeat. They look for it, don’t know where it resides; because it’s everywhere.
Even my best requires me to be better.
Some days, I forget my goals
To be: healthier, richer, livelier
Then, suddenly I’m reminded.
Through someone’s cry of heartache
I’m focused right now, I promise
To save myself. By attracting the good doctor.
Then, I shall show and tell what I know.