Well, here we are. On the other side of waiting. What do you do when you come to the end of a very long waiting season? For the past three years we were waiting. For a positive pregnancy test. For a heartbeat. For a baby to keep growing. For a hope to remain. For God to hold us. For God to answer our hearts desire. For the next prenatal appointment. For nausea to end. For sleep to come. For labor to start. For our son’s first cry.
And here we are.
Almost six weeks of holding, nursing, smelling, touching this new little life that God has graciously given us. And aside from the crazy hormones of postpartum, my heart feels like it’s grown and healed in these weeks more than it has in the past few years. I am in awe each day and night that we have three sons. After so many months of wondering and waiting I am still in awe that he’s here.
This morning as I was editing photos from his first couple weeks, I’m reminded of a few verses that are on my heart.
“One generation shall commend your works to another, and shall declare your mighty acts.”
Oh God, how I want to cry this out. Your works are MIGHTY. Even in the waiting, You are working, and I am so grateful for this. I want this verse to be what others see in my heart.
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”
I can’t help but look at all the little parts of our Theodore and see how he was made in secret. All those months of feeling him, I couldn’t see or know how God was forming him. And he is made fearfully and wonderfully by a Creator we pray he seeks with all his heart. I pray we share the love of Christ in a very real and big way in his life and his brothers.
What a wonderful reward children are from the Lord. My heart is full.