I smile not to belittle your pain, but because I know what is past it. This is temporary, My child, and you must allow Me to walk you through it. I know all else seems to have grown unimportant in the light of what you are experiencing, but nothing new is birthed without pain, the proving ground of your faith. Though you have been enduring long and laborious birth pains, even now I am holding your hand, telling you to push. As you push, I will catch that which I placed inside of you, and it will grow and thrive. All of the hopes and dreams you have held within your heart will not have been for naught but will mature to bring Me glory. My hand is strong enough to withstand your squeeze. My heart holds your tears. You will dance again, but for now, PUSH! The head is crowning, and your time has come!
John 16:21, “Whenever a woman is in labor she has pain because her hour has come; but when she gives birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish because of the joy that a child has been born into the world.” NASB