I have never been one to tell childbirth stories, mostly because mine are not very interesting. One story, though, has taken on new meaning as my life in Christ goes on.
I was already in the delivery room having my third child when everything stopped. Well, not everything. The contractions continued but he was no longer heading down the birth canal. Dilation stalled and there was no further progress. The nurses went off to help other mothers, and having checked all the monitors the doctor sat down at the end of the table, opened a journal and began to read. After some time and many, MANY contractions, listening only to the beeping monitors and my own breathing, I decided to speak up.
“Excuse me Dr. Cooper, but shouldn’t we be doing something?” He lifted his head from his periodical, looked up at the monitors and down at me. “We are,” he answered quietly.
Many times as I walk this Walk I have asked that question of God. Shouldn’t we be doing something -- when the child is ill, when the job doesn’t come, when the ministry of my heart's desire eludes me, when a loved one won’t forgive, when another makes an unfortunate choice, when prayers seem unanswered?
When I am finally willing to hear him He whispers back, "We Are."
