I gave birth to my daughter, Naomi, this past Wednesday.
By far, THE most incredible, hardest act that I have and will ever do in life. Hands down. Many people emphasize the pain part, which is definitely noteworthy. But, the amount of focus, patience, and determination it takes to labor a little one into this side of existence is so undersold. There was a split second where I’d actually changed my mind about the whole thing. I wanted to take it all back. It was too great! The whole experience was coming to a head while I labored, and I was overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, pain, pressure, and exhaustion. And no medication was going to make it all go away. It was too late. I was here and I had to do this.
This isn’t an attempt to preach whether I am for natural child birth or medically assisted childbirth, by the way.
…it honestly doesn’t matter, at the end of the day, how your little human being was born. The “how” pales in comparison to all the other aspects, I think. Especially, the “who”. Women are the gateway. Literally. The gateway God uses to introduce life. We spend months protecting and nurturing the Way. We endure tests and examinations where we’re poked, prodded, and sampled. Pregnant women worry over negative anatomical scans, uterine and placental check-ups, and potential health declines. Almost a year’s worth of worry climaxes into a short blink of time (which could stretch up to 48 hours for some women) when labor happens. Biblically, it started out as a part of our curse for disobeying God (Genesis 3:16). But in the light of Jesus’ redemptive power, labor becomes our cause. Simply because God the Father used the processes of pregnancy and labor to bring the world its Messiah. The time that Mary was pregnant with Jesus, she was literally filled with Promise. And the night she birthed Jesus, that promise was fulfilled.
…I understand that, in my own small way…and I think every (pregnant) mother can.
What it is like to hold a Promise closest to your heart, and to trust God with every part of it; both seen and unseen. Known and unknown.
I trusted God to give my little girl life, and NOW I am faced with an even greater act of faith (a daily act, too):
Trusting that God will sustain her life. Believing and claiming that John 10:10 pertains to her as well.
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” (NIV)
Here she is, guys, my little girl….