It is hard to believe, but a week ago my husband Dan and I walked into the hospital where we are planning on delivering our first child for a six hour birthing class. Now I pride myself on my nerves of steel, but there were moments when I blanched and turned away (God bless all of you who have had c-sections). Coming into this world is not a pretty or dignified process, no matter how it happens. Birthing is painful and messy – it is filled with danger and risk – but it is also filled with wonder and joy. While I believe this to be true, honestly all of you who have given birth know this reality much better than I do because I am not there yet. Almost but not yet.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
I have been thinking a lot these days about one of my favorite Christian mystic women- Julian of Norwich. Julian was a nun who lived through the time of the Black Plague when a quarter of the population died. I cannot imagine the rampant fear, the uncertainty, and yet in the liminal space in which she found herself Julian wrote these words. I pray that they give you hope as they give me hope too. Dan and I will go to the hospital in June and bring a little life into this word in all its’ messy broken complicated not yetness- and we dare to hope and believe that “all will be well…”