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memories of my first days with my infant daughter
I loved at first sight.
But, no, the love had already grown as she grew within me...

He knew her, He covered her in my womb.
Some said it was not wise to stay together those three days.
I needed to hold her, breathe her in, sweet-scented infant...
where could I have gone from His sight, His eye was on us.
I needed to know that she was not alone in the nursery down the hall.

And she slept.
Saturday, Sunday, Monday. She came in her little bassinet.
And slept. No little infant sounds, no sighs, or grunts.
She made a few faces, and we laughed in delight.
I needed her to know that I was still near, my heart beat for her.

I longed to look into her eyes.
We took many photos of this precious newborn.
I held her, cared for her, soaked her into my soul.
I sat, alone, in my bed the last night we were connected.

I begged for a miracle, a nod of assent to my plea.
The silent answer I drowned out with my sobs of heart-break.
I need her now to know that my heart beats for her,
She is still in my soul. I long to look into her eyes.

His grace is sufficient, I acquiesce to His plan and purpose... for He loves her more than I do.
Unto thee O Lord do I lift up my soul. O my God I trust in Thee.. Psalm 25:1, 2a

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