Confession
I’m a bit of a complainer. I complain about nausea and fatness and lack of sleep constantly, it seems (to me). But please… dont misunderstand this for ungratefulness (not that anyone has… i just dont want to come across that way)!
I feel so unbelieveably blessed to be carrying a child. Knowing that he/she is a little of me (scary!) and hopefully alot of Jeff.. that is EXCITING. I love Jeff with all that I have and am so honored to be having his baby. Even more so, i’m honored and humbled that the Lord hand knit this baby into my womb.
The word in Genesis for "make" is different in the context of the Lord speaking or making the world into existence vs. the word used to describe His creation of us. It actually differentiates to let us know that he didnt just think of adam and eve or speak them into existence, but that he hand crafted them. Like an artist would do to a creation.
And that is just what the Lord has done in me. For me, he created me… he saved me and changed me (although i look less like my father than i wish) to be like Him…. and He took the time to knit this child, its every being, into me. That, my friend, is a miracle.
So while i complain because i’m weak and simply tend to be a bit of a debbie downer (thank you to my friends who laugh at that instead of being annoyed by it!), I am overwhelmed by my God.
