December will be a busy month in the Hunt household.
Not only will there be the inevitable Christmas festivities, but Emily and I are eagerly expecting our first child on December 4th. Our young son is 30 weeks old tomorrow. I have found that you don’t fully contemplate the miracle of human life until you have your first child. It all starts with one microscopic cell that divides and divides again and again until they have multiplied into millions upon millions of cells. Little hands and feet develop. A little heart begins to beat. Eyes open. The thousands of miles of blood vessels begin to stretch out.
As I I think about this wonder of creation I find myself praying Psalm 8.
“From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise.” Psalm 8:2
O Lord, may he praise you even now in the womb.
When the angel of the Lord appeared to Zechariah and told him of the birth of John the Baptist, he said that “he will be filled with the Holy Spirit, even from his mother’s womb.” The Spirit of God can dwell within a baby even in the womb. I pray this every day over my son, that he would filled with the Spirit even now.
As I watch and learn about the formation of our little baby, I find that I begin to understand what King David meant when he said that we were fearfully and wonderfully made. Every day, every breath of my young son’s life is already written in His book. (Psalm 139)
Take a moment out of your day and consider the miracle of creation. If God took such painstaking and wonderful care of you as he formed you in the womb, then surely he will guard over and keep your life now. Trust that he knows every step you will ever take and that he won’t let your foot slip. Worship the Creator. For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. Amen.
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.
Psalm 139:13-16
