I am 35 weeks pregnant. Soon enough, we will be welcoming a new member to our growing family. I am excited to get to know her and see what God has in store for her. What a privilege to bring into the world a tiny human being carrying the image of the living God Who created her. This is no small privilege.
I have learned a lot through books and the wise advice of people around me, and still have so much more to understand. Yet, I know this much. Babies contain the full potential of a fully grown human, but they are fragile and must be brought up one step at a time, respecting the level they are at.
Food is the name of the game for so many social media accounts, websites, companies, etc. There are food festivals, TV networks, etc. We even are becoming more and more obese due to abuse.
As you know, food does not automatically equal nourishment. “Come on now, don’t be raining on my parade,” is what you might think. Don’t worry. I’m not so much about what goes in your stomach than I am about what goes in your heart and mind.
Lately, I hit a phase of discouragement. I have looked at where my life is, and felt some discontentment. A project I have been working on for over a year now seems to bear little to no fruit. What am I doing, Lord? Am I imagining things? Is this all a story I tell myself to feel better?
Then I thought about you, and I know you must have those moments too. I looked in my Bible for some encouraging words, and also looked at women who inspire me much and gathered some of their words so that you and I can feast on power and truth and be encouraged today.
When I was 19, I moved into my first apartment alone. I happily looked ahead to the freedom I would enjoy. What I had not realized was all the work that came with it. For starters, I was now totally responsible for my laundry and for feeding myself. After months of sandwiches and restaurants, I realized I had to start cooking.
It was hit or miss; mostly miss if I’m honest with you. Sometimes I’d give it my all, sweat of my brow, it looked fantastically tasty. And then I’d take a bite.
My husband is very organized. It shows in everything he does, including the way he has worked hard on looking back to 2016, and planning 2017 a few weeks ago. While doing that, he looked at journal entries from previous years, seeing what the Lord has done in his life over almost two decades of walk with Christ.
What he found amused him and he had me read a portion of it. It was a prayer he wrote to God in 2006. At that time, he had been a Christian and single for seven years. He was telling God how tired he was to be single. It made no sense to him. He chose the narrow path of purity and service, but he had enough. He was ready for God to send him his wife.