To Gabriel

 Flawless - He is fashioning all the delicate, inner parts of your body, knitting you together with complexities and engineering that the brightest human mind could never fathom or explain with an equation.

Marvelous - It must be to be you, tightly bound in the dark, warm womb. Never alone. The heartbeat and voice of your mother, muffled greetings from your father, and the laughter of your sister accompany the nearer presence of your creator.

He has already seen your shape and form. He knows whether you’ve inherited my nose or your mother’s eyes. Having laid out the days of your life in His book, He knows what sort of man you’ll become - my guess is that you’ve already made Him proud.

This is something that He and I have in common - both your creator and I have thoughts about you that are too precious to be contained with mere language. We have both loved you since you were nothing more than an idea. I have already held you a thousand times in my thoughts

I don’t need to know anything about your appearance, your abilities, or your nature. Whatever the source of your future guilt or glory, your future doing is completely shadowed by your simple being. It is enough to know that you are my son.

The preparations are just about finished. Your room is almost ready, your grandmothers have already bought plane tickets, and your mom, dad, and sister can hardly wait to meet you.

Ps 139:13-18