Baby Smith will be here any minute, but in the waiting I've found so much peace that has been teaching me patience. Instead of joining in on the "aren't you so uncomfortable", "I bet you are SO ready", "you should just go get induced before that baby gets too big" comments, I'm truly thankful to have time that I will rarely ever have again. Time to pause and rest; time to soak up truth; time to enjoy the little pleasures in life.
Not only have I enjoyed some delightful pedicures and dark chocolate truffles, but I've watched my hubby enjoy his most prized hobby- some peaceful time on the greens. He's soaking up great spring golf days before he switches to some stinky diaper changing days.
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I've also found some great insight from the various blogger sites as I've rested on my spring break week. This excerpt from the "Desiring God" website written by Rachel Jankovic was truly inspiring as I approach this new calling:
How much have we listened to partial truths and half lies? Do we believe that we want children because there is some biological urge, or the phantom “baby itch”? Are we really in this because of cute little clothes and photo opportunities? Is motherhood a rock-bottom job for those who can’t do more, or those who are satisfied with drudgery? If so, what were we thinking?
Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for. Christian mothers carry their children in hostile territory. When you are in public with them, you are standing with, and defending, the objects of cultural dislike. You are publicly testifying that you value what God values, and that you refuse to value what the world values. You stand with the defenseless and in front of the needy. You represent everything that our culture hates, because you represent laying down your life for another—and laying down your life for another represents the gospel.
Our culture is simply afraid of death. Laying down your own life, in any way, is terrifying. Strangely, it is that fear... fear that your dreams will die, that your future will die, that your freedom will die—and trying to escape that death by running into the arms of death.
I am so excited for all that I will surely learn about, grow through, and humbly mess up with as Baby Smith enters our lives. Here's to new beginnings!
~Expecting Buster
Not only have I enjoyed some delightful pedicures and dark chocolate truffles, but I've watched my hubby enjoy his most prized hobby- some peaceful time on the greens. He's soaking up great spring golf days before he switches to some stinky diaper changing days.
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| This is the best part about golfing with Matthew- this particular angle ;) |
I've also found some great insight from the various blogger sites as I've rested on my spring break week. This excerpt from the "Desiring God" website written by Rachel Jankovic was truly inspiring as I approach this new calling:
How much have we listened to partial truths and half lies? Do we believe that we want children because there is some biological urge, or the phantom “baby itch”? Are we really in this because of cute little clothes and photo opportunities? Is motherhood a rock-bottom job for those who can’t do more, or those who are satisfied with drudgery? If so, what were we thinking?
Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for. Christian mothers carry their children in hostile territory. When you are in public with them, you are standing with, and defending, the objects of cultural dislike. You are publicly testifying that you value what God values, and that you refuse to value what the world values. You stand with the defenseless and in front of the needy. You represent everything that our culture hates, because you represent laying down your life for another—and laying down your life for another represents the gospel.
Our culture is simply afraid of death. Laying down your own life, in any way, is terrifying. Strangely, it is that fear... fear that your dreams will die, that your future will die, that your freedom will die—and trying to escape that death by running into the arms of death.
I am so excited for all that I will surely learn about, grow through, and humbly mess up with as Baby Smith enters our lives. Here's to new beginnings!
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| Final days of pregnancy... we are ready as we'll ever be! |
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