Labor and Delivery

Godly mothers shape the generations. 

2 months into dating and Alayna is on the way. Standing in the bathroom with Anthony, not knowing what the future holds. We find an apartment to move to and decide to tell my mother the news, I am going to be a mother.

In her wisdom, she knew that past mistakes did not have to continue into future mistakes. It was not too late to submit to God’s design of a family in marriage and sanctify our union, to make a commitment before God and man.

When we are young, we think that restrictions are to stop our fun, but when we are old, we realize they are to help us create the most fulfilling life.

Have the years been easy, no. Have I been sanctified and challenged more in marriage than any part of my life, yes...more details on that another time.

Alayna Joy is making her grand entrance 2 weeks early and there is my mother massaging my back and helping me bring her into the world, sans pain medication.

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Fast forward 3 years, I am finishing my bachelors degree and expecting Katelyn Elizabeth. Here we are back in the labor room and mom is back to massaging me through the pain.

Once we are home, helping me pack to move and stepping in to do whatever is needed.

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We are at Uncle Richard’s funeral and Anthony let it slip that we are expecting baby #3, Jonathan Taylor.

Time for Mom to jump back into the delivery room, to massage and pray as I bring my third child into the world.

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This is just a glimpse of the labor and delivery that mothers help their children endure, daily they intercede in the background.

Are mothers perfect, no. Do they/we make our own mistakes, yes.

But thank God for mothers that continually point us to the perfect one, the one who has truly delivered us.

So today and always, Mom, thank you for all the ways you have been there over the years and even this last year as we released one child back into the arms of the Lord. Labor and delivery of another kind. ❤️