The Lord knit me together in my mother’s womb. His eyes saw my unformed body. He created my inmost being. (Psalm 139) My beginnings were in God’s hands, my very conception His “knit one, purl two” and there is no end to His knitting the fabric of my being. I am never tossed aside into a basket or cut short to unravel. Psalm 139 aligns me with this truth. I am not incidental or irrelevant. I am dearly loved, majestically designed and eternally held.
From the day I learned I was expecting each baby, I couldn’t help but sing my joy to anyone who would listen. My delight was in dreaming and planning for this baby, my child. I gazed long at impossibly tiny garments, pored over pages about breastfeeding and “natural mothering”and acquired all the necessary substances and gear peculiar to the adorable and intoxicating condition of babyhood. My euphoria was dizzying and it distracted me from the work God was doing in me and in the child within my womb. If I could do it all again, I would forego the mega-baby-stores and how-to manuals to sweetly meditate on Him.
The Bible says God created me in my mother’s womb and where God is working there are no accidents.
Your eyes saw my unformed body, all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:16
Meeting God at the Park 