Do you wonder if the baby has any sense of itself growing? Do you suppose it notices that it can move its joints, that its finger are no longer webbed, that hair follicles are forming? I suppose the kid won't be keeping much of a journal while it is in utero, but I have so many questions...
Just think--in 28 weeks, it will transition from a place of safety and total isolation into a loud, bright, and strangely terrifying world. It may not be nearly as thrilled about this as I am. It is a lime this week, but later it will emerge, the size of a watermelon, completely dependent on the love of people it doesn't know to care for its every need and desire.
What an act of faith! I think I would come out kicking and screaming as well. From total serenity it emerges into our world, and we, for strange reasons, expect it to act like us, to keep our schedules, to fit in perfectly. It has literally exchanged one world for another, not of its own volition, and we get upset when it cries. We know it is best for the child's future growth and prosperity, but all that child knows is that the total peace it once knew has been exchanged for a loud, demanding world. No wonder it cries...
Do you suppose we do the same in heaven? Do you suppose we, having exchanged one world for another, cry constantly in our uncertain surroundings? God knows what is best for us, but that doesn't mean we always accept God's plans for our lives.
I suppose this may all be a little deep for an infant the size of a lime, but you know what they say...
Put the lime in the coconut, you drink 'em both together
Put the lime in the coconut, then you feel better
Put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both down
Put the lime in the coconut, and call me in the morning
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