Inner Space

I sat in the dark hours of morning… a coughing hungry baby in my lap.  I love this girl… all these many babies of mine, so much… yet

He goes past that?

 Bleary I ask You…

“How do You love us so much? How can You look down and see all of…. this and love it so much?  How do You love us like You do?”

and then….

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I could feel the  perfectly delicious weight of her in my arms

I felt  tiny grateful lungs exchanging oxygen to carbon dioxide

I felt the pulse of blood and cells fighting off intruders

I heard brain synapses connecting.

I could feel the breeze of her inhaling and taking in memories and every part of her responding

I could feel the vibration of a warm belly embracing a three am feeding designed specifically just for her.

a system so perfect that smelling her changes my milk to fit her hour by hour needs…

bonds being built , not by words, but by smell, touch , glimpses and taste…and from that…

I could feel the rustle of nails growing… bones stretching.. blood building… organs being nourished

responses from responses..

a deep kettle drum keeping time since before there was time

all while her lashes lay intertwined on her cheeks… she was not making any of this happen

An internal orchestra of gratefulness was emanating from her and He could hear it… He let me hear it… He let me experience it.

Louder and more beautiful than anything I had ever heard.

He is hearing all of this, all the time…

Things going off at all the right times..

The intensity of sound and reverberation…

art created by sound… music? No, way past that.

We are the art of the Creator of the Universe and He loves us deeply

wonderfully made

deeper still

past what we know

He loves us past what we see

what we hear

He loves us past deep..