Due Next Month

My little Lincoln as he was at 19 weeks.

This thought has been floating around in my head for the last several months and I felt the need to jot it down. My little man is almost here! 

I don’t know how people can have the miracle of a baby and not believe in God. I know me, I know my body, and I know that I am not capable of making something out of nothing, of creating human life within my very belly with little or no direct effort on my part. And yet there is something that is growing inside of me, developing a brain, heart, lungs, and a personality, which was not there only months ago. Therefore to deny that there is a Creator that made our bodies gifted to do the impossible is both ignorant and senseless. It is one thing to dismiss that animals and other creatures are capable of such things, as it is distant and disconnected from our lives, but once you have a baby inside of you, once you experience the miracle of a child, another human being, being knit together in your womb, I see no possible way to dismiss this as anything but an absolute miracle accomplished only by Someone as accomplished as my God. 

"Oh yes, You shaped me first inside, then out;
You formed me in my mother's womb.
I think You, High God - You're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!

    I worship in adoration—what a creation!

You know me inside and out,

    You know every bone in my body;

You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,

    how I was sculpted from nothing into something.

Like an open book, You watched me grow from conception to birth;

    all the stages of my life were spread out before You,

The days of my life all prepared

    before I’d even lived one day."
-Psalms 139:13-16, The Message