To be a mother - any mother - I'm not sure how you cannot learn and experience more about God than ever. In raising our children we learn more about Him, in the gift that comes with receiving that child we learn more about Him, and if we have the opportunity to carry that child before it is born, we learn even more about Him.
The entire time I was pregnant with Bryton God kept showing me and uttering within me this chapter in Psalms. For a set of scriptures that I had always applied to myself, now I could not apply it to anyone except that unborn baby I carried. I know it is not 'theologically' correct, but I'd venture to say that not only childbirth, but pregnancy too, is a miracle.
Now, every time I feel these little flutters of Macklin / Ansley (yet to be known), I'm reminded that God already knows every day of this child's life... He has already counted every hair on his / her head, He knows his / her gifts and talents, He knows his / her weaknesses, He intimately knows this baby now, and forever, more than anyone else ever could, including the momma that is carrying him / her right now, and you know, I'm thankful for that.
So as I write this, Psalm 139:13-18 says that God is knitting together our little miracle in my womb... creating a masterpiece... this child is wonderfully made.
It's my pleasure now to share with you the whispers God shares with me through the 'flutters' everyday:
Psalm 139: 1-18
O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
7 I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave,[a] you are there.
9 If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night—
12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me,[b] O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!