I wrote this in honor of my daughter’s birthday about a month ago:
nighttime rose: resurrection musings
My daughter— my first child— my once-presumed-lifeless but miraculously resurrected-while-still-within-me child— the one who turned the tomb of my womb into a cradle that rocked her gently and protected her from every harsh thing while she formed into the baby I met months later—
I have witnessed her life, her growing and becoming, like a miraculous unfolding, for 11 glorious years now. Every night, she asks if we can step out onto the front porch to pray before bed. The days are long now that it’s late summer and we stand out in the blazing Texas heat.
Our bare feet meet the warm, cracked concrete and we gaze out to observe tonight’s sunset— the Texas sky is such a show-off— before I wrap my arms around her as she bows her head against my chest. (She’s almost as tall as I am now!)
Sometimes we join our voices together in the familiarity of the Lord’s Prayer. Sometimes it’s difficult to choose which words to pray. When the world is full of fires, which ones do you ask God to extinguish? If we named them all, we’d see the dawn before we finished.
Tonight, as I reach for words, the ones that spring to my lips are a request and an acknowledgement of my daughter’s unique gift: “Dear God, help us to see the beauty in the world and in other people.” Before I can get all the words out, something arrests my attention in the flowerbed next to the porch steps. My gaze lingers on a single tiny pink rose blooming on my recently-presumed-dead but apparently resurrected rosebush.
“Do not forget,” a Holy whisper seems to say, “I am a God of resurrection.”
It’s more a knowing, a feeling, than a sentence formed with words. This world seems steeped in death, but when I asked Creator to help me see beauty, Mother God pointed me to the beauty of resurrection. How could I forget, even as I hold the evidence in my arms, her every heartbeat speaking defiant life in the face of death? Beauty is resurrection: life after death. In a word, Hope.