Perfect

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb."Psalm 139:13

I did not believe. But, it is as "they" say it is... he is perfect. The eyes, ears and nose - they are all perfect. Every hair on his head is in just the right place. Watching his lips puts me into a trance and his adorable chin makes me giggle.

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." Psalm 139:14

His fingers hold mine so tightly and his toes are an exact mirror of my own. I realize he is only days old, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he smiles and it makes my heart leap with joy.

"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." Psalm 139:15

His eyes are a window for me to stare through for hours. His voice is a constant song that inspires me to sing. His sleeping face brings me to a place of utmost peace and calm. His alert times remind me how new and precious each moment of life on earth can be and when his tiny hand touches my skin I realize I have never felt a touch so precious.

"All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."
Psalm 139:16

I am overwhelmed with a feeling called love... a kind of love I am certain I have never known before. I cover him with kisses in hopes that he knows the love that surrounds and protects him. A love that will only grow stronger as each second, minute, hour and day comes to be.

"How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them." Psalm 139:17

I believe now! Becoming a mother has allowed me a peek-a-boo glimpse into God's soul. And I make a vow as a daughter, wife, mother, woman and child of God, to never look in the mirror again and see ugly, fat, unsuccessful, poor or weak because I am now certain...certain that when God looks at me and at you, at his creation, He only sees wonderful. He only sees beauty. He only sees precious. He only sees...perfect.

* this was written in the wee hours of the morning a few days after his arrival. It was used for Radiant Church Mother's Day enotes.