...and the Lord God made them all.

The wonder of birth. The amazing progressive journey of a new life forming in the womb. How amazing, how God inspired. How could any one doubt the existence of All Mighty God?!
I have a brand spankin' new grandson. Iestyn was born to Scott and Erin on September 26 at 4:06 p.m. It was a privilege to be there with them through the whole experience; the long months in waiting, and the excitement and wondering how he would look - red hair, black hair, no hair. LOL! When the moment came for him to be born, we weren't wondering anymore, it didn't really matter! He was perfect from the time his little head poked out and he began to cry. We would have accepted him if he would have had blue hair. :)
To stand and watch my son, welcome his son, was a breath-taking moment, literally. I found myself standing there holding my breath and tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. Miracle. I had experienced a modern day miracle.
Somehow, it is different to watch someone else bring forth a child, than it is when you are having your own. I felt the wonder, awe, joy, and thankfulness when my own sons were born, but I guess you are in the "midst" of the production and so much happening so fast that the moment somehow escapes you. I believe this to be true because Erin said there was so much she missed. We were telling her different things that we saw and that happened and she said she wasn't aware of it. So, giving birth and watching a birth is a totally different experience.
I have 4 other beautiful grandchildren, but did not live close enough to be present at their births. I thank God for this wonderful privilege of seeing Iestyn Alexander be born. I needed this newness of life, this freshness, this miracle. God is good. God is great. God is God. I am so thankful, God is my God.