Something about my interactions with this mama just left me feeling how almost reverent it is to be an expecting mama. I kept thinking of the sweet little life all cozy inside his mama. The sparkle and warmth in Ashley’s eyes when she talked about this baby told more than words could say.
The contrast between the baby’s fragility and his Mama’s sweet protecting love, even though he has done nothing yet to merit her love and tenderness, left me thinking of our good Father.
We have never and can never do anything to merit his love and yet, through Jesus, he showers mercies new on us every morning and gifts us grace upon undeserved grace.
