I've been learning about the value of life. Inside most of us, a feeling moves that new life is precious; meant to be protected. But sometimes do we grow apathetic in our perspective of old? What about life that wasn't planned or doesn't have the appearance of perfection? Do we apply value in varying degrees?
Do we forget that it is the old growth that supports the development of the new? Underneath the vibrancy and freshness of a new bud is strength and maturity -- that which has developed under the requirement of time. And how about new life that begins with the knowledge it is fragile or unexpected. Do we continue our reverence of creation?
We had our last appointment with the pediatric cardiologist today. Jane's heart is whole. My heart is full. Her life is in front of her. God is good.
Little Leah is adored. Her body struggles. Her family seeks. God is good.
Great Mother perseveres. She demonstrates faith. Her hope is in Him. God is good.
What joy it is to know we are all on purpose. Each day has been ordained. There is much to this life that I don't understand, but this much I do believe: Somehow, in God's sovereignty, He is good.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.