03/23/2026
We all gathered in the bathroom.
In most births I attend, this would be overwhelming.
For her? It was a necessity.
The power of God was being called into the space by the matriarchs of her family. Her mother in law gathered her up in her arms and prayed with might. Her mother, her sister in law, her husband, Blair, myself, we all joined the worship. We prayed and sang out loud for what felt like at least an hour.
The spirit of fear was rebuked. I watched as Genesis melted into her mother in law’s arms. I heard as her cries calmed into deep breaths. I felt the Holy Spirit in that apartment bathroom.
Prayer matters. More than anything else, more than any birth education course, skilled hands, or birth comb. Prayer matters.
I was just discussing with my friend that when it comes to births, it is easier than any other place for me to see in the Spirit. The space of new life is sacred ground. He is there in the midst of it. “Do I bring to the moment of birth and not give delivery?” Isaiah 66:9
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