Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you…. You look in the mirror and do not recognize the girl staring back at you. That girl, the one who radiantly wore your skin, now looks worn, tired, and plagued by a silent war.
Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you….You are surrounded by a crowd of many, and yet, you feel alone, isolated, and slightly misunderstood. You hear the squeals of delights when others announce their impending motherhood, and all you hear is, “It’s not me.”
All you think is, “It may never be me.”
Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you….At one time, you believed in happy endings. Oh, you were not naive to the hardships of this world. You knew that not all of life’s wishes are granted. You understand that the Lord doesn’t give you more than you can handle, but this….this battle….is one you never imagined facing.
Instead, you thought, “One of these days, I will be this kind of mommy.” Or, “I cannot wait to see my child for the first time.” Here you are now, waiting to be the kind of mommy you promised yourself you would be. Here you are now, waiting to see your child for the first time.
And yet, that first time has not happened. You are a momma-in-waiting.
Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you….You have felt as though the Lord is not listening to you. You have pleaded, begged, and cried out, but all you get is silence in return, and doors closed, and negative tests, and doctors giving bad news. You nod your head, close your eyes, stare in the mirror at the girl you no longer recognize, and weep.
You feel lost in the midst of a million prayers. You might just be questioning your faith, or perhaps, your faith in His plan for your life. You do not know which one is worse – to doubt the Lord’s plan, or to doubt your faith in Him. Both cut like a knife. Both break your heart. Both do not resolve your struggle.
Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you….I was once like you. I knew I could not get pregnant, but I wondered, and waited. I stared at the mirror, and did not recognize the girl staring back at me. I felt forced into a war that I did not start. I felt like the loneliest person on Earth; even though, I was surrounded by many.
I too felt lost in the midst of a million prayers. I questioned my faith, doubted His plan, and wondered if either really mattered at all. I did not want to raise my white flag to surrender and give up, but I was sick of fighting. I was tired from carrying the burden of it all.
Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you….Do you want to know something? Sometimes, I still do not recognize that girl standing in front of the mirror. That girl, the one whose scars seemed more powerful than life, does not even see her scars anymore.
That girl, the one who doubted her faith in a redemptive and loving Lord, feels Him in the slightest of breezes, sees Him in the wonders of her children, and hears Him in the quiet moments of reflection. The girl, the one who used to believe that being a mommy was not in her plans, understands that her plans were so very small and narrow compared to the promises of God.
Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you….tell that girl in the mirror who you are. Remind her of who you once were. Tell her that she is not going to give up so easily. Tell her to be brave, to seek answers, to keep trying, and to take risks. Tell her to listen to the Lord….
….listen to Him.
Pssst….Hey Momma-in-Waiting. Yes, you….greater things are coming. Soon, your skin, the one once worn with radiance, will be radiant again. Soon, you will not recognize that war-torn girl staring back at you in the mirror.
Soon…yes, soon….you will no longer be a Momma-in-Waiting.
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