For the first time I stood shaking with a pregnancy test in my hands and joy in my heart. Tears streamed down my face as I prayed that this child would be His and that I be a blessing and teacher to this child for His will.
No, this is not the story of my first pregnancy. I am ashamed to say that until this past year of my life I have taken children and the ability to have them for granted. Our first pregnancy was a surprise. And my emotions of a tightly wound- nearly type A- personality were not happy about the calendar reshaping that was coming in the next nine months as we prepared for our daughter. Our second was hyper planned. We had gotten so good at NFP that we not only knew when we could get pregnant we also knew which day(s) would give us the best chance at having a boy. And a boy we got.
Although I fiercely have loved both of our children while I was pregnant I have never had a reverence for the gift of the child. I expected it. On demand. I believe I learned this from our culture. Babies are to be avoided at all costs until you want one and then they are pursued no matter what the price tag. I turned 34 this year and I know that children are no longer a right. I am surrounded by so many friends… many younger than I.. that have not had so much luck.
So this child that we will soon meet has been prayed deeply for. This gift of another life… another sibling for our children… another warrior for Him has been laid at my feet. And I know with deep reverence the burden that is being placed in my shoulders to raise this child up. Please rejoice with me and pray for the light of life that has been given. God is so good!
Our due date is January 25th! And it’s a BOY! Join me over the next 30 days in my All About Baby posts! Monday I will let you know what I will be packing in my hospital bag.