An Arrow Leaving the Quiver

As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them. Psalm 127:4, 5 Often when we see a newborn child we are amazed. We can stare at them for hours as they lie sleeping. We consider with amazement how they existed inside the mother for nine months. Often it is remarked with awe as we watch their little nostrils flair slightly with each breath, that they lived for nine months without breathing any air, but suddenly they...