Becoming a mother has been the greatest way I see God. I have always seen the greatness of God in the beauty of nature; the mountains, forests, oceans. The earth is full of things far greater than man could ever make. And the sheer fact that nature can destroy the work of a man's hands in seconds says to me that there is a God who set this earth in motion.
But becoming a mother, now that is the work of God's hands. When my first child was born I was overwhelmed with amazement. That in nine months my body helped create another human being; with eyes that see, ears that hear, the intricate workings of the nervous system connected to the brain, the heart, the muscles. And his body and his mind grow. Only God could cause this to happen.
It becomes even more apparant to me as I get to know them more. Their personalities and intersts have also been placed by God. What caused me to write this post was my oldest son, Luke took the dance floor at my brother's wedding. When music plays that kid can't help but move. The band started playing and he was first to the floor, completely serious with no inhibitions. He did moves I've never seen him do before and had no idea where he got them. As I stood there watching and laughing hysterically, I again was amazed at the child God had created and thankful that he gave me the privelege of having him.
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