Labor Coach

Posted by on Dec 21, 2010

Softly, I brush your forehead with my fingertips.
I curl my finger and wipe the tear that forms at the corner of your eye.
I kiss the lips that will speak My truth.
I brush your hair to soothe your spirit.
I fill your heart with a wellspring of joy and love.
Push now. It is time to give it birth.
My Spirit lifts it as a fountain that splashes with joy on all those who draw near.

I have called you by name. You are mine. Isaiah 43

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