Every time I want to post the photos of Angy (my two-year-old daughter) and declare myself the best mother in the world with the most beautiful and awesome daughter, I am reminded of Psalm 139:13-16 and keep my cool, for I know she is not mine.
“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.”
The journey to motherhood was always scary and out of this world for me. I could never comprehend the possibility of carrying life inside me. In my womb. I was always scared of the talk. I remember the many times I could walk out on my peers when pregnancy and delivery topics cropped up in our conversations. But I loved the idea of being a mother, as much as I hated and was scared of the journey into it. [Read more…]