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My lips press against ten slender fingers and ten perfect toes, one by one. My thumb grazes across one forehead and pinches two cheeks. My hands powder one bottom. We flutter eyelashes, rub noses, and blow kisses.
I scrutinize your miraculous form: memorizing your smiles, learning your sounds, and reading your gestures. I live to know you more.
I discern your happy and sad babbles. I recognize your hunger, exhaustion, and overstimulation. I anticipate your rising and know when you need rest. I soothe your sorrows, give endless hugs, and—when the time comes—I respect your space.
I know you well, but there is One who knows you better. He doesn’t merely study or admire your form—He designed it, even counting each strand of hair as He placed it.
You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely.
PSALM 139:1-4 NIV
And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
MATTHEW 10:30 NIV
