Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

When we were little, my mom had us memorize Psalm 139. I know, it sounds like quite a feat for a 5 year old, but what great words to blaze into a young mind. I am forever grateful for my mom reciting with us every morning; while I can't recount the entire scripture by heart today, there are certain verses of the chapter that I can and still do think about, especially since having a child of my own now. It's hard to look at Brayden and not marvel at God's handiwork. The God of the universe, the maker of the Heavens and the Earth, created, sculpted and made our little man for us to be given the blessing, the opportunity, to raise him here on earth. It's so humbling. As my mom recently said, parenting is so much bigger than just us... than just what we do. I guess my perspective is a bit more sappy also because we tried for so long to get pregnant. We thought that getting pregnant was as easy as dropping the pills and having sex (forgive my frankness, but let's be honest, we all know where babies come from!). 10 months later, we were both tired of trying on our own. I think that looking back, I forgot that it wasn't anything that we could do... God is the giver of life. When I finally relinquished that to Him, He (unexpectedly I may add) granted us our prayer. He formed Brayden from this:

To this:

God is so amazing, and I am reminded of that every time I see Brayden. "Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well."