I didn’t meet her until yesterday.
I’m not even sure of her name. Julia maybe. Perhaps Kate
Our interaction was somewhat one-sided. I talked. It didn’t look like she was listening at all.
But I know this about her. God has been intimately acquainted with her for quite a while now.
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there were none of them (Ps. 139:13-16)
I watched my fourth grandchild enter the world yesterday at 3:56 PM. Julia/Kate, her dad, and her mom are all doing well. So is her Pop-pop. I thank God for the privilege of watching the days that were formed for her unfold.