Labor Doesn’t End After Birth

These are the thoughts of the heart of a one-week-post-partum woman, learning to be a Mama of two, labor & birth still fresh on her mind and not yet used to what will become the “new normal” in her home. If you’ve been in similar shoes, this might make sense. If not, or if this seems silly, well, don’t worry about it. πŸ˜‰

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I’ve been given three.

Three gifts. Three souls. Three opportunities to sacrifice. Three gifts to offer back to the Giver, because only He is good enough to have them.

A husband who loves me and who I love deeply.
A toddler who knows Mama is her best friend, but is growing in independence out of necessity.
…and a newborn who only knows he needs me. A lot.

Labor doesn’t end after birth, does it? We only trade contractions for the needs of our precious charge.

One at a time. They come, they surge, and they go. A brief rest, and then another. And another. And another. And we keep going until they depart or our hearts give out. We can’t, but we do. We have nothing left, but life surges from within whether we think it can or not. And all the while I tell myself, “Just this one… Just do this one.”

The end is all the same. Shortly after reaching the depths of our pain, the end of ourselves, we are given life. Sweet grace and mercy and life and we keep on going ’til the muddy bottom of the River Jordan and the promises all fulfilled in Glory. But until then, we just do the next thing… Just this one…

“Dear Lord, with the prize clear before our eyes, we find the strength to press on.”


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