Monday, March 29, 2010

The mountains tremble

The size of a mustard seed. That's how big my fifth baby is right now—one itty-bitty millimeter. Doesn't seem like much, does it? But, come to think of it, Abraham was once that size. And the Queen of Sheba. And Alexander the Great. And Caesar. And Saint Augustine. And Charlemagne. And Joan of Arc. And Martin Luther. And Rembrandt. And Shakespeare. And J.S. Bach. And Jane Austen. And Winston Churchill. And You.

There was a time when every celebrated character in history was invisible to the naked eye. 

A tiny mustard seed. Not even enough to add some zing to a sandwich. But great and terrifying things are happening under the microscope. The womb is a fearful and wonderful workshop—secret and dark and mysterious—where, out of the formless void, a "let there be..." calls forth something that once was not and now is.

Only a mustard seed. But a mighty tree is in the making, in whose branches the birds of the air will come to build their nests.

Just a mustard seed. But I can feel the mountains tremble. The mountains, after all, know something we do not; they know what moves them.


Bobbinoggin said...

Contratulations! I'm very excited for you!!!!

Carissalayla said...

Hannah I am so excited for your little mustard seed and once again let me remind you how great the name Carissa is!

Matthew N. Petersen said...

"But, come to think of it, Abraham was once that size."

And God Himself.

And congratulations.

Hannah G said...

And God Himself. Absolutely.

Sara said...

my 2ish pound baby inside is kicking for joy for your little mustard seed! :)

Jessica said...

Congratulations Hannah! What a lovely post to announce your little one.

Kjerste said...

So excited for you all! Congratulations!

KeriAnn said...

Congratulations. More blessings!

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