Orange Moon Thursday, September 1, 2022 "Memories of Miracles"

The Special of the Day… From the Orange Moon Cafe…

(Frances just worked her last night as a full time Labor and Delivery Nurse, after more than four decades of serving God and people in such a holy calling.  I can almost hear our Heavenly Father's commendation to her, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."  I wrote the following many years ago, and send it again on this special occasion.  )

    

               "Memories of Miracles"

    I wrote the song below for Frances several years ago as a tribute to her calling and career as a Labor & Delivery RN, and as an expression of gratitude to the One who commissioned her to such a sublime endeavor. 

I've spent my life in a holy place,

how often have I seen the face

of the God who plants life in the womb,

and smiles upon it as it blooms

 into miracles, I've seen miracles.

Miracles, I've seen miracles.

The joys I've known have been rich and sweet,

so many tiny hands and feet.

The times of sorrow, I'll not forget,

or the broken hearts God has comforted 

with miracles, I've seen miracles.

Miracles, I've seen miracles.

Most of all, I think of this,

the thought that fills my heart with bliss.

My God Himself became a Babe,

and every birth I 've seen portrays

such a miracle, I've seen miracles.

Miracles, I've seen miracles.

   

      Frances has participated in thousands of births, and delivered many babies herself when circumstance dictated.  She'll tell you the birth of every baby still fills her with the awed realization of "the God who plants life in the womb, and smiles upon it as it blooms."  She has spent her life in a holy place wherein she witnesses the entrance of little ones into the world, as called forth by the Giver of "life and breath and all things" (Acts 17:25).  

    Babies bless us for countless reasons so obvious I need not name them.  As the song suggests, however, the main reason they touch our hearts is that the Spirit of God bears witness by each baby born that the Son of God took upon Himself the sublime image of a newborn child.  We may or may not hear the message, but it sounds and resounds nonetheless.  For many years, Frances has heard and borne witness to the blessed truth that "My God Himself became a Babe."  A holy place indeed, as graced by the Holy One present when miracles come forth at His beckoning...

"Thou art He that took me out of the womb."

(Psalm 22:9)

Weekly Memory Verse

   Because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying Abba Father.

(Galatians 4:6)

   

  

   

   

   

  

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