I can’t believe I’m nearly 24 weeks (tomorrow) into this pregnancy. Usually, I’m ticking off the days and the weeks are just dragging by. It seems like the past few months have flown by in a flurry of activity. I suppose I could chalk it up to being the mother of 3 busy children. I could also attribute it to long lists of things I’ve had to take care of or the hectic schedule we’ve kept. I could also credit the many other ministry opportunities that have brightened our doorway recently, but I know in my heart that this time has been an incredible gift and an answer to prayer.
I spent most of my last pregnancy complaining…about being pregnant; about headaches and backaches and leg cramps; about the hot weather and the rain; about my morning sickness; about our children and their endless energy; about my doctor and nursing staff; about our messy house and broken down van…basically, I found something to complain about every day. It was a loooong nine months and my sweet husband should receive some sort of special medal of honor for weathering that period of time without once losing his temper with me. When Olivia was born, I instantly regretted my attitude and felt deep conviction about the lack of respect I had for what God was working in my body and heart and soul. I was embarrassed to look back and see that I had complained about something God had intended to be an enormous blessing.
When I found I was pregnant again, I immediately began asking God to protect my mind from negative thoughts and put a guard about my mouth if any negative thoughts should interrupt me. I’ve asked to be pliable in God’s hands through this pregnancy, and so far, I feel that He has blessed me. I’ve had my share of morning sickness and backaches, leg cramps and weird food cravings. I’ve also been short-tempered with my family and emotional when I should have been rational. But, I also have this great peace. I know that God is in complete control and I’m happy to let Him be. I don’t have it all figured out, and don’t I feel like I need to. I know God works all things for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28) I’m just thankful to be used in this miraculous way, once again.
So, for anyone who still reads me, that’s where I’m at here at 24 weeks. Blessed. Grateful. Sometimes crabby. Always amazed…leg cramps and all!