Miracle

As I lay in bed next to him, I could see the silhouette of his hand, opening and closing. His tiny six-month old fingers clasped and then released each other over and over again. And I thought to myself, "What a miracle."

After nine months in a warm cozy womb, he made his grand entrance into the world. Ten tiny toes. Ten tiny fingers. Two amazingly complex eyes. A beating heart. An intricately designed bloodstream. A distinct profile. SO MANY THINGS that are miraculous to me. And as I look at him, I am amazed at God all over again.