How is it possible that what I hold in my arms was once a single cell?
Then it multiplied and each cell shares the same code that makes her who she is yet each has different function.
I look at her-her closed eyes, her stubby nose, her mouth sometimes smiling behind the veil of dream-and I think again, can anything else be so perfect?
Yet again God has turned our world upside down. Yet again He uses circumstances to cut to the core of our being.
Make me what You want me to be!
In our lives we wear many hats. Few are as transcendent. Though, perhaps, every moment should be.
Thank You, Lord.
