In the course of my life children have never been given easily to me.
I have prayed earnestly and at times begged God for the gift of a child.
I have went before His throne and cried out like Hannah on behalf of every
single one of my children. Promising to raise them to love Him.
Promising to be faithful as a parent.
Just crying out.
So when the Lord faithfully gave each of my children to me, even though He never had to.
I felt it was an answer to prayer and thus my faith grew and my thankfulness.
My children are not common blessings.They are gifts straight from the throne room of my Father.
They are not expected blessings, but the fruit of sincere
pleadings. Better to rejoice over them as the fruit
of our pleadings than as the fruit of our bodies. When you pray
for a child so hard and so long and when your prayer is answered,
believe me there is no way it could ever be commonplace.
I know the sting of the death of a baby.
I've had at least 5 miscarriages.