Watching the potter at work

Do you know how very fragile life is?  The miracle of how a human body forms, takes its firt breath, cries and begins the process of being alive is so damn unreal.

I could attend one million births and it will never cease to amaze me how miraculous it all is.

As humans, we just will never be able to fathom how all of the mechanics of birth fall together to allow for a living, breathing human being to come into existence.

Folks, God is so amazing.  When life is spinning out of control, he is there in the shadows, extending his hand, working his miracles and I was so blessed to take part in one yesterday.

To make a very long story short, the baby was in severe distress, had an initial apgar of 4, we had to bag and resuscitate it, and its O2 sats were in the 70’s.  It was a stress filled 1 1/2 hours after the delivery.

When I called this morning to check on the baby, it was on room air, in its mothers arms and was fine.

I cannot go into specifics, but I can say that several factors came into play in the 30 minutes prior to delivery that if they hadn’t, the baby would not have survived.  The hand of God, ladies, the hand of God.  It was so humbling.

I….love….my……job!!!!

You turn things upside down,

as if the potter were thought to be the clay!!

Shall what is formed say to him who formed it,

“He did not make me”?

Can the pot say of the potter,

“He knows nothing”?

Isaiah 29:16

Yet, O Lord, you are the Father.

We are the clay, you are the potter;

we are all the work of your hand.

Isaiah 64:8