Reflections of an Enraptured Sister

Never before did life seem so beautiful, fresh, and new. From the crisp breath of the wind outside my window to the gentle breath of the babe in my arms, it all seems too wonderful to be true.

It is as though the clock has stopped and life has stood still. I have lost track of the days, how long has it been? A week? A month? A year? Or has it always been this way? I cannot tell.

All I see is light, glorious, all-encompassing light by which everything else fades into an impenetrable haze.

I am surrounded by all things beautiful, the very trees seem to sing forth in joyous celebration. Even the wind seems to be filled with the precious chords of laughter.


Life, what a beautiful word!

^"13For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

15 My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them,

the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!"

Psalm 139:13-17