Some thoughts on the birth of my new grandson and his family. How precious a new little one is, and my grandson all swaddled in his little newborn blanket, is the epitome of precious. Babies always make me think of Psalm 139. This portion from the Message speaks of my heart when I look at my daughter and son-in-law as they hold their new little one.
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.
I'm going to start a portrait of my daughter, Katie. Portraits are hard, but important art to at least try. I am going to try to use browns instead of blacks. Here are the first lines. I like the browns.
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