The Day I Held a Baby in My Hands

Today I held new life in my hands. Two of my close friends had a baby a couple of weeks ago and I got to hold her and feed her today for the first time.

daniella 2While it may seem to some like a very normal thing, I couldn’t help but feel awestruck by the fact that I was holding in my hands the fruit of a mystery of a man and a woman becoming one flesh.

I wasn’t just holding a baby.  I was holding life that got created inside a woman’s womb and grew for nine months to become now what was in my hands, a living proof of marriage.

I know what I’m about to say isn’t rocket science and it certainly isn’t something I had just discovered, but it is nevertheless something that we have come to overlook and undermine over the years of our societal evolution.

Are you ready for this?

Every baby that was ever conceived, with no exception whatsoever,  came from a man and a woman coming together. If you are able to read this now, it means that at one point in time, a man and a woman came together – whether out of a conscious decision or not doesn’t matter and whether out of love or not doesn’t matter either – and brought you forth to become today what you are now, a living, complex, beautiful and unique being that is an irrefutable proof of “‘…and the two shall become one flesh’. So they are no longer two but one flesh.” (Mark 10:8).

Pretty darn neat, right?

A baby isn’t just a baby. I was holding in my hands a being that longed for care, attention and love. I was holding in my hands a person who would grow in time to say her first words, make her first steps, get her first teeth, go to school, start reading and writing, lose her milk teeth, learn to ride a bicycle, take up ballet lessons (maybe, who knows?), get her first period, have her first crush, have her first fight with her mom over whether it’s time for her to start shaving her legs, have her first heart-break, graduate from school then college, start working, get married and become one flesh with her husband and bring forth life of their own and stand one day awestruck, as I was today by the marvel I was holding in my hands.

How grateful I am that they didn’t even consider abortion as an option when they heard the unexpected and untimely news nine months ago, because to abort her would have meant to rob her of life. And by life I don’t mean the mere pulse in her veins, I mean everything life comprises, everything I know I am thankful for and everything I wouldn’t want anyone to miss out on.

Video of the day

Song of the day

With Arms Wide Open – Creed

“We stand in awe, we created life”

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Author: Valiant Sheep

I live my life for the one who gave it to me. Musician from the age of 5, I write music with a message of hope and purpose in order to help people get in touch with their life giver. I also compose music for film, a lot of which you can check out on this website.

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