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Romans 8: 18-22 (CEV) “I am sure that what we are suffering now cannot compare with the glory that will be shown to us. In fact, all creation is eagerly waiting for God to show who his children are. Meanwhile, creation is confused, but not because it wants to be confused. God made it this way in the hope that creation would be set free from decay and would share in the glorious freedom of his children. We know that all creation is still groaning and is in pain, like a woman about to give birth.”
My daughter was squeezing my hand so tightly it was actually hurting and all the while crying through clinched lips, “Oh daddy, oh daddy.”
As she lay there in the birthing room of the hospital in Tucson Arizona, all I could say was, “Daddy is right here baby, and it won’t be long now.” She had only been in labor for about forty-five minutes but to me, it seemed like hours.
I was in Tucson to help drive my son-in-law back and forth to the airbase for his daily treatments after having lung surgery, but then my granddaughter decided she was going to be an early arrival. Early that morning, I helped my daughter to the awaiting car, went back after my son-in-law—drove like an idiot to the hospital, got her in, got him out and caught my breath. Once there, my son-in-law, Roger was lying weakly on the birthing room couch, while my daughter, Dee Dee was looking at me like, You need to do something dad and do it fast.
When Dee Dee was born, fathers weren’t allowed in the delivery room, so I didn’t have a clue what went on in there. So when my daughter started groaning on the outside, I started groaning on the  inside. I actually travailed along with her for this child to be born. Oh, it wasn’t physical pain, but nevertheless; it was pain—it was heart pain. Finally the doctor said, “I can see the head, push Dee Dee, I need you to push, push hard.” Then at a last effort and one last push came the feet and a here is your baby girl. (Pictured 2009)
I’m standing there in a state of shock! I didn’t know most babies are born face down, so I thought, oh no, she doesn’t have any eyes, or nose or a mouth, until the doctor turned her over. However, she was a cone head, but it rounded out in a couple of hours. I told my daughter, “My granddaughter is a cone head”; she didn’t think it was funny. She was a beautiful baby and I had a beautiful granddaughter and since my son-in-law was still on the couch, I cut the umbilical cord. Savannah Rae Moore was born at 9:45am May 11, 1998. Mollie’s plane got there twelve hours later—she landed safely but that’s when I crashed.
Later on, I couldn’t help but think about another Father who is watching and waiting for His church to give birth to all that He has promise. He watches as she groans in pain as the stretch marks of sin have left their evidence so clearly on her physically, emotionally and spiritually. However, He knows what she is going to give birth to and it is something that every demon and devil of hell has been dreading since the garden. It is the birthing of a company of end-time believers that will walk in the earth as Jesus walked. The Father is not alone in this waiting and groaning, for all of Creation is groaning with Him for the manifestation of the sons of God. All of this end-time warrior's features are not fully developed as of yet, but the delivery date is not too far in the future. It may not be long before the Father will be holding the churches’ hand as she groans and travails and gives birth to a Remnant company of believers that will accomplish a last-days work of God.
I believe if we could here the conversation in the Heaven's delivery room of right now, it may sound something like this, I can see the head, it looks just like Jesus; it won’t be long now until we see the feet and the Scripture shall be fulfilled in Romans 16:20 “And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.”
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