God of Wonders

 

 

 

Tonight I sat with my husband in our cozy, clean home, with a plate full of amazing cheeses and fruits and a glass of red wine. I was holding my freshly bathed baby in his blue and brown striped snuggly fleece sleeper and he was wide eyed and staring at my face with a look of pure contentment. I started to cry. It wasn't a sob, but that hot, choked up feeling. You know the one...that thick lump in your throat followed by a stream of silent, salty tears. I cried because I felt more full than I ever have. I cried because I am so humbled that my God would trust us with such a precious gift. I cried because he saw fit to give us such a beautiful miracle despite our state of being. I cried in awe and wonder of this gracious God of mine and the answer to thousands of prayers perfectly knit together in my womb and now safely snuggled in my arms.