Some call you an “oops.”
Some call you a surprise.
The baby that wasn’t planned.
I call you the best miracle ever.
When I hold you, I am looking at the goodness of God.
Because if it were up to my timing, my plans, you wouldn’t be here right now.
You weren’t even a thought in my head when you were formed in my womb, yet God thought of you before time began.
He knew every detail of your sweet face. Every hair on your beautiful head.
He saw your whole life laid out in front of you with a purpose uniquely yours.
There is absolutely nothing accidental about you, my sweet baby.
You are no “oops.”
You, my love, are a constant reminder that His ways are better than mine. His plans are better than mine.
And I’m so, so thankful my plans didn’t get in the way.