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Waiting and Waddling

Screen Shot 2017-05-29 at 9.11.10 PM“Hello?”

“Have you not had that baby yet?” my dad asked in his Alabama-born accent.

“Nope.” I’m sure he could sense my deflated mood across the phone line. “Do you think that I would have already had the baby and not called you?” I snipped with a little chuckle to mask my frustration. I knew that he was anxious to hear whether my firstborn would be a girl or boy, and it had to be nerve-racking for him being all the way across the country. But his discomfort didn’t compare to the angst I was feeling.

Waiting, waddling, waiting, and waddling some more. It was already July 6th, and I had been told our baby would arrive on June 26th.  As a first-time mom, I was devastated when the month of June had come and gone. It was like they had moved Christmas. The nursery had been prepared, forms had been summited to the hospital, and my suitcase was packed with a toothbrush, one blue outfit, one pink outfit, and a whole lot of anticipation. Not knowing the sex of the baby made for a great surprise, but at this point I didn’t really care as long as the baby was healthy and that it was OUT! The ticking of the second hand on the clock pounded in my ears. When, God? When?

Ever feel that way? Have you ever been pregnant with a promise? Something that you just knew God was going to bring to pass but it hasn’t arrived yet? We begin to doubt if God even promised it. Just like I packed my hospital bag, you have done all that you know to do and it seems like all that is left is waiting.  Just when you think you are going to give up, you feel a slight nudge from inside. Yes, the promise is on its way.

I want to encourage you today. What God has spoken to you will come to pass. Keep doing what you know to do. Keep surrendering to God, honoring people, and being good to yourself. Enjoy today because before you know it, there will be cooing in the nursery!

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