And I may not pass this way again.
So, every sleepless night I've been experiencing, every hiccup and elbow-poke, I've been trying to etch into my heart for safe keeping. I've also been very much enjoying listening to the soundtrack of the Nativity Story. The album is normally tucked away in our stack of Christmas music, but our own nativity is quickly approaching and it's offered much to contemplate as I am reminded over, and over again that the Author of Life is gifting us with a holy soul, just as He did with Karolina, Gabriel, Grant and Garrett. I intend to listen to this music during labor. To pray, to praise God for the gift of pain, birth, and new life.
Even in the deliberate breathing of labor, God is there. I recently ran across this quote:
"Biblical scholars realize the name of God, the letters YHWH sounds like the sound of our breathing-aspirated consonants. God Himself names himself....and he names himself that which is the sound of our own breathing. "
This is true from our very first breath, to our last. It's in these places we encounter God.
I continue to pray for all those struggling with infertility and know that even without physical life inside a womb, that God can bring souls into our family if there is an openness to His call. The definition of labor is: "work hard, make great effort." I think that defines life in general. And in day-to-day struggles we walk in sobriety and chronic growing pains as we die to self and give birth to Christ in us. So, that is my mindset going in to these last weeks, and the impending pain and challenge of childbirth. I pray it will truly be a "Labor of Love" and worth every minute.