A friend of ours recently gave birth to her third child. Doug sent me a photo of mom and baby. What struck me about the photo were the beads of sweat covering Peg's face as she cradled her son. They were evidence of how hard she labored to give birth to him.
And then, in my mind's eye, I saw Jesus. His face beaded with blood as He hung on that cross -- evidence of how hard He labored to give me new birth.