I love Winter. Not the season. I’m talking about my son, Winter Michael Scott. He is my very own winter wonderland, and I can’t get over him.
Is he perfect? No. He gets that from me. But Winter is this genuine, tender, witty, exceptionally talented, observant, teachable, handsome, thoughtful soul. It has been a joy to watch him grow, and learn, and develop as a person—as a man.
I heard someone talking today about the miracle—wonder—of pregnancy. I couldn’t help but remember when I was pregnant.
Do you know how some women carry babies so well, and they look like themselves with a little bump? Well, that wasn’t me. I carried Winter ALL over. Everything about me was pregnant. I craved strawberries, canned vegetables, and jalapenos. Winter would stretch his legs out for hours at a time leaving a sore knots on my side. And he was born in early September (6 days late I might add), so those last couple of months were hot. Hot!
Regardless of all the uncertain, uncomfortable, abnormal things happening to my body, there was a wonder growing in my womb. When Winter was born, there was a wonder growing in my house. I couldn’t be more thankful.
Father, you formed Winter’s inward parts;
you knitted him together in my womb.
I praise you because Winter is fearfully and wonderfully made.
your works are wonders — I know this very well.
Psalm 139:13-14
I can’t help but ask, what wonder has God given you to carry? Maybe it is a child. Maybe it is a dream or idea or a mission. Maybe something else. Whatever the wonder is, I pray you see how detailed the Creator of the Universe is, and how every day of the process, even the uncertain ones, are necessary and worth it.
Jesus, thank you for the wonders you give us to carry. Thank you for knitting them together in our beings. We praise you because ALL your works are wonderful — we know this very well.
Brave Sparrow 