Examining the pink and blue bundles in my arms, with tears streaming down my face, I asked, “is this really me?” Me? Was this really Akosua of the empty hands of three years ago? Was it really me with arms bursting full of babies? There I was, pinching myself, afraid that I would wake up and it would be a dream. The doctors and nurses congratulating me, my mother and my friends jubilating and celebrating by my bedside, singing praises, raising their hands in worship and adoration, I could no longer keep it in, I got up with my precious gifts and danced around the room with them, more tears streaming down my face, tears of joy. I didn’t feel embarrassed about the racket we were causing in my room. I would sing out loud, I would praise my God, I would shout out for all the world to hear what my God had done for me. Faith 32 The Birthday Journal
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