Cry of the newborn

 

 At some point in the last nine months, my heart, soul and most importantly my spirit were quickened with the knowledge of impending birth, and I knew without a doubt this would be a good birth, a gift.

James 1:17-18, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. Of His own will He brought us forth by the word of truth, that we might be kind of first-fruits of His creation.”

While I can’t pinpoint the moment I felt it move inside me, I can tell you with certainty Who imparted that quickening, and now, as the world outside my windows is bursting at the vernal seams, so are my heart, soul and spirit bursting with delight and new life. It’s all about timing, isn’t it?

 Ecclesiastes 3:1-2: “To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born. And a time to die. A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted.”

 So here we are.

 2 Timothy 1:7: “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”

 Thank you for being here, where we all boldly witness not only the christening of a new web site that departs from any timid posts birthed from hesitation and uncertainty, but also the deliverance of surety: God – my God, our God – through His Son Jesus Christ and through the ministerings of the Holy Spirit in my spirit, christen this is His name.

Hey! Hallelujah! Sure, what is born here this day is small in man’s eyes, but to God goes the glory, and He assures me of this from James 4:10: “Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up.”

 Hang on, because this could get bumpy. We could all see some speed bumps and pitfalls, and the ditch could rise up to meet us not just on our sides but also in front of us. Still, we go without fear. Without fear!

 Pray, mothers. Pray, wives. Pray for the lost and those who don’t want to be found. Pray, fathers. Pray, husbands. Pray for the lives of the unborn being pulled from the womb.

 Pray, children. Pray, sons and daughters. Pray for the strength and wisdom to carry on.

 Pray, America.

 Hallelujah!

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