First think about the birth. What starts out as a little seed grows into a tiny human being in the space of 9 months give or take a few days one way or the other. When the time comes it comes. The mother does not have a choice as to what day and time this will occur in most cases. Baby starts positioning itself for the downward journey and if mother is not ready, she better get ready. I wonder if babies think on this trip? I doubt it. Birth seems to be one of the miracles of life. And then here is baby! In a well run clinical setting, baby pops out into a room full of medical people ready to catch baby and clear it's breathing passages, weigh the little bundle, measure, probe, prod, and so on as mommy and daddy, grandma and grandpa, aunts and uncles, beam with pride. That is a perfect world.
We are all born, there is no disputing that fact and as sure as the world turns, we will all die. In a lonely room some where we will face out destiny. We will be the mother or father, the grandma or grandpa, the aunt or uncle, son or daughter. We know what happens after birth when we have followed the light into this world, but we have no manual to follow when we follow the light at the end.
I am a simple minded woman. I believe in God and I beleive his name is God. I beleive in the Holy Bible and I beleive that Jesus is the son of God. I beleive that when I follow the light out of this world I will be swept up in the arms of Jesus and carried to a place in Heaven, wherever that might be, where I will never be hungry or cold and will walk on streets that are paved in gold.
Those are my thoughts for this day as I set here thinking of my sisters that have gone before me and the babies that have come since. My God is good.