The Baby’s Arriving!

I am still slightly shell shocked and in awe that this pregnancy is almost over.  Where have the past 38 weeks gone?  The Dr. set up my induction appointment for this Monday.  We were getting anxious to meet this little one but now with a date looming and knowing what labor can hold, I must admit that it brings some anxiety along with the joy of meeting our little boy.  David asked me tonight if nesting has kicked in because I was working frantically on laundry and house cleaning.  I wish I could say that was the case, but it was more out of knowing what the next 2 months will hold…sleepless nights, toddlers to feed and chase around, need I say more?  

I was reminded tonight by several things that has helped bring inner peace that comes from being at one with God.  In Isaiah 53:3-4 it reads “He was…a man of suffering who knew what sickness was…yet He Himself bore our sicknesses and He carried our pains…”  This is comforting for me to know that even in the pain of labor, Jesus is wanting to carry my pain and identifies with me in the moment of suffering.  Also, when David took his teaching job this fall, I was filled with worry wondering how I’d manage the girls by myself being pregnant and not having much energy.  I look back on the past month and am amazed by God’s grace that has been present each day giving strength and wisdom even with David not being here.  Funny how things look so bleak when you go there without God in the picture.

So, Monday is the big day.  Pray for us and we can’t wait to upload some pictures of our little guy when he arrives.

Rain Deprived

I love the rain.  In fact WE love the rain.  It started in college after David and I met.  Most all our important or special moments together included rain like the day he proposed at a park and the day we got married.  I began to see rain as a visual picture of God raining His love down on us.  A symbol that we were not forgotten but instead very special in His eyes.

This summer was hard.  Lots of changes, lots of uncertainties loomed in the distance.  On top of that, we’ve had a bit of a drought so there’s been little rain.  I didn’t realize how much I missed that until this past week when I reached the end of a tough day and discovered to my dismay that our oven was not working.  This was of course right after I had mixed up a batch of pumpkin bread.  So, at 9 pm I called our neighbors to see if they would bake the bread for us.  I stepped outside feeling dejected and discouraged with a tear rolling down my cheek.  Then it began!  One drop after another falling from the sky.  I had forgotten but He hadn’t.  He LOVED me and it was visual and tangible to me in that moment.  What a difference a rainstorm can make.  Sorry to those of you who don’t like rain but I say:  Let it rain on down!

p.s.  The pumpkin bread was amazing!  If anyone wants the recipe let me know.