2.14.26~ Saturday Reflection & Prayer
LOVE, MIRACLES & A MOTHER’S MEMORY
The house is quiet this morning.
A softer kind of quiet.
The kind that comes when your heart is full before the day has even begun.
Today is my daughter’s birthday.
And as I sat with my coffee, talking with God, my mind drifted back 53 years… to a small mobile home tucked into the lush valley hills of Dover, Tennessee.
I can still see it.
Red clay roads. Morning fog hanging low in the holler. A town so small nearly everyone worked at the same place — Ely Walker pants factory, including me.
I was pregnant with my miracle.
Three doctors had told me I would never carry a child full term.
But there I was… sewing belt loops onto men’s blue jeans.
Promoted later to ticket clerk in the office.
Working right up until two weeks before she was born.
Her father, my husband worked at the sawmill with his father — hauling those massive logs that looked a mile long on the back of the hauler trucks. He was an off-bearer then — catching and stacking the lumber as it came off the saw. Hard, honest work.
After our shifts, we would go back to the mill and shovel sawdust into 25-pound potato sacks. Load the back of the pickup truck as full as it would go. Drive thirty minutes to Clarksville to Frosty Morn Meat Packing that processed beef and pork, where that sawdust was used on their kill floor.
One dollar a bag.
That was extra money.
That was provision.
That was doing whatever it took.
And then… three minutes before midnight… my sweet girl entered this world.
My love child.
My miracle child.
The one they said would never be.
And here she is today — 53 years later — living proof that doctors don’t have the final say.
God does.
The world looks so different now.
Technology. Noise. Speed.
But some things never change.
A mother’s love.
The sun rising and setting.
God’s steady hand over our lives.
And as I sit here remembering who I was then… and who I am now… I am overwhelmed with gratitude for every hard season that shaped us.
Because nothing was wasted.
Not the factory floors. Not the sawdust bags. Not the midnight delivery room. Not the tears.
Not the prayers.
TODAY’S REFLECTION
What once felt like survival may one day become the very story that proves God’s faithfulness.
PRAYER
God,
Thank You for the miracles we almost didn’t believe could happen.Thank You for sustaining us through seasons of hard work, uncertainty, and humble beginnings. Today I lift up every mother who has prayed impossible prayers. Remind her that You God, are still the Author of her life and the Keeper of promises. Help us see our past not with regret, but with reverence for how You carried us through it.
Amen. 🙏
Until tomorrow, may you feel grateful for where you started, confident in where you stand, and peaceful knowing God has always been writing your story.
With love,
Grandma Grady 💛
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2.14.26~ Saturday Reflection & Prayer
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