As my hands push the fabric through the machine I think about how this little one will curl up next to this bumper in the night to find comfort; when he's older he will use these bumpers to stand on to try and climb out of the crib and I'm sure I'll find myself washing these bumpers in the middle of a sleepless night from a sick baby.All the things that go along with the stages of a crib will in some part involve the bedding I'm making for him. I know it won't mean all of these things to him and to others it's just bedding but to me I'll remember the days I spent making it for him, dreaming about him and praying over him. As I work my hands piecing together things for his room it focuses my thoughts on how the Lords hand is on this baby in my womb, knitting him together with intricate detail. His creation is marvelous.
" For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb." Psalm 139:13