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<\/a><\/p>\nAnd really…I’ve been praying about it. Really seriously. I have prayed and asked for this baby to be born already. Like, 3 weeks ago. And it’s been an on repeat prayer, too.<\/p>\n
How hard is it for God, who created everything and everybody, to let this baby be born? I ask for bread and I get a stone, that’s what it feels like.<\/p>\n
But then the buts come in.<\/p>\n
I am reminded of some words I read, not sure where. Pregnancy brain here. Don’t judge.<\/p>\n
Anyway. The words in their exact order I have forgotten, but the message I have not. I’m great like that.<\/p>\n
It went something like this:<\/p>\n
‘Have I grasped all the gifts God gives me greedily? Have I giddily been enjoying the gifts, and not thanking the giver?’<\/p>\n
And now, when He does not give me something I ask for, I pout and grumble.<\/p>\n
I decided that I should stop the kid act and start acting like a grownup. Which I sometimes pretend to be.<\/p>\n
Because…<\/p>\n
God is so much bigger then this.<\/p>\n
If it would have been better for His name and His kingdom for this baby to be born already, or even better for me myself and I, well, I am fairly certain that this baby would have been born already.<\/p>\n
But it hasn’t.<\/p>\n
So that must mean that it’s fine this way. I am not feeling fine, but it is fine. Maybe for no reason whatsoever. Maybe because God does have a great big purpose for it. Or a small little reason.Whichever it is, I’m going to trust HIm.<\/p>\n
*Disclaimer: this does not mean that I will be happily skipping around. This does not mean you will not get a really mean and dirty look if you ask me ‘and, hasn’t it been born yet?’<\/p>\n
Neither does it guarantee you will be alive after requesting me to ‘wait for my birthday, because that would be fun’.<\/p>\n
It just means I will try to be nice.<\/p>\n
“Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise HIm, the help of my countenance and my God. Psalm 43:5”<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<\/p>\n
I’m going psycho. I’m 40 weeks pregnant and I need to not be pregnant anymore.<\/p>\n
I need to be able to wear pretty dresses, because it’s an important part of life.<\/p>\n
I need to be able to move. Like a human, not a robot.<\/p>\n
I need to be able to sleep without getting kicked away at. From the inside.<\/p>\n
I need…<\/p>\n
Well…you get it.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
And really…I’ve been praying about it. Really seriously. I have prayed and asked for this baby to be born already. Like, 3 weeks ago. And it’s been an on repeat prayer, too.<\/p>\n
How hard is it for God, who created everything and everybody, to let this baby be born? I ask for bread and I get a stone, that’s what it feels like.<\/p>\n
But then the buts come in.<\/p>\n
I am reminded of some words I read, not sure where. Pregnancy brain here. Don’t judge.<\/p>\n
Anyway. The words in their exact order I have forgotten, but the message I have not. I’m great like that.<\/p>\n
It went something like this:<\/p>\n
‘Have I grasped all the gifts God gives me greedily? Have I giddily been enjoying the gifts, and not thanking the giver?’<\/p>\n
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