There I was, sitting at church, waiting for the service to start, rubbing my belly (which now takes up the entirety of my lap), thinking about the little one tucked away inside of me.  I was thinking about when s/he might come out, and what delivery might be like, and what meeting him or her would be like.  This led me to think about how I couldn't wait to give the sweet little babe a name.

And then it hit me like a freight train.  WHOOSH.  Right in my heart.

God has already given this one a name.

He knows if it's a little spitfire of a boy, or a sweet little girl.  He knows the very hairs on it's little head. He knows the way it's precious face looks and the way it will cry.  He knows the very exact moment that it will enter into this world.  And He knows the very reason it was created.  He knows it all.  And He knows it will be exactly what our family needs right now.  Because He created this little one, forming it inside my belly, planning for it to grow our family by one more, for this very time.  

And that was, evidently, what I needed to be reminded of today.  I don't need to worry about when it will come.  Or what we will name it.  Or what it will be.  Because God already knows all these things, and I trust in Him.

It's a beautiful thing, really.  The way God creates people.  You.  Me.  Max.  My sweet L & Z.  We were all created for such a time as this.  For now.  For here.  To bring glory to the One who made us.  It's amazing.  And when I actually stop to comprehend it, my heart is overwhelmed and I can't help but smile.

I cannot wait to meet the little babe inside of me; to see who God has made it to be; to get to know the one He is entrusting to us.  To know it's precious name.