I write this for the day of my 85^th birthday.  I understand that we all have birthdays, actually every year.  My birthday is no more significant than yours, and most likely not worth a blog of its own.  But I proceed.

I try to picture the day of my birth.  It was a difficult one for my mother, I did not slip gracefully into this world.  Sorry mom.  But however it transpired, a new life arrived into this world, me.

I recall the days when my children were born.  The anticipation, the preparation, the pain; these were all my experiences.  But then came the moment when the focus shifted to a new life, a tiny child (or not so tiny), someone new had been brought into this world.   A wonderment indeed. 

All through the scriptures we find mothers facing the wonder of a new birth.  Eve, the first to experience childbirth, with no woman to guide her.  Sarah, joyfully anticipating childbirth, when her body was already aging.  Elizabeth, looking forward to a son, while her husband was unable to speak.  And of course, dear Mary, so young, so brave, meeting the day of Jesus birth in awkward and uncomfortable. circumstances. 

For every child born, the “day of thy birth” is most significant.  The date will be remembered and recorded.  No life was ever lived without first having that “day of thy birth.”

God is good.  It is he who determined how new life would arrive.  It is he who created that incredible process.  It is he who is there to welcome each newborn at “the day of thy birth.”  Cherish the day, it is special.  He was there, He is there, He will be there.

Judy

I hope you will enjoy the hymn, “I was There to Hear Your Borning Cry.”