It is easy to get stuck on thinking Noah is not perfect like the other boys. To know that he won’t achieve the same things the other kids is the hard reality.  Against my own willpower, I dwell on his less than perfect future.

13 For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139

There’s a song on the Hide ‘em in your heart album that quotes these verses, and ” I praise You, I praise You, You knit me together in my mothers womb.”

Kids music is constantly playing in the background in my head, and this song was on repeat in my head today. It wasn’t until bath and bedtime that I started to sing it to my kids, explaining what those words meant, that I heard those words myself.

God made Josiah the same way he made Noah. The care and attention to detail was the same. Those tiny wrinkles above Noah’s left eyebrow when he scowls took the same planning as the shape of Calvin’s pointed ears. So I praise Him, I praise Him, He knit Noah together in his mother’s womb.

Let my mind dwell here!

He is resting on my chest as I write, tiny puffs of air tickling. His fuzzy clean hair tickles my cheek as I nuzzle him. His hand is open on my skin touching as much of me as he can, reaching to me for comfort. Thank you, God!   ” I praise You, I praise You, You knit me together in my mothers womb.”  My heart fills as I praise God for His PERFECT little masterpiece.