This post is for my Mutti, for Mother’s Day. In the following psalm, David is writing in awe of God’s handiwork, likening Him to a fiber artist in today’s terms. By extension, it also honors mothers.
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. 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.” Psalm 139:13-15
I’d also like to link to this song by Kim Hill in honor of my mom, a grandma now several times over, who has maintained her fear – or reverence – for the Lord. It is based on Proverbs 31:30: “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.”
[After reading more on copyright involving YouTube material, I am temporarily removing the link to the song as mentioned above until I have more information.]