A mother was singing a lullaby to her three-year-old and he told her he hated it. “That’s a shame,” she said, “I used to sing it to you before you were born- when you were still in my tummy.”
“I hated it then too,” he replied.
I don’t know how much we know in the womb. My memory doesn’t go that far back. However, I do know Someone who knows us intimately in the womb.
Psalm 139:14-15
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
We don’t surprise Him at all. He knew all about us when we were kicking around in that confining space.
Give it some thought.
Gary