“If faith, then new birth; if new birth, then sonship; if sonship, then "an heir of God, and a joint-heir with Christ." But if you have not got your foot upon the lowest round of the ladder, you will never come within sight of the blessed face of Him who stands at the top of it, and who looks down to you at this moment, saying to you, "My child, wilt thou not at this time cry unto me, 'Abba, Father?” IfsLooksChildrenMomentsFacesFatherChristFeetCryBirthSightBlessedRoundsMy ChildrenLowestLaddersJointsHeirsAbbaAbba Father Book:Sermons preached in Union chapel, Manchester Source: Sermons preached in Union chapel, Manchester
“It was easy to run around barefoot in oblivion in Costa Rica. But once I gave birth to my child, I didnt want to be oblivious to the obvious.” WantChildrenRunningEasyBirthObviousMy ChildrenOblivionObliviousBarefootCosta Rica Author:Carolyn Murphy
“Just previous to the birth of my little son, my mind gave way and my child was born in the asylum for the insane at Stockton, Cal. My boy was buried there.” WayMindChildrenLittlesBornBoysSonBirthInsaneMy ChildrenBuriedAsylumsMy Boys Author:Belle Boyd
“Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.” KnowsHeartChildrenBodyEarthJoyMotherNightAsksHeavenBornSpaceSeaPoetSweetFlowerArmsBirthLimitsKissingEternalStriveHungerRhythmDustAsk MeMy ChildrenFulfilledStrifeSageTime And SpaceDay And NightBirth And DeathEvermoreTiptoes Author:Rabindranath Tagore