And Still We Wait...

It’s now eight days past my due date, and we’re still waiting to meet this little girl, snug and squirmy in my womb, who has stolen our hearts and affection for months now. But still, we wait.

It’s actually taken me by surprise that we’re still waiting. I had expected that she would come early, maybe even be a Valentine’s Day baby. But that holiday went by. Then President’s Day. Then a full moon. Her cousin’s birthday, her uncle’s birthday, her aunt’s birthday. All these extra special days inched by and still she has stayed put.

I try not to personify the waiting, like thinking that, “She wants a special day of her own!” or, “She knows that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’” Because of course, that isn’t the case at all. I can’t read too much into the waiting, except that she or my body aren’t quite ready yet.

Just as we had to wait to conceive her, I now find myself back at that same place, trusting God to finish what he’s started. To bring this lady out into the world—and into my arms—healthy and well.

It seems this is a lesson God keeps wanting—needing—to teach me, time and time again. It seems that even though I’ve been through it a million times over now (just try searching for the word “waiting” on my blog!), I still don’t have this thing down. My heart still has to fight to believe and trust and have joy in the waiting.

One of the verses that has really spoken to me in these last months of pregnancy is James 1:2-4: “Whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy. For when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow—so let it grow! For when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything.”

Time and again I’ve found inspiration and solace in this verse. And now as I wait, I came back to this verse again and realized that the trouble I am currently facing (waiting on the baby to come, in great hopes of avoiding a medical induction), I can choose to have joy now:

I do not have to wait until that which I’m praying for has come. There is joy to be found even now, in the waiting.

And so, tonight, while I continue to pray and wait and fend off my tendency to worry, I whisper to my heart to have joy, to rejoice in what the Lord is doing even now. Because, as I have seen time and time again, he is always doing something. It usually just takes awhile for us to actually see it.

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  1. I was just thinking about you earlier today, wondering if you had met your daughter yet. I know how hard it is to be faced with the possibility of an induction when you expected your baby to come early, but when Evan came 10 days past my due date, I knew it was exactly when he was supposed to come. Hopefully you'll wake up tomorrow morning in labor...and more rested than I was when I woke up in labor!

  2. I absolutely love that verse in James! It's such a great reminder, especially during this time when you are so anxious to meet your beautiful daughter. I'm keeping you in my prayers, that your body naturally does what it's supposed to do and that everything goes well. :)

  3. May she arrive soon!! God bless your waiting, and her arrival. :)

  4. I was two weeks late, as was my brother. Guess your little girl's just too comfy to move!

  5. Great thoughts. Praying she makes her entrance soon!

  6. Part of one of my favourite scriptures (I'm sure you know it well).
    I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.
    My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
    Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me,
    When as yet there were none of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them!
    If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.

    It might already be unnecessary, but try walking. When my first baby was a week overdue, someone suggested walking. So I did, for hours. He was born 8:00 the next morning.

  7. I really wish Doctors didn't give women due dates. I makes us think that you are late, when in all truth your baby knows when to come. The calculation of the due date is really a faulty mechanism. My first child was "14 days overdue". When he way born he was a normal weight. Try to let go of the date. A small percentage of babies actually arrive naturally on their "Due date" and now they are saying that 42 weeks is a normal gestation period. Good Luck's_rule


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