I have been praying for a baby. I have old-dog-induced insomnia. She wakes me up at 4 am and then I pray.

Think and pray

Acknowledge the tug-of-war between what is seen (“it will take a miracle”)

And what is unseen

Jesus knows the names and social security numbers for all the tardigrades that have ever lived

He counts the stars as he speaks them into being

He magnifies both faith and prayer

I think about the newborn child

(miraculous already)

While Jesus tells one of his math parables—

Matthew 18:11-14 KJV
[11] For the Son of man is come to save that which was lost. [12] How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray? [13] And if so be that he find it, verily I say unto you, he rejoiceth more of that sheep, than of the ninety and nine which went not astray. [14] Even so it is not the will of your Father which is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.

The number of stars in the universe denies our ability to comprehend

He loves that baby

And leaves sextillion stars behind to turn

“Danger” into “Garden”

For one baby

For all of them.