I told you about my “God is like laundry” analogy yesterday. You have to admit, it’s true. You think I could copyright that? Anyway, I’ve actually been thinking about another theological analogy. Being pregnant has got me thinking about faith. You know, “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”? Or a more current version says, “Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see.” (Go back and actually read it word for word. I know you just skipped over it because you *knew* what it said. I do it all the time.)
OK, back to my analogy…
I cannot see my baby. Obviously. In fact, there are times when I wonder if it’s really in there. I mean, yeah, I did get a positive pregnancy test. Yes, the nurse did an ultrasound (scanner still NOT working!) and I saw the baby move. Yes, my bump is growing, my body is changing slightly. But no one has asked when I’m due. I haven’t felt the baby kick or seen one of it’s elbows move my belly!
What if I’m just putting on a few pounds? What if I just have the flu? What if??!!
Why in the world does it have to take 9 long months? 40 whole weeks to see this little thing face to face? Good grief! Wouldn’t it be easier to pick her up at the hospital? Or have the stork deliver him? Or even go pick it up from the cabbage patch?
Well, yeah. It’d be easier. But what about the preparation? Oh, I know, you can paint a nursery in a day. You can stock it with one trip to Babies R Us. But the real preparation is in those 40 weeks.
I have 40 weeks to wait on this baby. I get 40 weeks to think about it’s name. I get 40 weeks to talk to God about it’s body, it’s personality, it’s desires. I have 40 weeks to get ready to lay aside my self for it. I get 40 weeks to sleep through the night before my new little person comes.
During these 40 weeks, I’m sure my emotions will run the gamut. I’ll be so excited to meet this little bundle of joy. I’ll be scared about delivery. I’ll be worried about how Lydia and our life now will change. But I also KNOW that when that little baby is in my arms, I’ll be ecstatic. My life will never be the same–in the best possible way. This baby will bring so much to my life that I will never want to go back to a time without it. In fact, I’ll probably wonder what I did before it was here.
This is how I want to be with God and His promises. I know He’s got good stuff for me–things I can’t imagine or even ask for. Not regular things like provision or even my family. I’m talking about the big miracles and the big fulfillment.
This pregnancy is reminding me to just wait for Him. The time I wait for Him to produce a miracle in my life is just preparation. It’s not punishment or withholding, it’s a time I get to use as preparation. The closer I get to my 40 weeks, the more obvious that my baby is going to arrive. The more I want to do to get ready. I want to see the preparation time with God the same. I don’t want to question or wonder, I just want to prepare myself for the amazing things God has prepared in advance for me.
There is not one specific thing I’m thinking about or preparing for. It’s just the whole process of being pregnant that has reminded me of God’s miracles that are brewing inside of me today…and inside of you. I pray you’ll prepare for them and then be overjoyed at what He brings you!