Have you ever been pregnant?
Sometimes I think I’m pregnant but them I realise I just ate a big cheese burger...
I have, however, actually been pregnant before... 4 times to be exact.
It’s kind of great, if you ignore the vomiting, swelling, constant weeing and destruction of your belly button.
I’m not pregnant today... (my Mum just breathed out for the first time since reading this).... but I am in a pregnant pause. Not Menopause... yet!... but a pregnant pause...
Apparently the whole of creation is pregnant....
The Message (MSG)
22-25 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. 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. 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.
APPARENTLY waiting does not diminish us.... there have been times when I have doubted this! There have been times when I was so ready to drop my bundle I felt like ripping my fingernails out as a light distraction, or walking a paddock in the hope a horse might kick me in the chest for fun, something... anything but my own frustrated, impatient thoughts.
Perhaps they are the birth pangs...
But after a long time of kicking, screaming, shaking my fists and throwing a tantrum like a 2 year old, I gradually learned to lean in to the big fella.
I found my knees. Cried my eyes out.
The Message (MSG)
7-10 So let God work his will in you. Yell a loud no to the Devil and watch him scamper. Say a quiet yesto God and he’ll be there in no time. Quit dabbling in sin. Purify your inner life. Quit playing the field. Hit bottom, and cry your eyes out. The fun and games are over. Get serious, really serious. Get down on your knees before the Master; it’s the only way you’ll get on your feet.
I’m waiting on God. I am in a pregnant pause, waiting for the punch line I guess, but waiting with joyful expectancy.
I still look elsewhere for comfort sometimes... like a cheeseburger, but God is patient.