Sweet Mac and I have officially made it to #41weekspregnant today (😍🎉🙏🏻) and while we wait for the arrival story God has already written to unfold, I've been so humbled, especially these last two weeks. Challenged by my faith to not see this waiting as something bad. And to not listen to all the "make her come" advice or when others say "you must have a stubborn/lazy/comfy baby in there!". She has as little control over this waiting as I do-- it's not a reflection on us-- and it's a waiting that I know to be grateful for. Because there are others today feeling hopeless, waiting to take yet another pregnancy test. Others waiting to see if their premature labor will stop or waiting and desperate to just take their baby home from the NICU. That kind of waiting is hard. That kind of waiting seems unfair. But the waiting of a healthy mom and baby getting to meet? That waiting is part of becoming a parent, and no date the world puts on it matters.
If J and I have learned anything on our teen parenting journey with K it's been about waiting and now I can see, even though it has been painstaking for me at moments and still is some days, that God knew we could walk this unique path into parenthood, but only if we let ourselves fully need Him. So here we are, thankful despite natural anxiety and unknown, and so excited because we know the stories He writes are good. And so much better than what we can come up with on our own, even when wrought with storylines we would have selfishly left out had He given us the pen 👈🏻Truth for all of us today, friends! 💕 #messyheartmusings 📷 @sarah_and_ben