Today Judah is 21 months old, and for the past 2 weeks he’s been practicing this art of walking. So even though this planet spins and tilts and we really have no idea how to really balance our lives on something so round, this baby of mine is slowly turning into a boy who is willing to risk a steeper fall by pulling himself upright and walking among the inept. And Isaiah wrote it plainly, “All who claim me as their God will come, for I have made them for my glory. It was I who created them. ” (Isaiah 43:7) I know this is no joke. This baby never should have been able to exist in the first place let alone survive. And so I claim Him who forms impossibilities into miracles and giggle at the toddler now throwing food from the pantry into my washing machine and sliding magnets under the fridge.