I Prayed For You

I prayed for you.

Right there, as they laid you on my chest for the first time.

The craziness of everything else going on in the room–it did not matter. Whatever the doctor and nurses were still doing, it was a blur to me. All I could do was thank God for you. 

And so, I prayed.

First and foremost, I thanked God for the gift of you. For taking a little bit of me and a little bit of your dad, and creating you so perfectly. 

I thanked God for taking the pain from me; right there in that moment, my pain had vanished. All I felt was immense joy the moment I saw you.

I thanked Him for a healthy delivery. And I prayed you were healthy, and that you would grow up big and strong.

I prayed God would bless you in life. I prayed for protection over you, and that He would watch over and guard you always.

I prayed, that above all, I would lead you back to Jesus. I prayed you would one day know Him and love Him.

I thanked Him for making me a mama. 

I thanked Him for the most beautiful gift that is you. 

As you took your first breath, my sweet child, I prayed for you. 

And I’ll keep praying for you . . .

Until my dying breath.