on an O M G kind of day!

6d28585f77818900Today I read an article that literally made me have to vomit. The five children, ages one through eight, who were missing in South Carolina were killed by their own daddy. His excuse was that he thought they were going to kill him, chop him up and feed him to their dog. OH MY GOD! I can see it all now, an angry one-year-old with a gun chasing down his dad to kill him, then maybe the eight year old was going to chop him up and then they were all going to feed him to the dog! He had buried them all in separate garbage bags having transported them to Alabama to bury them. It was the luck of a traffic stop that caught him as the policeman saw a lot of blood and saw notes on “how to kill and mutilate a body” in his car.

I thought of the miracle of creation we were able to witness this past Spring as four small babies came from the insides of one tiny creature that didn’t look “full growed” herself. What a good mother she was, reaching out to pull them close, bathing them constantly and patiently letting them pull at her body for their own milk. Funny that no one had to teach her what to do isn’t it? It was God-given in her to be nurturing of her babies.

I thought of all the human babies who have been abandoned by the mothers who have left them perchance to be found by a stranger who might take them in, or the mothers that willingly let their womb be opened and the small beginnings that are curiously formed,

*Psalm 139:15, sucked out by a vacuum or scraped out by a doctor.

Creation is beautiful, it is a miracle and whether the baby was implanted in the mother’s womb by choice or accident of passion it is still a small human with a soul and a spirit.

As I stood at my kitchen sink this morning before daylight waiting for the coffee to finish dripping, it was beginning to get just light enough to see the beautiful trees right outside of my window that stand there as if someone planted them right in that spot for me to enjoy as I stand there. It brought to mind the article that I have published more than once about the beautiful flowers that come from the brown sticks called gardenia bushes and took a moment to notice the white and purple blossoms on the Rose of Sharon bushes that have volunteered all along my property line and thanked God for giving them to me, not delivered in a box by a florist but planted, fed and watered without my having to do a thing except enjoy them. Some of the larger trees are actually in my neighbor’s yard but since there are no windows on the backside of their house they can’t enjoy the view but I was standing here and taking the beauty into my soul as if they belonged to me and the truth is that they do belong to me to enjoy because they are God’s creation and my eyes have access to them!

I pass my musings on creation whether it is the miracle of the birth of four kittens, a human baby or flowers from a stick on to you, think of them as you will and know it is all from “for God so loved the world…”

Psalm 139:13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; 
 you formed me in my mother’s womb. 
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! 
    Body and soul, I am marvelously made! 
    I worship in adoration—what a creation! 
You know me inside and out, 
 you know every bone in my body; 
You know exactly how I was made, bit-by-bit, 
 how I was sculpted from nothing into something. 
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; 
 all the stages of my life were spread out before you, 
The days of my life all prepared
 before I’d even lived one day.

And I know God received the souls of those five dear children into His arms for safe keeping for eternity, may God have mercy on their daddy’s soul.

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