What Lives Inside

The other day, I rediscovered a poem I wrote a little less than twelve years ago, early in my pregnancy with Cade:

                            Within

Even when the pregnancy test was positive,

It was hard for me to believe I was harboring you

I remember the time, as a child, when I allowed

Jesus within, somehow accepting His invisibility

I am told faith without sight is a good thing, but I

Find it easier, now, to wait for you than Jesus, as

I have seen and heard your busy heartbeat, but

Jesus is as inconspicuous as ever, and I am

Thankful for the sensory manners in which

Your inhabitation has been revealed; still, if

You bump Jesus in there, give Him my love

So, yeah, I just want to say: I don't find Jesus inconspicuous, anymore.  These days, I know He's in there.  And I am really very happy about (and grateful for) that.