He’s Got This {A Poem}

Last week. . . celebration!

Life-long dream realized.

I’ve said it was like birthing.

And, truly, it has been.

Complete with already-family having to share mom

with new arrival, its preparations, its needs.

It’s bittersweet, celebrating this infant dream.

Taking already-mine kids in arms,

kissing sweaty-sweet heads,

whispering “not right now, dear child,”

“we’ll read and ride and play more soon,”

“I love you, but new baby needs mom now.”

Then today, sitting new-mom weary

glad for a dear friend,

I read this:

let it go and rest

and hear a heavenly Father say,

“Rest, child. This dream baby is Mine.

Be with the ones who need you back now.

I’ve got this.”


For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.

– Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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