“Did you see that light?”
The way my husband described the aura surrounding our daughter the moment she was born sounded like something otherworldly.
“I didn’t see it, but I could feel it. Something in the atmosphere changed the minute her body left my body,” I mused. Though I wasn’t quite sure what kind of change it was.
“Yeah,” my husband continued. “The air hit her pure and pinkish flesh and it was like something different had set in. Her skin tone changed– transformed almost. Like a mystery veiled, but still vulnerable to seeing eyes…” His voice trailed off.
“What do you think that was all about?” I asked.
It was my first time giving birth, my first time being around birth, really. I pondered whether this was an unusual occurrence or not.
“Maybe it’s a divine law of nature when a baby leaves the womb or something.”
“Yes maybe so,” I responded. “I heard a woman speaking at a Marian retreat say that at conception, one is given a divine mission, the mission for their life. Like, it’s imprinted on their soul, and their path has been laid out before them. Everything that individual has been destined to become–the life they were chosen for–can be seen by all in the invisible realms at that exact moment.”
I then also recalled the last women’s Bible study I went to. It was the last one I went to before Alice was born and there were only two other women, my friends, in attendance that night. They had asked if they could pray over me and although I hesitantly responded yes, simultaneously, I welcomed the prayers. I knew I had an intense journey ahead of me with labor and delivery coming up soon and needed many blessings.
My husband saw me daydreaming.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“You know it’s interesting that you mentioned seeing a light around Alice when she was born. One of my friends at Bible study said she got an image of light surrounding the baby in my womb after praying for me.”
I was a little embarrassed to tell him that I had let the women at a Catholic Bible study pray over me somewhat “charismatically”. Nonetheless, I felt compelled to share what happened.
My husband smiled. “Makes perfect sense to me, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth Gracy is a mother, wife & writer. Her interests include developing as a Montessori educator, growing spiritually in her calling to the Order of Discalced Carmelites, and caring for her family. She has a degree in Speech Pathology and attended Texas A&M’s Master of Public Health program