When a womb is made to open

I lay in amazement
As I hear two hearts beating in my body at the same time.
One familiar to me, oh so very steady.
One going fast with the urgency of growth. Sounding strong like one hundred galloping horses running wild and free. Or maybe it's similar to the sound of a whistling train speeding with force and purpose wanting to meet a deadline.
My reflection shows the unbashful evidence of a womb filled with new life.
A frame ballooning with transforming growth.
Often startled by the kick of a stretching leg or perhaps it's the movement of a waving arm.
I know that he hears me when I sing to him and that the comforting movements of my rhythmic breathing rock him back to sleep during the long hours of the day.
The journey of producing a son reminds me daily that I serve a masterful creator God who keeps his promises.
Oh what a beautiful and majestic God I serve, that would allow for someone like me to be able to enjoy something as remarkable as this.
I will be forever grateful that one day God looked down upon me and had mercy over my dormant womb and chose to let it produce life.
That one day he saw me as ready to nest someone made to his image and have that someone one day call me mom.
Glory be to God for he is good and his mercies endure forever.
Thank you for my Christmas gift :)

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