life

Life.

Our physical life begins because God breaths breath into our nostrils. He chooses to give us life. He chooses each breath from here on out.

I was reminded of just how precious the gift of life is this morning as our church reflected on the sanctity of life. As I sit and type, there is a little boy in my womb bustling around. He is currently being stitched to perfection in every last detail of his physical self as the Lord allows him to stay safe inside for just a little while longer. Every eyelash, every beat of his heart, every hair on his head, his joints, his muscles, every inch of his tiny body is being delicately designed by his Creator.

I had the opportunity to hear David and Steph tell Tyson's sweet story of life in which he too was created intimately and perfectly in his mother's womb. She chose life for him. And today he is part of our family because of his mother's decision. She wanted something better, something more that she couldn't provide for him and God is graciously allowing David and Stephanie to raise this life that very well could have been terminated considering worldly circumstances. God breathed life into Tyson. 

Reminders of life brought me to tears all morning as I could feel another life inside of me growing and kicking and moving. I imagined in a few short months holding this life that I have been able to feel growing for quite some time. To stroke what will probably be another head full of hair. To nurture and inspect every inch of his tiny, created so perfectly human body. And to know that beneath his flesh lies a soul in wait for true life. Life abundant and free apart from this world. One that he cannot understand now. One I cannot even accurately explain. But one that I pray from the depths of my soul that God will call him into one day.

Our spiritual life begins as He breathes the breath of life into hearts through Jesus. We have access to the God who created us through Jesus when we decide to trust Him instead of ourselves. When we die to everything “us,” we are essentially brought to life. To hope.  To an eternity with Someone we could never explain.  He alone is Life. In Him there is restoration. In Him there is healing. In Him is life. He is Life.  Jesus is His name. Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that He is Lord. 

These reminders of life also brought my heart to such a familiar place. To a place that I, yet again, was broken for my two boys that I currently spend every moment of every day with.  The gift of life that is breathed into them I take for granted. I loose perspective. These two souls in wait for a Savior that I guide and shape and mold every day with every word spoken, every action, every embrace. They are in waiting for true life to enter their hearts. They are in waiting for restoration to a God who loves them way more than I ever could.

I spent time this morning praising the Lord for their hearts, for the hearts of my children that are separated from Him. And cried out for strength to trust Him to make me the picture of who He is in every moment. To trust that their eternity is in His hands.  To trust that He loves me and desires to guide me in being a mother.

Life. He offers us a full one with every breath He gives us. It is God ordained and it is a gift.