There are moments in life when time pauses—when every sound fades, every worry melts, and even pain bows in reverence to joy. For me, that sacred moment came bathed in surgical light and whispered miracles.
I heard the words, “It is a baby girl.”
Now, I’m not sure if this needs clarification—especially since someone accused me of “over-celebrating”—but I’ll say it anyway: I am guilty. Guilty of joy. Guilty of wonder. Guilty of opening my mouth too wide for gratitude to spill out. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The Room Where Heaven Visited
Lying on the operating table, aware of every breath, I felt the room thicken with divine presence. I heard it. I smelt it. I could almost taste heaven in that sterile air. Then it came again—another cry, another miracle.
“It is a girl!”
Two little voices. Two heartbeats. Two blessings from a God who clearly writes His own medical journals.
At nearly sixty years old—and after living with HIV for thirty-seven of those years—who could have imagined that I would be here, holding twin girls in my arms? Wema and Debbie. The very definition of grace and abundance.
Oh, how I wanted to rise, dance like Miriam, and lead a chorus of praise! But I couldn’t feel my legs. So instead, I let my heart dance.
When Life Feels Heavy
Now, when life gets heavy—when deadlines pile up and the world loses its color—I look out the window and revisit that moment. I remind myself that my Big Dad, the Creator Himself, doesn’t just deal in odds; He deals in wonders.
People may call it witchcraft or luck. I call it God’s craft—the unmatched artistry of a Father who gives beyond measure.
Every time I see my girls giggle, hold hands, or even fight, I’m reminded that miracles don’t always arrive softly. Sometimes they show up wearing surgical gloves, beneath bright lights, surrounded by tears of disbelief.
Wema and Debbie are living proof that joy can still bloom where doctors once planted despair.
Your “It Is a Girl” Moment
So today, whatever storm you’re in, pause—and whisper it to yourself: It is a girl.
Not literally, but spiritually. Let it symbolize birth. Newness. The joy of unexpected beginnings.
You too can have an “It is a girl” moment—a divine surprise that reminds you you’re still loved, still seen, still favored.
Because when God gives, He gives in twos—in laughter and strength, in grace and overflow.
A Song of Joy
So sing your song.
Dance your dance.
Live your “It is a girl” day, every single day of your life.
Because heaven is still in the business of saying, “It is a girl!”—and by that, it means:
It is a new dawn.
It is joy.
It is life, reborn.
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