Something as routine as having a baby. Shouldn’t it be that…a routine? Not only routine, but a phenomenal occurrence that women have displayed since the beginning of Eve conceiving and birthing a child. But it is still routine.
“You are a stranger in your own body.”
Even writing this now, I feel the truth in what I received that day. I desired to be pure, and that is what God desires for me too. The purity of Adam and Eve. The closeness to God that is void of shame.
I quickly looked around observing if anyone else was watching. I knew almost immediately that I was “angering”. “Angering” is a word used when trying to work through the emotions that are presenting themselves as a result of a skewed or unwell childhood.
As I slid Weston into my Grandpa’s arms, he said, “Some of us are coming into this world, and some of us are going out.” Such a simple statement, and it felt sad and I wondered what he knew and what he was talking about.
My Grandpa died two weeks later. The day before he had a day of magic with his grandkids and then that night his body was done. It literally gave out overnight.