The Blessing of a Baby

Something that makes me very happy is to hold a baby. Yesterday, at our Resurrection Sunday family gathering, I sat and held my tiny baby cousin. He weighs only ten pounds even though he's nearly four months old. Still, he's more than tripled his birth weight. He was born a month early because of some unknown medical condition that caused him to stop growing about two months before he was born. The chances of him living had been low, but there I sat, holding him in my arms. His tiny, detailed fingers were curled around mine, and he smiled while kicking his feet. So tiny, yet so perfect in every way. Every time I hold a baby, I remember one of my sister's favorite bible verses: "I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well." Psalms 139:14