The Liminal Space, the threshold, the between, the there but not there yet, the carrying of a child within a woman, where the boundaries bleed into the living: this is a sacred space.
Somewhere between the most intimate of moments between man and woman, somewhere between sweat and light, somewhere between warmth and passion, somewhere between the moments we realize and the moments we are caught up—flesh and spirit mix; they mix again like an echo from the beginning.
Conception. In the dark of the womb; life.
Then, in the long months – where we celebrate growth, and must, at the same time be suspended between beginning and end, which is really only another beginning –
In the waiting there is perceptible change, like fruit edging closer to its ripening, fullness abounds—life rounding life. As every element builds from particles of joy we can’t create on our own, the realization of miracle awakens one cell at a time.
Hints of glory instruct the mother’s heart that if what is happening within her is beyond her comprehension, then how much more will this mixture of flesh and spirit be when it emerges and a new soul is born. We wait for the appointed time with expectation threaded through with trepidation. In the truest moments, we hope for the future and wonder over the joy of all that is out of our control. We wonder, and we wait for the signal from the long night in our womb that the sun is about to rise.
Spirit and flesh have been knit, who can understand this? Yet here we are embracing it with our entire body; giving home to miracle, sharing/mixing our very life source. We cope with the greatness by attending the fragile thoughts of the reality occurring between our bones with strokes of comfort that “this is normal” and how, through the millenniums, women have gone before us.
Sometimes heaven brushes by with the thought that we were once miracle too. Or—are we still? Who can understand this? And who will come near enough to this flame of His Presence to be instructed in the way to go? To know that this is all beyond us, before we have even begun, could feel like a swift defeat—except it’s not. It’s an invitation sealed with gold written in blood on purest white. It is a welcome to the world where all is beyond us but nothing is beyond Him – the Giver of Life.
And the real miracle? He is in us. The apostle Paul said, “How great…are the riches of the glory of this mystery, which is Messiah in (us) you, the hope of glory”. Fearfully and wonderfully made, our souls know it very well. Yet it gets covered over by the day to day worries of this world.
As the deer pants for the water so my soul longs after You.
A woman with child, no matter how long the inhabitation lasts and for every moment of it, has the gift that seems to otherwise often only come through suffering— the gift of reality, truth, rising in our soul. The eternal deep knowing that Adonai placed within man from the beginning seems to lift us higher; we become less encumbered, and how badly we need it.
You hem me in, behind and before,and lay your hand upon me.Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;it is high; I cannot attain it. (Psalm 139:5-6)
It is all at once frightening and compelling, but anymore that seems my most adequate description of all of life: this embryonic experience we’re living is too often flattened in our thoughts, lost.
How precious to me are your thoughts,O God How vast is the sum of them! (Psalm 139:17)
Could it be true that conception could conceive something new in me? The thought could lead us somewhere wonder-filled. I will speak for myself and say there are times I have feared wonder. What if I cannot live up to the greatness?
Search me, O God, and know my heart!Try me and know my thoughts!And see if there is any anxious/ grievous way in me,And lead me in the way everlasting!
And we wait. And we shape. And we forget. And the relieving news is it doesn’t matter whether we understand it all or not, the cells keep multiplying to their appointed day. The miracle is in the seed to accomplish the purposes He sent it for. In His shade we enlarge—body, soul and spirit.
This is the liminal space of the woman with child, where woman transforms into mother, and a new soul comes to dwell. The greatness baffles us. If we could just let our thoughts dwell there a little while, maybe we would hear the call to “be still and know.” The voice over the waters, over us, He is God, King and Creator of all the earth, all the universe. He is also See-er of the sparrows, and you and me.
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Hey! My name is Raynna and I like to go camping with my kids in a tent that is too small for 8 people [Raynna,
husband Jay and their 6 wonderful kids!] and wear them out real good so that they fall asleep in the middle of the day snuggled up to me like this. I can barely handle the preciousness so I write about it and take pictures, pray a lot and laugh when my husband tells me that I like to act like a homeless person when I’m ready to go camping again.