Personal Ponderings When I Think of My First Child: First Love
My most recent picture with Joseph. October 2022. We love because he first loved us. 1 John 4:19 Joseph, born to me at a very young age, is my oldest child, soon he will be 28 years old. Even before I learned I was carrying Joseph I already wanted him. I was never obsessed with babies, but I always knew I wanted to be a mother. I can easily say that I "planned" my pregnancy with Joseph, but I know better now. No matter how fertile one may believe they are, no child can start in the womb unless our Creator God first brings it to pass. I am confident when I say that children are a gift from the Lord. (Psalm 127:3) I was a broken teenager, age sixteen, when I gave birth to Joseph. Born by C-section, I can still remember the day of his birth like it was yesterday. As broken as I was, there was nothing broken in the gracious and perfect gift, my son. The circumstances in my life weren't the most pleasing, but every single thing about my little baby boy w
