Have I told you that this baby moves like summer thunder? I’m not kidding! Ever since I could feel the baby kicking and moving around, I thought, “Gee, that reminds me of something…” Finally, I realized that the seemingly-intentional back and forth pounding is like the strong – yet controlled – pounding of summer thunder. (A gorgeous metaphor during the first six months, but now that I’m entering my third trimester, I’m not so sure I like that thunder being so close to my liver and such…)

As time goes by and the baby gets stronger, I’m praying more fervently that my organs and ribs be protected. I wince whenever I swallow my prenatal vitamin and my multi-min. but I wouldn’t dare skip out; building the baby’s health is far more important to me than avoiding the pain of some powerful internal thunder.

Motherhood is one of the rare times in life when we sow costs and reap blessings at the same time. We are constantly receiving blessing upon blessing to verify the worth of the cost (be it smooshed internal organs, stretch marks, or sleepless nights). This is quite an effective system: we’ll keep taking those vitamins, keep praying, keep disciplining the child we love, keep asking for more children… because they are so dearly precious.

 

 

 

Psalm 127:3-5
3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.

4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one’s youth.

5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.

Nothing compares to a blessing from the Lord.