The Great Sea’s aquamarine waters were caressing my toes, leaving traces of salt upon my turquoise nail polish. I was staring at the foaming waves, savoring the joyful news about a baby in my womb —a long awaited miracle. I was processing my fears that my babe’s heart may beat but one season under my heart, just like it was the last time. Will I be able to embrace my child, breastfeed him, sing him lullabies? The sun's rays among the waves were playing with the grains of sand between the stones and shells —in them I saw a cozy church in a small Greek village, me and my husband lighting a candle to thank the Lord for giving us another chance. I raised my eyes up to the heaven and put the candle into the sandy vase next to the myriad of other flames weeping their innermost prayers. My candle flame’s reflection intertwined with a rainbow mesh upon the shallow water, where I saw an egg-like stone with a curious pattern, etched on its white surface —number nine. I withdrew it from the water, marveling at the beautiful gesture of the Almighty God —a gracious promise of my motherhood. Hallelujah! My God, you’re so good!
“By faith even Sarah herself received ability to conceive, even beyond the proper time of life, since she considered Him faithful who had promised.”Hebrews 11:11, Holy Bible
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