36 weeks of loving you, John Haven. We’re so ready to meet you (but stay put a little bit longer!)
I’m grateful for the blessing of carrying you this long. I’m grateful for the decision we made to celebrate every single day. To not live this season in fear or disappointment or sadness. But to make memories with you and fill these days with joy and thanksgiving. I’m grateful for all of the answered prayers along the way. We prayed for 32 weeks. And He did it. He’s exceeded our prayers. So our prayers are getting bolder. We’re in awe of your Creator and are so sure of His love and attention for you. He loves you with an unconditional love, and His love is always enough.
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This morning may have been the last time I’ll see John Haven’s precious face until we meet him at delivery! It’s all getting very real. Believing that when we meet face to face that the Lord has completely healed him. We’re expecting miracles & grateful for every single one we have and will witness. It’s hard to imagine what that day is going to look and feel like. I can’t wait to meet you John Haven!
When I was 33 weeks pregnant with Mills, I was counting down the days until his due date. But John Haven’s pregnancy is different. If I’m being really honest, half of the time I just want time to freeze. I want to live all my days carrying John Haven safely with me. I want every uncomfortable sleep. Every coffee withdrawal. Every sciatic nerve pain. Every contraction. Because he is so alive inside of me. Part of me just wants time to stand still.
But then there’s that promise of healing. The promise that the Lord has all authority to heal John Haven’s body on earth or to heal him in heaven. And so the other half of the time, I’m ready for his due date. I’m ready to see how the Lord is going to heal John Haven. And maybe it’s all too personal, but as I lay here praising the Lord that he’s allowed me to carry John Haven for 33 weeks! I’m full of all kinds of thankfulness that he’s authoring all of these days. I’m so thankful he’s in control. And all he’s asking of me is to rest. To be still. To let him move the mountains. |