It's hard to believe as I'm typing, that instead of feeling little Christopher stretch inside of me, I will witness it very soon. His hiccups, kicks, turning from side to side won't be this odd sensation inside, but I can watch his facial expressions as he does it. We are now at 38 weeks, bags are packed, nursery is almost at completion, and now we wait.
I have made it no surprise that I am ready to let go of the aches and pains the third trimester brought (Mother's Day is a huge day in my mind now). This morning God reminded me of a time in my life when I had to patiently wait for Him to finally bring Andrew and I together into a season of dating and engagement. He reminded me of how difficult it was, but looking back...would I change anything? (Maybe a few details here and there, if I'm honest) But for the most part "No."
Maybe God's challenging me again. Wait Karen. You know he's coming. Just wait on Me. I've designated that perfect time when he's ready. Throw your timetable out the window.
Lately, I find myself thinking about my friend Jill. As she anticipated being a mom for so long, finally having a beautiful baby boy, then she was tragically killed in a car accident only 2 months later...it brings a perspective of cherishing each moment, to not be so quick to take the next step (as I am all to eager to do too often), and simply give thanks. I do believe God works all things for good, so as He works on my grumbling spirit when each step is painful, hips and back aches, sleep deprivation (I will stop now), I will be meditating on that truth.
All I can say is when Christopher is finally in our arms, Andrew and I will give all glory and thanks to God.
I'll let you guys know who cries more: Andrew, Christopher, or me.
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