What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Thursday, June 12, 2008

A first meeting


I was sprawled atop of my bed yesterday-my legs stretched out before me, my back against the refreshingly cool wall; Corynn cuddled under my arm and Andrew squished in between us as an afterthought. It was after rest time and Corynn had a stack of books she wanted read. My body leaned to the right to compensate for my arm reaching around both little ones and my voice raised up in masculine tones as I read about a puppeteer when all of a sudden....

a scrape came from within. Surely, it couldn't be. It's too early yet! Yet, as if sensing my doubt, a little body determined to get comfortable, brushed the inside of my belly again. This was no 'butterfly fluttering' feeling, it was no odd belly belch. Bunkin's little body, hand or foot painted a two-inch long strip of happiness upon my side, and the color of happiness lingered.

"Hello, my Bunkin. So you ARE in there!" said I, grinning and smiling from the inside out.

Though we share body, temperature, nourishment and sound~ it was like we met for the first time. And all of a sudden, it was incredibly real. You were real. And I realized I get something that no one else in the world can have~ to know your movements, to actually feel your body within my own. What a wonderful feeling.

Thank you, my Bunkin~ for that little stretch. You'll never know how much joy it created in me.

"You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed." ~Psalm 139:16

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