I listened to this song during my labor and delivery with Ephrim. The Lord just kept on telling me to breath, everytime I needed it.
There really isn't enough that I can say about my boy, I look back and miss every little cuddle, wish I could have every new experience all over, and know that it will never be the same. I look forward and know that there are many more experiences to come. I have a hope for his future. Ephrim has been God's ministering tool in my life. He has softened me, and given me a mothers heart. Thank you Father for this blessing.
Psalm 127: 3 "Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. 5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate."