Patience

Yesterday was a milestone for me; after being on bed rest for 8 weeks due to preterm labor contractions, I reached the 9 month mark.  It is truly amazing how God can create a masterpiece in a day, a week, or 9 months.  It feels my heart with gladness and joy to know that I am carrying the most precious miracle inside of me, another human being, a living, breathing soul, a masterpiece from God.  Only three weeks and six days left until my little boy's grand debut's date.  I cannot wait to see what my little guy looks likes, feels like, sounds like.  I cannot wait to hear his first cry, see his first smile, and the look on his daddy's face.  I cannot wait to see the look on Jim's face when he holds his son for the first time.  I'm so excited!

In Sunday school last week, our teacher prayed for patience.  (Thanks, Mr. Jim)  Praying for patience is a dangerous thing because you are literally asking God to give you a circumstance where you will have to practice it.  I have learned to not pray for patience, but ask for peace during times of trials or tribulation.  I have learned my lesson about praying for patience.  Well, this week I have learned to practice patience.  I had a scare on Wednesday, thinking I was going into labor.  False Alarm!  Ever since Wednesday, I have been restless and unable to sleep because any minute now, my little guy can arrive.  (Thanks, Mr. Jim) 

A friend of mind told me recently that God sometimes prepares us in the strangest ways for what is about to come.  Well, I am definitely getting prepared for my little guy...no sleep, worrying about the smallest things, going to the extreme with cleanliness (I've been a neat freak, but this is OVERBOARD), and trying to stay calm around Jim, in laws, and outlaws about this baby. 

I'm not asking for patience, I'm asking for peace...it's a much better feeling!