I Carried Them, But I Didn’t Create Them

I carried them.

But I didn’t create them.

A place containing nothing was mysteriously filled with something, a treasure too incredible to have been constructed by my faulty human hands. My still and silent womb suddenly swayed to the rhythm of life. The chorus of rushing blood and a beating heart sang to a melody of transformation and growth.

I carried them.

But I didn’t create them.

I had not been chosen to control their destiny. But I had been called to care for the creatures growing within the shadows of my womb. They were life. They were love. They branded me as their mother.

I carried them.

But I didn’t create them.

I was their home, my body a structure equipped to nourish and nurture, to care for the valuable lives within. The walls of my womb were designed to protect the life that had been planted in the darkness, hidden from the world.

I carried them.

But I didn’t create them.

Together we grew, while my purpose to serve, protect, and sacrifice became clear. They relied on me, but belonged to me no more than my own body did. I became a vessel for life, but not necessarily my own. Self-service was replaced with self-sacrifice.

I carried them.

But I didn’t create them.

My body was their gateway, but I was not in control of the gate. Some passed through, their bold cries filling the atmosphere of the outside for world. But for others, the gate remained closed, leaving them to wither within me. Some I carried into the world, and some God carried out.

I carried them.

But I didn’t create them.

They were masterpieces, woven together in the depths of my fragile frame, their presence radiating through my heart and soul. Some were born into this earthly world, and some were born into the other world of heaven.

They were my babies. They ARE my babies. And I carried them. But they were never truly mine.

So I’ll carry out my role as their mother for as long as I’m allowed to do so. I’ll keep them close, knowing that nothing is guaranteed. I’ll care for them, despite my lack of control or ownership, for they have been entrusted to me for a time that is not of my choosing. And I’ll trust that their Creator has the best plan for their lives, even when I don’t think it’s the best plan for mine.