I saw a brilliant meme the other day… it went something like this: “Waiting for labor is like picking someone up at the airport but not knowing who you’re picking up and when they arrive.”
I laughed so hard I almost cried. Mostly out of the painful realization that this is SO true.
What an odd experience these last few weeks of pregnancy are. Like an epic battle of wills, I find myself constantly in the void between being mentally and physically prepared for the arrival of a little human and protecting the wall I’ve built to keep my heart safe from the upset of having to wait longer than I want to. Truly the oddest place I’ve ever encountered.
In this space though I can’t help but to think about the fact that just a year ago we didn’t even know that God would fulfill His promise of a child for us. A child my heart so deeply and painfully cried out for. It’s amazing how short-sighted our patience is when we forget our past – and that longing we once experienced.
“… my eyes have seen Your salvation,
Which You have prepared in the presence of all peoples,
A Light of revelation to the Gentiles,
And the glory of Your people Israel.” (Luke 2:29-32)
May my heart echo these words of Simeon. May my soul soar with Anna’s and give God all of the thanks and praise for witnessing such a perfect miracle in my life.
And, in these long days, in which my body shows symptoms of labor and plays tricks on my mind, I learn once more a lesson I’ll probably learn countless times over and over and over again… how to wait well.
How to be present.
How to be grateful for every second of the day before me.
And, how to offer God thanks in those long, quiet, awkwardly painful moments that I have no clue how to handle on my own.
Praise you Lord. Now and forever!