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Made to worship

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Sep 24, 2023
  • 2 min read

Jesus could’ve entered the world in any way he wanted.

He could’ve simply stepped on the scene as an adult, when his time was come to begin ministry.

But instead, he started in the womb.

He started as a tiny little baby, who grew under Mary’s heart for 9 months.

His presence, even in the womb, caused John the Baptist to rejoice in the womb!

That’s such a sweet reminder that Jesus cares about the tiniest little one, growing under your heart. John rejoiced, even while in the womb, because he recognized the presence of Jesus.

He worshipped in the womb.

Because life doesn’t suddenly hold more value outside the womb.

Even in the womb, John’s worship was meaningful, it had purpose.

And your baby’s life is no different.

Even if carried only for a moment, their life served a purpose, and they worship in a way no Angel ever could.

Jesus allowed the first person to ever worship at the joy of his presence, to be a baby in the womb.

The womb was made for worship.

The babies you have been given were made to worship. The babies who you never got to meet were made to worship.

Even if your womb is empty, and it grieves you, he sees that. Every time he sent someone through scripture, through the womb, he sent to a woman who needed a miracle.

He cares.

He had a plan from the beginning of time, to come as a baby, to come through the womb.

Because he knew that there would be so many of us to follow who would need the comfort that Jesus cared. He knew that life matters inside the womb and outside.

And he knew that this world would attack children, at every stage, so if he had not been a child at every stage, we might, even as Christians, cheapen the value of children.

Every baby, was made to worship.

Even if you never got to hear their voice, they were still made to worship.

Because their life matters, and is precious, no matter how long!

 
 
 

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