Trust

Being patient requires such a surrender, a relinquishing of control to the unknown rhythms of time.  Trusting God to bring life into the world in His time almost seems counterintuitive in a world where inductions and interventions are freely available and encouraged.  I've wrestled with trusting this week, especially since my due date is a few days away.

 'What if nothing happens?'

'What can I do to speed things along?'

'What if I have to get induced?'

The questions and doubts crowd my mind.  Unsettling. Disturbing peace.  Breaking trust.

In my search for knowledge and the playing out of every possible scenario, I am grasping for control.  More of me. Less of God.

There is Spirit in all things.  In the Breath.  In the Life.  In the waiting.  I am reminded this week that even though it's normal to be anxious when you're 39 1/2 weeks pregnant, and no one will fault you for complaining.  I am not called to that.  I am called to trust and rest in His provision for me.  I am called to let go of control and bask in His perfect timing.

Lord Jesus, be my peace and anchor as I wait for this precious baby to come.  You hold time and days in Your hand.  Little Zach's days were set from the beginning.  You speak, and life springs forth.... from darkness into light.  May it be as you have ordained it.  Help me to trust you. Amen.