I never cease to be amazed by the power of my God. The intricate way he weaves together circumstances for our good baffles my mind.
Weekly, I get updates on this baby growing in my womb. It never fails that at some point tears begin to pool in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks while I read of the wonders of his creation.
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)
This week, our new baby is barely over an inch long- but within that petite frame lies every organ that our bodies require for functioning. The heart has four chambers, the liver, kidney and spleen are all in place and continuing to develop and ready for the day when they will function apart from my body. I echo Davids words- Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well. (Psalms 139:14 NKJV)
Sometimes it’s easy to see the wonder in the developing of a child, the newness of life. It’s easy to be reminded when your life is turned upside down on a daily basis by a barely inch long new gift. It’s the daily life that I sometimes struggle to see his hand in. Nevertheless he is still working.
This baby is already teaching me about Gods goodness. My previous three pregnancies were, in a word- hard. With Addisyn I couldn’t keep food down from 3 weeks 3 days until about 19 weeks. The boys, well, they took it to a whole new level. My daughter (at 18 months) thought the toilet was for vomiting…. No literally, she would walk in the bathroom, cough, spit in the toilet and walk out. I find this hilarious, now. Zayds pregnancy was a jumbled mess of laying on the couch or the bathroom floor and barely heating up food when the natives were getting restless and started planning their revolt.
This baby. This baby has been a whole different story. I was not sick for a week before, or two weeks before- no. This one has been a god-send. It’s funny how the simple things can remind us of his faithfulness when it should be at the forefront of our mind constantly. This baby graced me with no sickness until the day before 8 weeks. It was glorious. Even in the midst of not feeling 100%, I am reminded of how it could be- how it was.
I am so blessed and highly favored to be able to carry another child. Daily, I thank him for the life forming in my womb. I did not think I would ever carry another child. I thought Zayd would be the last- but here we are again- able to experience the miracle that is a baby.
This blog comes to my mind constantly. Five in Tow has daily blessed my life as a wife, mother and woman of God.
He is faithful- faithful to make the little food I do keep down sufficient to grow this baby. Faithful enough to make what parenting skills I do have enough for my three small, loving, growing, amazing children. Faithful to keep me upright when I need to be. Faithful to shut my mind off when the piles of laundry and dishes are screaming at me. Faithful to make the work I do complete worth my time. Faithful to make the little sleep I get multiply. He is faithful. I am thankful. I am in awe. I am humbled. Humbled to be chosen to bear yet again, a wonderful life that will glorify Him.
I am amazed.