Sweet child of mind, that I have yet to meet—God has woven such a mysterious reality in my womb!
I have not yet held you, and yet I hold you every moment!
I have not yet met you, and yet I know you intimately.
I have not yet touched you, and yet we haven’t stopped touching since the day you were conceived.
I have not yet carried you and yet I’ve carried you everywhere you’ve ever been!
I have not yet seen you and yet I constantly see your little hands and feet making your presence known.
As I carry you, the sweet reality of your dependence on me–the fact that no one else on earth can protect you right now, can be your home, can bring you out of this cocoon into the light to live–that realization overwhelms me and I can’t find the words to thank my Heavenly Father for this privilege He has allowed me one more time….