It’s Five-Minute Friday! Where we write for five minutes on a certain topic without fretting or correcting. Today I reflect on my last month of pregnancy. It’s been a smooth one, so for me it’s bitter-sweet. I grasp at these last days. Will you join me?
It’s a funny thing, really. For eight months since I looked down and saw proof of your presence on that little-plastic-stick I have prepared to meet you.
I’ve read. I’ve decorated. I’ve shopped. I’ve prayed.
Now with only one month left to go I grasp at every last moment. Wondering when will be the last time I feel your kicks inside of me. The last time I have you this close.
Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to see your face. To see your daddy and me all mixed up in you. I can’t wait to feel your skin and soothe your cries.
But when I let you loose you’ll be loose forever. No longer tucked safe. No longer protected from this big world out here.
And then I will grasp for different things.
For your protection, your health, and your love for Jesus.
Once you’re released from me know that I will still always be here. As if you never left. You will never have to grasp for me.
So today I grasp for each movement you make, each response you give, each sign that you are still with me. And I try my best to hold on.
Because soon you will be in my arms.