We arrived at church one Sunday morning with our 8 little girls, most likely running late. We parked our big van and hopped out. I was in a hurry, but naturally the girls were not. They were lolly-gaggin’ down the sidewalk, when one of them started singing a song we played often, and the others joined in,
“You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise You. I praise You.
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.”
Suddenly, I wasn’t in a hurry anymore. I slowed down my “where’s-the-fire?” gait, and looked at their sweet faces with a smile and a lump in my throat. What a sweet sound.
The story gets even more precious!
One of the girls started singing it again, so happy with her new lyrics,
“You knit me together in my mother’s heart!
You knit me together in my mother’s heart!
I praise You! I praise You!
You knit me together in my mother’s heart!”
That lump in my throat got even bigger.
For You formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works;
my soul knows it very well. ~Psalm 139:13-14
Simply growing in grace,
II Corinthians 9:8
Melissa
You Knit Me Together in my Mother’s Womb
