Sometimes I like to read through older entries in my prayer journal. I really enjoyed reading the entry I made one month ago and, while it is usually intensely personal, I thought you might enjoy reading this one, too.
October 2, 21010.
Today your baby is due, Lord. The one who squirms and wiggles within my womb. The one whom you have placed within me and allowed to share my body these last nine months. Our time together as one flesh will soon be over. We have only days left. I will miss our connection. I will miss the way I know it is so effortless to care for and nurture and protect this dear little life. The next step will be harder, less selfish. Our baby will still be completely dependent on me, but there will be many more decisions to be made, decisions that go way beyond simply caring for my own body. In fact, some of those decisions will be in conflict to caring for myself. I will be called to sacrifice. I will be called to give of my time, my sleep, my comfort, and my body. You have been preparing me these months, causing my heart to swell along with my belly. You never leave me without everything I need to do what you purpose. I have the strength and health and you also the deep love and commitment you have given me. I have learned it from you.
Lord, you love so deeply and sacrificially. You never fail and you never give up. You never grow weary of caring, of providing for me. Truly, what do I possibly ever have to worry about? I am always under your protection, your care and your provision. Thank-you, Lord.