Molly Kate, Part 2Last night, while I was laying in bed (after our childbirth ed class), I was thinking about our baby again. That phrase from Psalm 139 popped into my head about how God knit me together in my mother's womb. What a neat way to put it. Right now, even as I write this, God is piecing together that little girl with so much care and attention. I don't think that she'll ever understand how much He loves her. Shoot. I'll never understand how much He loves me. She's just in there doing whatever babies do --kicking, sucking her fingers, or whatever-- totally oblivious to the miracle that God is doing in her and to her.
That's what got me thinking.
Here I am, just going through the motions of life, with hardly a thought about this God who loves me so much. All this time, He's working on me, with care and attention, making me into the man that He wants me to be. God is working miracles in us and to us and through us all the time, but we never take the time to notice.
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.
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10:36