The Miracle of Life

I cannot remember a time in my life that I have not valued life whether it be fish, fowl, or human. It even grieves me to see a bug killed. I would much rather capture it and put it back outside. That is, someone else would capture it! I can't bait a fishing hook because I know I'm sending a worm or shiner to its death. I know, I'm weird.

Recently, I had the amazing privilege to see one of my grandchildren brought into the world. Words cannot describe the amazement and joy I felt at that moment. Although my own experiences with birth have been a miracle, this was different in that I did not have to work at it! I am grateful to my precious daughter-in-love for allowing me this awesome privilege.

Then there is that feeling a woman gets when the first movements of life flutter inside her body and with ultrasound imagery, unimaginable not so long ago, we are rewarded with a breathtaking view of life inside the womb.

When we moved into our new home back in late April, we found an empty bird's nest on the sill outside one of our bedroom windows. Thinking it was an old nest, Hero knocked it off onto the ground. To my amazement, just a few days later there was another nest perched on the same sill! I would allow no one to touch it. I have kept our shade drawn so Mr. and Mrs. Robin could work on their own birth process in privacy but I could not help taking a peek every few days. Soon there were four lovely blue eggs nestled in the nest. Then there were scrawny hatchlings. Each time I peeked, the babies got bigger and more feathery and this morning four cute plump babies were all squashed together into the tiny nest.

The miracle of life is awesome, breathtaking, amazing!

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:

marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

Psalm 139:14