"I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. " Psalm 40:1-3a
As I write this, Wyatt lies next to me in his bouncer. He kicks his feet and waves his arms. He sings his own song - full of coos and ahhs. he doesn't yet know the God to which his praises rise. He doesn't yet know the God who formed the tiny fingers that Wyatt has just discovered. He doesn't know how close he came to loosing his perfect little mind and body nor the God who lifted him free of my womb, and free from danger.
But he will. I will tell him the story of his beginning. A story of a placenta gone bad - full of danger and drama. But with such a happy ending. That happy ending is just the beginning of his life. What he does with his life, what God has planned for his life, well now that is a story that I will have to wait for Wyatt to write.
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