As many of y’all have already texted, facebooked, and called with your concerns, I am, officially as of today, ‘late’ with the arrival of my son.
Yes, yesterday was the scheduled due date. It was written in my Kate Spade planner, in pen for crying out loud! And, despite my best efforts of plenty of step-ups and walking and a pedicure, my son is comfy and cozy inside my womb. As a friend joked with me at church, she explained he’s not going to want to come out based on how well I’m treating him inside me. Perhaps she has a point…
Nonetheless, as I’ve learned throughout this entire pregnancy process, things in life don’t always go according to our plan.
As someone who spends M-F, 7:30 a.m.-4:00 p.m. with little people, I already know how they rarely think, act, and speak according to how I expect and anticipate, so why in the world should my son’s birth meet my plans?
I know it’s not Monday, but today we’re going to take a quick detour from our normal weekly schedule to reflect on and chat about how life doesn’t always go according to our plans, yet it ALWAYS goes according to His plan.
No Wal-Mart or grocery store posts today. We’re doing a spiritual nutrition post ON A WEDNESDAY!
See, I’m already pushing you to embrace this whole we-shouldn’t-always-stick-to-the-plan thing.
For weeks now, people have been urging me to plan. Write a birth plan. Create months of lesson plans (talk about painful). Plan and pack your hospital bag and baby bag. Research and install the car seat. Wash the baby clothes. Read the baby books.
For something that is so natural, that my body is so naturally prepared to do, growing and having a baby sure requires loads of planning.
While I’m not complaining about the planning, in fact planning and organizing and creating to-do lists are some of my favorite activities EVER (no, that is not sarcastic either), it sure helps to have your act together before bringing a little person into the world.
And even when you’re as cray-cray organized and color-coded and alphabetized as I am, God has His ways of reminding me this whole production is still going to go down on His timeline, not mine.
While currently I plan on having a natural delivery, I know it’s possible that circumstances beyond my control will require me to have a C-section. And that’s okay.
I also plan on having an epidural (yes, Paleo preggers wants some meds), but I know it’s very well possible that labor comes on too quickly or the anesthesiologist has difficulty with it, thus I have to suck it up without one. And that’s okay.
I plan on breast feeding as soon as possible in the hospital, but I know it’s possible that something with my supply or my son’s development may make that endeavor impossible. And that’s okay.
I plan on lots of things for this delivery, this labor, this boy coming into the world and coming into my life and into my family.
Yet I know just because I create plans for my life does not mean they will prevail; only God’s purposes prevail in this life.
Sometimes His purposes have us go wildly off-track in order to avoid some evil we cannot see or imagine.
Or sometimes His purposes reroute us in a direction to provide blessings beyond our imaginations otherwise (when graduating high school I would never in 1 billion years imagined I would be living in Corsicana, Texas married to a guy who makes fruitcakes…go figure).
Sometimes God allows, not creates, but allows unfortunate, painful things to happen to further a more eternal purpose beyond our abilities to contemplate at the time.
But whatever His purposes allow, you and I can confidently trust that His plans are good, and He works all things together for good for those who trust and believe in Him.
Whether it’s awaiting the birth of my son or awaiting God’s timing and answers to other prayer requests in our lives about jobs, health, relationships, and the other countless issues in our lives, we must remember that His purposes, His plans, and His timing will prevail. Proverbs 19:21 reminds us, “Many are the plans in man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”
Right now, I may still be one week away from my son’s arrival. And that’s cool with me. As I mentioned last week, I will take every day as a blessing, looking at what beauty and additional grace (not to mention sleep and selfish time to do what I want when I want it) I have been given with gratitude and appreciation.
So as I wait and continue to wait, I pray for my son’s arrival into this world and that I may be nurturing to him and his walk with the Lord. I keep meditating on 1 Thessalonians 3:9-10, which reads, “What would be an adequate thanksgiving to offer God for all the joy we experience before him because of you? We do what we can, praying away, night and day, asking for the bonus of seeing your face again and doing what we can to help when your faith falters”.
This boy, my son, has already brought my husband and I such joy; he constantly reminds me of God's grace, God's gentleness, and God's all-powerful, all-might control over our lives. I feel so blessed to get to be part of this process of motherhood, and I can't wait to continue to learn and grow from this little human.
That's all for now, y'all. I'll be sharing a pregnancy-friendly recipe tomorrow that is the result of A- being pregnant on Spring Break and B- having too much free time on my hands this week.
Be well, and I'll see ya mañana!
Healthy Happy Texan
I'm a Foodie, Fitness Instructor, and Follower of Christ. Add a passion for teaching others, dark chocolate, bacon, and dogs -- and that's me in a box.
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