We are officially a minivan family. And I have to admit, I like it. The kids see it as a big new toy that entertains them for hours. It’s literally what we did all morning—played in the van. It was great until Micah discovered the horn. At that point I had to bring the kids inside for the sake of our neighbors. But my favorite part about the van is knowing where the new baby’s car seat will go when she arrives in February.
I’m 26 weeks pregnant now and starting to feel tiny hands and feet moving around in my tummy instead of just general flutters. The other night I put Sky’s hand on my belly and she got to feel her sister kick for the first time. And thanks to my mom and sisters, the baby already has the beginning of a very cute wardrobe hanging in her future closet (which is currently still Micah’s closet).
Pregnancy definitely makes me more emotional, over things that don’t really matter and the things that do. Last week was the anniversary of my dad’s death and I cried more than my share of tears that day. It’s awful to have someone you love suddenly gone from your life until heaven. Expecting a baby is such a happy thing, but when death is on your mind, all life seems fragile and that’s scary. I know Satan wants me to respond in fear, to spend lots of time worrying about what new tragedies might lie ahead. But God’s word to me is always the same: to walk in humility and fix my eyes on Jesus.
It’s interesting that the Bible tells us ants are wise because they prepare for the future. But Jesus tells us to be like children and not worry about tomorrow. What does that combination look like in a mom? I imagine a woman who plans ahead, but enjoys herself in the process. She looks forward to her due date, but she doesn’t complain about how long it takes to get there. She doesn’t get hysterical over the what-ifs. And she probably doesn’t stress over selling her car and buying a minivan. I think I have a lot to learn.
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