After almost a year of trying and crying, I sat on the toilet in our one-bedroom apartment, praying with my eyes squeezed shut and my fingers crossed for good measure.
Slowly, I peeked out of one eye at the test strip and gasped.
Pregnant, it read.
I was elated. But, to be sure, I kept taking tests until I ran out of pee -- four in all. Then, I called my husband, Michael, to tell him the news.
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From that moment, I was fascinated. I read books, surfed the Internet for hours at a time, listened with rapt attention to other moms and asked a million questions at every doctor's appointment. I wanted to know about every stage of her development -- when her legs and arms were forming, when her lungs were developed, when her hair and finger nails started to grow.
I was raised in church, and like any preacher’s kid with perfect attendance at Sunday School, I knew the story of The Creation. I'd read about how God took nothing and formed a universe. How he flung the stars into space, set the planets in orbit, spit out the oceans and made a man from clay.
The story had been illustratively etched into my memory from the time I was a toddler.
But it wasn't until I had the Creation taking place inside my very own womb that it really hit home. My reproductive system suddenly amazed me. I mean, it's a miracle that every thing happened when it was supposed to, that the swimmers met the egg and they hit it off, that the egg made it down to the uterus and that the uterus was ready and that – well, you get the point.
God was putting my baby girl together, cell by cell, limb by limb, system by system, week by week. About 101 zillion things could have gone wrong, and any one of them could have been devastating, and for some of my closest friends, things did go wrong.
In my life, I've met many people who didn't believe in God. They didn't believe he alone made the universe, that he breathes the life into every being, that he controls the weather, that he rules the world.
But motherhood only strengthened my faith. Who but God could design a system as dynamic as the reproductive system? Who but God could engineer the formation of these tiny, microscopic beings and prepare them to thrive in the world outside of the womb.
Psalms 139:13-14 says it best: “You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made."
Now a precocious 2-year-old, my daughter never ceases to amaze me. And I’m still fascinated by the handiwork of God.
In my blog, I’ll share more about how motherhood has shaped my faith and how every experience with my daughter has assured me of God’s grace and love. Join me each week … and please share your own stories with me at email@example.com . I look forward to your comments.