Girls are nice too, but we trust that God knows exactly what we need in this family and that’s what He’s sending our way. We couldn’t be more excited.
To be honest, it’s been a bit of a rough ride. I know we’re supposed to cast our cares on the Lord and never be anxious—and I’ve been trying—but since losing Samuel, I can’t help but consider how fragile life in the womb can be.
But boy howdy has this underlined and highlighted and circled and illuminated in flashing lights how precious these babies are. The ones still in the womb. Knit together, as the psalmist says. Already known and loved by us, but even more so by their Creator.
They are made in the image of God, as are we all. Our little guy is wriggling and bumping and exploring his little space, blissfully oblivious to the problems of this outside-the-womb world. Yet we know he’s listening and reacting to it: His brain is thinking, his heart is pumping, his ears are hearing, his legs are kicking, his fingers are feeling, he probably even sees the bright of day (although dimly).
I feel like this is God allowing His children to share in His amazing power of creation. I’m full of joy to think of these few men I’ve helped create. I can’t imagine how much joy He had in creating the whole world!
I’ve also got a Yahtzee at the Mission. Five young men from various universities are spending their summer with us, and with me in particular.