My knees grow weak whenever I think about how closely I came to missing ABBA. How deeply embedded in the world I once was. How many days, years, went by and the thought of Him never even entered my mind. How much of my past was spent in not recognizing Him, let alone welcoming His personal visits in His effort to rescue me. My heart speeds up with a jolt of fear knowing how close I came to missing out on Him all together. The many times I entered into physical situations and living through them shouldn't have happened. The many "could have happened", "should have happened", endings He prevented.
His personal visits. Hindsight really is 20/20.
There has never been such a constant in my life as His.
It took ABBA working through the miracle of growing Adam within my womb to finally recognize Him. How fitting when I look back, His using a new born babe to open not only my eyes, but heart as well, in recognizing Him. A new born babe. Sound familiar?
He is Whom I eagerly await.
My heart, it is bursting with Love from and for Him.