The God in Her
We are quickly approaching the halfway mark of our pregnancy, and each growing day, I develop a stronger appreciation for what it means for my wife’s physical changes – just to bring a child into this world. The sickness is not a daily or nightly exercise in suffering, but the fatigue, the emotions and the draining effect of having to work through it all is beginning to take its toll.
Sometimes she is too tired to talk. Sometimes she is full of energy. And sometimes she is sad because she can’t determine which way she’ll feel from day to day. But she pushes through, sometimes I am the emotional victim of the wrath, but far more times than not, we laugh and joke about our wonderful life together.
And it is interesting, because it makes me realize just how much of the Lord is in her, and every pregnant woman that endures such an arduous process for the biggest miracle in life.
It has to be something divine, because there’s no reasonable explanation that someone would want to suffer to bring about another life. Men aren’t wired like that. Ask us to go hungry for our family, no problem. We can get by on a little. Ask us to give up the things we enjoy for the sake of others, and while me may cry and complain, most men will comply eventually.
But if you asked me to suffer for nine months with allergies, only to culminate in several consecutive hours of sneezing and burning eyes, I would actually stop for a minute to assess that deal. Yet women don’t hesitate to sign-up for this period of suffering and discomfort. In fact, they relish it.
They relish having a little girl to teach the ways of being a woman – caring, wise and sensitive. They look forward to birthing a little boy, who will grow up admiring his father but revering his mother. No matter the pain, the self-consciousness, or the confusion that must take place for it to happen, they want it to happen.
And that’s kind of like God’s love for us. No matter how crazy, insecure and sick we can be, there is a love that emanates from Heaven so pure, that it matters not what we did, but what we could do. It doesn’t matter who we are, but more of who we can be.
Thank God for these women, when you really think about it. We really underestimate how strong they are, and how loving they are. More than we could ever physically imagine.
