This morning I awoke and hugged my wife.
There is something different about hugging her at the moment… she is 4 months pregnant, so there is a bump starting to show!
As I hugged her I thought of our baby.
I started to pray.
I prayed that our baby would be safe.
I prayed that our baby would be wise, and wouldn’t make the same mistakes I made.
That if I have a son, he would be a great man, who loves God.
If I have a daughter, that she would be treated as a princess and know the true lover of her soul.
I pray for my baby everyday.
Not yet born, but being formed.
I pray because I believe.
I think I also pray because I know i can’t do as good a job fathering as my Heavenly Father could.
I can’t see my baby yet, but He can.
He is knitting our little one together in my wife’s womb.
I won’t be able to watch over my child all the time, but He can.
He knows the numbers of hairs on the child’s head, and has plans to prosper our kids future.
I dedicate our child to the one who is most dedicated to our little one.