Maggie’s Song

Yesterday, my baby turned two. The day was filled with happy dances, bold declarations of MINE (if anyone dared to touch her presents) and the normal assortment of tears and time-outs. But the introspection of my heart wasn’t normal or loud and bold like the personality of my last born.

 The deep sense of awe that accompanies Maggie’s birthday each year instigates my own private party. And so, when the birthday girl, flanked by new baby dolls and soft pink blankies, was tucked safely in her crib and when her confetti-throwing, noise-maker-blowing siblings finally settled into dreamland, I curled up with my journal and my Bible and offered the Lord my gifts of gratitude.

 I thanked Him for knowing the desires of my heart better than I know myself.  Delight in Me and I will give you the desires of your heart.  I thanked Him for using Maggie’s miraculous arrival to remind me of His constant faithfulness. I will never leave nor forsake you.  And I thanked Him for using my final pregnancy to open my ears to His voice. You will hear a voice behind you saying, ‘This is the way, walk in it.’ (For more details on Maggie’s story, See last year’s Miracle Maggie post on 1/23/10). As I sat quietly in the presence of the One whose hands shaped my youngest daughter, I marveled at how her short life has already shaped mine.

On the night of Madgalene’s birth, I scribbled this prayer-poem on the back of my hospital menu. Today, it is still the cry of my heart that this littlest girl of mine will hear clearly the voice of that sings over her with love (