Daughters

Daughters of mine.

These two are so much alike in myriad ways.

This was Halloween and they did not even plan this ahead of time.

Oh, sisters, sisters.

I look at these two girls and for all that appears alike, I know something so different.

It’s an eleven-week-old difference.  There are delicate inner parts being made in one momma’s womb.  It’s the size difference of a fig. But, in the darkness fingers and toes are separating out.  Tiny fingernails, miniature ears, and organs are maturing until birth.  Hair follicles and nail beds are even forming.  It’s called first trimester and baby is moving fluidly and gracefully.

It’s wonderfully complex.

We’ll watch baby bump on the outside for the next 29 weeks, while evidence of God’s workmanship is being formed in utter seclusion on the inside. It’s in the dark of this womb where baby is being woven together.  Every day of this life is already recorded.  Every moment is already laid out.  Precious thoughts are already innumerable. They can’t even be counted.  They outnumber grains of sand.

It is by a God that both precedes and follows us.

So, in the world we live today,

Can all we do and all we say

By the grace of God,

not lead others astray

and just leave us bold enough to pray,

“Search me O God and know my heart.

Test me and know my thoughts.

Point out something in me that offends You.”

May this lead to a life, that leads another life to another life that is everlasting.

Psalm 139