My husband and I look alike. Much more than we do with our own flesh and blood sibs. There's really no denying the similarities with our fair skin, brown hair, green eye and slender frame features. So last year when we got pregnant, I thought I knew exactly what our wee little one would look like. I was so confident that our baby boy would come out rockin' greenish hazel eyes and a large, mostly bald [yet.if.you.squint.you'll.notice.a.strand.of.brown.hair] head. I got the large and mostly bald head right on, but the green eyes and the brown locks? I don't think so.
This got me thinking ... Isn't it interesting how, so often, in life's little and big moments, we think we're in control? That we get to call the shots & paint the picture? I believe we find comfort in life's predictability, yet as I've been reminded time and time again in motherhood, life is truly unpredictable.
I was so confident, and so wrong, in imagining what our son would look like. Today, as I glance at Parker's itty bitty blond mohawk and always-alert and adorable blue eyes, I find myself so very thankful that God is the Creator of our lives. He's the one painting the canvas & authoring the story. Thank goodness for this truth. Because He's a whole lot more creative than I. And He makes prettier babies, too.
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