one month until
the hurting begins
the sweat and tears come, salty on my skin
the swaying and heaving starts
and the 'just keep breathing' repeats
the shaking, and pushing
the clutching tight
and then
this joyous meeting
your crying out and our hearts answering
us reaching to touch you, finally
the end of waiting
our eyes locking into one another
and the all grace and glory of that
is
a call to not give up
the fuel, flaming us to finish this
our banner cry through the waiting days
a burning light leading us home
and our hope that will not disappoint
p.s. I feel like maybe this post needs to come with a little 'disclaimer' so here it is:
As of right now, we've been told that our son should arrive around the second week in July. But as we all know, things don't always go as planned or hoped. He could come early, he could be late, his time on this earth might be way shorter than we thought it would be. Who knows what could happen? I sure don't, but I still believe the words you just read up there would still apply no matter what the outcome of our baby's 'birth story' may be.
I didn't write any of this to depress you but just to say that we're giving it all up to Jesus. He's got a plan for our son and all we can do is take it one step at a time. He knows what's coming. Due dates, potential health issues, natural birth vs. c-sections; all included. We may not know the future but we do know Him and that's all we need. Jesus, our Hope.
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