Life didn’t begin when the crocus burst open to the sunshine early this week, purple pinstriped petals unfolding to reveal delicate saffron orange stamen.
Life didn’t begin when the tiny green points of slender pointed leaves pushed up through the earth, slowly widening, curving into maturity.
Life didn’t even begin this spring when the lengthening of days and the moisture of melting snow and the warming of the soil caused the little white bulb to send hopeful little roots downward and slowly swell with the development of a plant at its heart.
No, life began last fall, when I knelt by the edge of a flower bed, when the holes were dug, and the hopeful bulbs were dropped one by one. Seed and soil met, and life was conceived that chilly October day.Scientists have found that when this occurs in a human womb, a literal spark, imperceptible to the naked eye, occurs. They also say that to dissect the event down to the exact moment in time when two separate entities become one is virtually impossible. The fertile seed is dropped, meets fertile earth, and it is done.
It’s hard to imagine anyone feeling anything but awe that when fertile meets fertile in the depths and safety of a womb, in one split second there is life. That just as that day when the earth went from formless and void to full of light, God speaks and something springs into existence that was not there the instant before.
It’s even harder to imagine feeling anything but wonder that just as then, each time this happens, God beholds what He has made and pronounces it good. That, regardless of messy, complicated or even sinful human circumstance, He always, without fail, in the business of redeeming the human race and loving their souls, one individually orchestrated, precious conception at a time.
It’s especially hard for me to imagine, when I listen to the sound of a tiny heartbeat fill the microphone in my midwife’s office, 158 beats per minute strong, and that little one gives a feisty kick back against the pressure of the instrument. It’s a life beloved by God, spoken into existence sometime in January, that will blossom forth sometime around the time of the next bulb-planting this coming October.
We can’t wait to meet you, Baby #4!“For You formed my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are Your works, and I know this very well.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all my days were written in Your book and ordained for me before one of them came to be.” (Psalm 139:13-16)
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Love the analogy Beth….EXCITING!! :>)
Beautifully written ,Beth.