Fearfully and Wonderfully Drawn
I took Henry and Maggie to the pediatrician for their one-month appointment. Maggie wore pink pajamas and Henry wore blue pajamas. Yes, they wore their pajamas to the doctor; changing clothes wasn’t a priority. I don’t remember if I even changed my own.
The doctor looked at their charts. “Twins,” he said. “A boy and a girl.”
“Are they identical?”
“Um…boys and girls have different parts,” I said.
He laughed. “Of course. Stupid question.”
It was, but that wasn’t the only time people asked.
Henry and Maggie, and later Lucy, were all unique, not one of them identical in parts or personality.
Their individuality never ceases to amaze me. Not only do they have different parts, but they have different souls. Different interests, different strengths, different gifts, and different ways of approaching and experiencing God. And what blows me away is that God has different ways of…