I hover over her crib during times of rest and wait for the tentative behavior to return. Scooping her up in my arms before the first stretches of awake take place, so to enjoy them myself. While she sleeps I admire the intricate creation of God. How perfectly He knit together each muscle, joint, and bone. How the heart beats rapidly, giving no rest to self, but sustaining each molecular cell that makes up the human body. Created from dust--dry and bare, we were formed in His image; whole, beautiful, and good. And while sin set us apart, I look at my baby and pray that His glory will shine through the dark as she continues on growing and learning.
I'm told they grow so fast. That time slips away quickly.
I'm not worried about the time, only enjoying the now with tiny toes that I kiss. Praying that God will show His time to be thriving and full of Him. If He wills for tomorrow, then I thank Him for another day to glorify His name by being a mom centered in Christ, sure to share the love of Jesus to my tiny.
In one week it will have been one month since the day I gave birth--the experience that has forever left an imprint on my heart. Each day I take a moment to remember the time leading up to her arrival; sure to never forget. The near death pain, the strength felt from the big guys arms holding me in place from the lack of self-strength. The numbing silence that turned into glass shattering screams. How eyes drew near, words of persistence rang out, and unknown energy arose and took place. I wanted to feel her come out of me. Feel what God Himself had blessed me with. Feel the very thing that would in fact change my life forever.
God is Good. My daughter is proof enough for me to stand on mountain tops and scream of His grace and glory.
I'm a mom. Tickled silly by the over flowing joy and love that is bursting from within.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.