From the moment I saw those two pink lines, God began to call me to sacrifice. He was calling me to lay down my life, daily, for a person I had never met. It was a call to sacrifice my body, my emotions, my sleep... my plans. At that moment, I didn't realize how much I would give being a mom (and I am sure my understanding of it will only grow more and more as time goes on). God is preparing me now for a journey that has already begun to, and will forever change my life.
Although I am extremely excited to meet my little one face to face, I am continually reminded of the sacrifices I will be called to make. I believe being a mother is a high and holy calling, but it is one that the Lord uses to sanctify His precious children each and every day. It is a calling to be faithful with the life of a human being that does not ultimately belong to you, but has simply been entrusted to you for a time. It is a calling to pour yourself into this life in every capacity. A calling to spend countless hours in prayer at the foot of the cross. A calling to deny yourself privacy and comfort for the benefit of that child.
I can already see in pregnancy how sacrifice, when done without the right perspective, can become a joy thief. I am called to serve my child (even while in the womb), but am I doing that with joy and a grateful heart amidst the uncomfortable nature of pregnancy? Has what God called me to, in motherhood, become more of a burden rather than a blessing already?!
I'm guilty of forgetting the ultimate call, the call to deny myself and to pick up my cross and follow Christ. My life is not my own, it is entirely His; and whatever He calls me to, I am but a tool in His hand, called to be faithful. I can rest assure that He will enable me with the grace and strength each step of the way. I must not forget HIS sacrifice, because it is that that compels me to this life of sacrifice.
I am thankful for this journey I am on, and eager to see how the Lord continues to grow me in the months to come. In less than four months I will be holding my sweet precious bundle of joy, and the sacrifice will have only just begun. I pray for a joyful heart full of gratitude each step of the way as I deny myself and sacrifice for the sake of the kingdom.
Although I am extremely excited to meet my little one face to face, I am continually reminded of the sacrifices I will be called to make. I believe being a mother is a high and holy calling, but it is one that the Lord uses to sanctify His precious children each and every day. It is a calling to be faithful with the life of a human being that does not ultimately belong to you, but has simply been entrusted to you for a time. It is a calling to pour yourself into this life in every capacity. A calling to spend countless hours in prayer at the foot of the cross. A calling to deny yourself privacy and comfort for the benefit of that child.
I can already see in pregnancy how sacrifice, when done without the right perspective, can become a joy thief. I am called to serve my child (even while in the womb), but am I doing that with joy and a grateful heart amidst the uncomfortable nature of pregnancy? Has what God called me to, in motherhood, become more of a burden rather than a blessing already?!
I'm guilty of forgetting the ultimate call, the call to deny myself and to pick up my cross and follow Christ. My life is not my own, it is entirely His; and whatever He calls me to, I am but a tool in His hand, called to be faithful. I can rest assure that He will enable me with the grace and strength each step of the way. I must not forget HIS sacrifice, because it is that that compels me to this life of sacrifice.
I am thankful for this journey I am on, and eager to see how the Lord continues to grow me in the months to come. In less than four months I will be holding my sweet precious bundle of joy, and the sacrifice will have only just begun. I pray for a joyful heart full of gratitude each step of the way as I deny myself and sacrifice for the sake of the kingdom.
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