I had the blessing of being in the delivery room for a birth last week, and I have yet to find the words to describe it. Beautiful? Amazing? Stunning? All adjectives seem to fall short of the beauty that is birth, but I keep finding myself ending at the word “awe.”
I was in awe immediately after the birth.
I was in awe when the baby girl took her first breath.
I was in awe when she swallowed her first sip of milk.
I am in awe of watching her grow.
Today I am still in awe of this miracle of life.
Who is this God who so perfectly knitted together this little girl, His own precious daughter?
I stand amazed at the fact that this little life grew inside her mother’s womb for 40 weeks and just like that she is here in this world, still reliant on her mother to nourish her, protect her, and love her.
I stand amazed that she instantly knew how to breathe and eat.
I stand amazed that a pregnancy is 40 weeks long. Forty is a number that appears in the Bible numerous times and seems to represent a time of testing and trial. (Side note: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/christiancrier/2014/10/03/what-does-the-number-forty-40-mean-or-represent-in-the-bible/)
I personally have never experienced pregnancy, labor and delivery, but from my time spent working in a maternity home and having now seen labor and delivery, I can see how pregnancy is definitely a time of testing and trial. Patience is tested. A woman’s physical body is being tested. Emotions are tested. Pregnancy paints a picture of testing and trial, and the end brings deliverance. Isn’t that how it is with God? We go through so many trials that bring us to our knees, leaning closer in to our Father, and He delivers us.
I am in complete awe of our Creator, who designed each of us in His own image.
It’s true that watching a new life come into this world changes you. I am honored that baby girl’s momma invited me in to this time of raw emotion and vulnerability. I am blessed to have had this experience. And like I said, I still do not have words worthy enough to describe birth, but goodness did I ever fall more in love with our Creator, our Lord and Savior.
So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.