On Monday we went to the hospital. We got to see the ultrasound of the baby. It's incredible to see that developing life on the screen. At 18 weeks, I could watch it move around. It's incredible to think that someday it, God willing, will be an adult with a family of its own, too.
Then I think that I'm not ready to bring a new life into this world. I've got a lot of things to work out in my own life. But is anyone ever truly ready? We're never finished until God brings us to completion.
I guess that's part of the point of miracles--we're never ready for them. They're meant to be another catalyst in helping us grow.