Holy BirthWaters

Dear Birth,

You showed up as holy ground tonight. In the gentle evening light, in worship songs filling every corner, in prayers rising with each surge. A home transformed into a sanctuary, a birth pool into baptismal waters, an ordinary evening into a miracle space.

I watched you dance with faith. How you moved her just right, how you wove worship and work into one beautiful rhythm. The water held her like grace while prayers and praise music became her anchor, her strength, her song.

You painted such a sacred story through my camera - the way her partner prayed over her, how the water caught the light like stars when she moved, their hands clasped in worship between waves. Each frame is a testimony to trust, to divine timing, to perfect love.

You reminded me why I love documenting these holy hours. Why every birth holds its own magic. Why water births especially speak to something ancient and sacred in our souls.

And then, in your perfect timing, you gave us that moment - when Callen slipped from water into water, when worship turned to joy when a new soul joined our earthly song in the gentlest way possible.

Thank you for letting me witness your divine artistry once again.