Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord.
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
On Sunday, the "baby" of our family, Rebekah Hope, became a teenager.
And on Sunday morning, my heart was full, absolutely full. Full of love. Full of rejoicing. Full of gratitude. Full of praise.
Tears spilled as I greeted the birthday girl on her first morning of being thirteen.
Tears spilled as I stood at the stove and stirred caramel sauce for the ice cream sundaes she'd requested.
Tears spilled as my girl sat at the piano and played "Hallelujah, What a Savior," and though I had been singing it along with her all week, I could hardly voice the glorious words.
I was thinking about the story of Bekah and how we had had to hope and to pray all the while that she was growing in my womb.
But I was also thinking about God's plan for Rebekah, "a future and a hope." I was thinking of what a blessing she is to us, and how God has made her a unique person with gifts that she is using for Him. "For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them." (Ephesians 2:10)
Later, tears spilled again as brothers and sisters in Christ sang along as Bekah accompanied, and we all lifted a song of praise to our Redeemer. ♫ "...ruined sinners to reclaim. Hallelujah, what a Savior!" ♫
We returned home, ready to celebrate Bekah's birthday. It was a milestone.
It was an Ebenezer.
"Thus far, the Lord has helped us."