Apparently…stress brings about contractions…or at least mega–Braxton Hicks.
Apparently…even though I have been trained throughout my life in different leadership settings to appear calm in extremely stressful situations, my body wasn’t trained as well.
Apparently…the European pregnant ladies know a little something because a half a glass of wine (don’t judge me…) during false labor shuts it right down…unless, of course, it’s not false!
I don’t have time to go early. I am 36 weeks and though I know that next week marks “full-term”, I still have stuff to do…plus, Jason will be out of town…and holding Em’s hand in the delivery room just isn’t the vision I have for welcoming this new little man into our family.
I go in tomorrow for a routine appointment. Hopefully it will be underwhelming in its findings…
I still have a nursery to decorate along with a good, thorough cleaning of this pigsty we are currently calling “home”…oh, and I haven’t packed my bag and I haven’t bought newborn diapers in four and a half years!
But I don’t want to do any of that. I want to sit and snuggle my kid and pat her little puppy, Lady, and cry because my heart is so sad.
You know, it would be nice to have material other than grief and death to blog about but, apparently, that’s not my lot in blog world.
Death sucks. I’ll say it again. Death sucks. It doesn’t suck for the one that has died because knowing Christ and meeting the Creator of the Universe is epic and quite impossible to explain or conceive on earth. Death sucks for those left behind, or as I say, “It sucks for the leftovers.”
I’ve said it more than once and I’ll say it again. Life on earth outside of God’s presence is not where we were originally designed to be. We all, though, only know this side of Heaven (at least if you are reading this and haven’t been there and back lately…) so, of course we try to make this life great and make the most of it. The only problem is, we forget that living on earth is as close to Hell as we should ever want to be. Earth is a fallen world.
Experiencing love and laughter, joy and hope on this earth is a sweet, sweet thing. God would have that every one of His created could know those beautiful glimpses. That’s what I need to hold onto…the reality that goodness here on earth is, quite possibly, a glimpse into life in God’s physical presence, yet mine to enjoy here and now…a taste.
Separation in death from those we have known and loved is a glimpse of the Fall of Man. It absolutely should hurt and cause us great sorrow.
Though, in knowing Christ, somehow in His miraculous strength, unfathomable to us, we are also able to have hope…
“Hope, however, that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has?” Romans 8:24
We hope for Heaven. We hope for the day that we will walk with Christ, tangibly, physically. We hope for the reunion of those who have gone before us.
I am just so grateful that I have hope in the midst of life on earth…and in the midst of grief.
I can’t imagine my life without hope… or without hope in the One who has given us life.
(Now, for my appointment tomorrow…I hope this little man knows he’s totally grounded if he thinks it’s acceptable to arrive any earlier than is convenient for his mama!!!! Doesn’t he know I have a lot going on?! #$%^&*)