Who would think a picture could make one so happy. But it
does. A simple little picture of pinks and tans make this heart of mine reach
it’s utmost of joyfulness.
When I was 15 years old I felt God said I would have a son
named Zuriel and a daughter named Naomi Bliss.
I have my sweet, precious Zuriel. A strong name that means
God my rock, in my darkest hours I would say his name but my heart heard “God
my rock” and found the strength to carry on.
But, Naomi Bliss didn’t come. When I heard the name, I also
heard “For she will be your delight and she will bring you joy”. I knew in my
heart something hard would happen before my sweet Naomi would arrive. Of
course, at the tender age of 15, I focused on the name and promise of my little
girl and not on the thought of what lay ahead.
A month after I married my redneck, we found out we were
expecting. In my heart I knew this was my Naomi Bliss. 15 years after the
promise was made, I knew she was growing within. I knew that I had walked
through an earthen hell and life couldn’t get worse.
Sure enough, at the ultra sound they announced that Baby was
a girl. Baby finally has her name. Naomi Bliss. My delight and Joy. Z is ecstatic
to be a big brother. Redneck cried as he watched her move about on the screen.
My heart swelled with joy, excitement, and the remembrance of the promise from
15 years ago.
A faithful God. A loving God. And a hope I have held on to
for half of my life. When I look at this picture, that I sent to my dearest of
friends, joy bubbles from within.
