The Unseen Hand

I am slightly in between two worlds-anxious & amazed.

Anxious!

It's getting very hard to sleep at night. To the right, to the left, with pillows, with legs up, I have to do a sleep rehearsal to find one.

I can feel her cozy feet somewhere hanging over my belle button. She's very active, giving me kicks when I deserve it. A little say, "please sit me comfortably", "I am enjoying this rhythm", "I can't wait to be out to wee and give you dirty nappies". 

I can see she's swallowing more; she's gaining more weight, I am getting a swollen face. My pelvic floor is telling me, I've got a staying visitor. I've got to move legs apart.

I tell friends to call me a moving train. It's hard to move about, slightly picking my steps with one leg apart. I spend my days in drama. 

Oh my! I am very anxious to be a mum. When I lay on my bed, I dream all kinds of dreams. Who would she resemble? How would she look like? I am so anxious about birth. What would it look like? Would I scream like a angry bird or sing like a parrot? Would it be easy or hard as they say it is? It's a world all new to me.

I am amazed at the work His hands!

How did this little thing that I once could not feel, grow up so much that I am like a growing pot of soup. 

No wonder King David wrote, "For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother's womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you."

Truly, I am amazed. "Your eyes have seen my unformed substance". My eyes can behold "The Unseen Hand" that formed the inward parts of my unborn child. "Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well."