What’s mine, is Yours

written by Jill 'Morris' Carnuccio

Yesterday
My baby had a baby.
Every baby is a miracle;
some arrivals make that fact a little more obvious.
She was sick.
He was stuck.
We were waiting…
But at 11:12AM,
They rescued him from where a baby cannot stay,
And her from what a momma cannot bare.

In another time or another place
Yesterday may not have been what it was…
And we are so grateful to live here
And to live now!
While I waited I mostly prayed for MY baby,
while she prayed for hers.
This is motherhood: baby
sitting, pressing, calling on your heart.
Don’t get me wrong-
My baby’s baby
Is beautiful, precious.
We already love him with swells and bursts and awe.
But my baby’s baby will make my baby’s life more difficult at times.
So I will first,
Think of the one who came first…the one I like to call “mine”.
What a day!
I don’t remember going to bed last night.
But I remember my dream.
I was bald…it was grotesque! My hair fell in a ring,
like a monk, around a circle of white fuzz on the top of my head.
…A scary little subconscious dose
Of the reality of mortality .
So today, I am so grateful to live here
And now
for the One who likes to call me “mine”…
As this life just keeps tromping along!

“Just as a father has compassion on his children,
So the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him.
For He knows our frame;
He is mindful that we are but dust.
But the lovingkindness of the Lord
Is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him.
And His righteousness to children’s children.”
Psalm 103:13,17
“I ask on their behalf…of those whom You have given me;
for they are Yours;
And all things that are Mine are Yours, and Yours are mine…”
Jesus- John 17:9–10a
“This is eternal life, that they may know You,
The only true God, and Jesus Christ
Whom You have sent.” V. 3