A Time To Be Born
I am starting a new series based on Ecclesiastes 3:1-11, A Time For Everything. The plan is to write 8-10 stories from various verses (not necessarily in order). We’ll see where this new theme takes us.
Photo by Owl Sisters Photography
A TIME TO BE BORN
He holds his wife’s hand as she bears down, grimacing in a pain he can only imagine. Sweat trickles down her temple, matching the stream pouring down his own.
I’m not ready for this.
She grunts and squeezes until his fingers turn red, bulging like sausages ready to pop. He never knew how much strength was in those hands, that body, this woman. He bites the inside of his cheek and stares on like a fool. Nothing to say. Nothing to do. But be by her side as she clings to him, and wait.
Cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He holds his tongue because he knows she would argue, thinking he’s only giving lip service to make her feel better. But what could be more beautiful than this moment? Or more frightening?
I can’t do this.
The determination in her face contradicts him.
Together we can.
A final agonizing push and she collapses to the bed, loosening her grip, panting in relief. He only has a moment to take her in before the infant is laid on her chest.
His infant. His child.
His breath stops as the axis of his world shifts. A new reality bursts to life, centered forevermore on the tiny miracle clutched in his wife’s arms.
Please read the sister-story, A Time To Be Die.