Her pains come hard and fast.
Even before the labor begins.
She is unsure about the pressing child within, the one she wanted to abort, who will now live.
Her labor is long and difficult. Her groans audible. At the pinnacle, a distressed baby is born with the help of skilled hands.
Her pain produces a son.
Christ gives them both a future.
I know this pain. For I am pregnant, too.
Romans 8:22-28: All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs.
My womb is empty, but I’m pregnant with waiting. Waiting for Him to answer, to reveal, to show the way, to accomplish what I cannot. I’m learning that helping our precious girls safely deliver their unplanned and usually unwanted babes into the world, is just the beginning of the hard work.
These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting.
And as our waiting grows, so do we.
We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.
This giving birth is long and painful. It is soul-weary work we don’t know how to do. But if we knew the how, we wouldn’t need Him. He is waiting on us to need Him.
Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.
My sighs and aching groans are noisy. I am weary and I don’t know how to do this. It is too hard for me. I don’t know how to make a mother love her baby or help a detached orphan girl bond with her child or repair these broken, broken girls or how to keep juggling home and work or even help my own son not feel weird in this world.
I don’t have the answers. Because I’m just a broken girl myself.
But I hang onto this promise, inscribe it on my heart:
He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
We are laboring for Him.
Giving birth is hard work.
*Scripture from The Message Bible
Can I encourage you to keep laboring? Even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard.