In the Secret Place

Reading on in Psalm 139 about God seeing everything, I read the verses about God creating my inmost being and knitting me together in my mother's womb. My frame was not hidden from Him when I was made in the secret place and  all my days ordained for me were written in His book before any of them came to be. How amazing is that? 

I think it was these verses that led me to write down the following thoughts just prior to the birth of one of our grandchildren and I will share them here again as we wait for the call.

Life held unseen in the Creator’s hands,

Suspended, waiting in the dark of the secret place.

Sight untested, aware of a rhythmic pulse,

The murmur of voices obscure, a fleeting caress.

We do not yet know the shape of your nose,

The color of your eyes, the size of your toes,

Whether your hair lies fine or maybe it has a curl -

Not even whether you are a boy or a girl.

But, this we know, our hearts hold you dear.

When your lungs inhale sweet breaths of air

Your cry will ring music to our ear -

New life, another miracle delivered to our care.