Wordsworth on Birth

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The soul that rises with us, our life's star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come,

From God who is our home."

William Wordsworth

I think this is such a beautiful description of an eternal soul. Contrary to popular psychology, we don't come into this world a 'blank slate'. Ask any mother who's ever carried a child for nine long months, and she'll tell you that each one has an individual personality apparent from the very beginning. Girls are different from boys. Siblings are different from each other. We're all uniquely made by a Creator. We should spend time each day marveling on that fact.

"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well." Psalm 139:14