New Life

Alive and moving inside my daughter’s body, my new grandchild is simply waiting to make her debut. She’s a miracle, the very best kind. 

            “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” –Psalm 139:13-16 NIV

            I press my hand to Jen’s full-term belly and feel the baby kick with her tiny foot. She’s a living, breathing human being who can feel the pressure I’m applying and is saying, in the only way possible, “stop it!” Feisty already, with distinct likes and dislikes.

            I’ve no idea of the personality that will soon unfold for us, but I hope we will encourage her to embrace who she is. Whether right-handed or left-handed, talented in music or in carpentry, soft-spoken or loud and brassy, tall or short, blue-eyed or brown-eyed, she is being uniquely woven and designed to achieve God’s purposes for her life.

            We can only hold our breath and wait to see the miracle that is coming our way.