When a child is born it should cause us to stop and marvel at the works of the hand of God. To take egg and sperm, previously invisible to the human eye, and combine them in such a way as to produce a living, breathing human being. Every time I am able to witness a birth, it just takes my breath away. Every. Single. Time.
It reminds me why I am pro-life and why I believe in the living and powerful God of the Bible. I read Psalm 139 with new appreciation of the “knitting together in our mother’s womb” that had to be accomplished on my behalf, on your behalf!
There is no other way to get onto this planet, save for this process. Even if it is in a test tube or Petri dish, SOMEONE is knitting all those parts together. We are fearfully and wonderfully made, and I am overwhelmed by this truth.
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. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you.