I remember when I was in labor with my kids.
I remember the pain. I remember the contractions. I remember how they increased in pain and intensity. I remember when they got closer and closer together.
Then I remember the lull.
There was a phase between the pain and the pushing when everything just seemed to be still.
It wasn't long. After the pain came the pushing.
Spiritually speaking, I feel like I am in transition.
I want to write, but I don't have anything to say.
I feel like I have labored here. I have poured out my self and poured it into this blog. Like actual labor, sometimes it feels just like pain and effort without a purpose. I can't see any progress or effect, I don't know if it is accomplishing anything, but I press through, ride it out. I hope it's effective, but whether it is or not, I just hang on, because there is no other option.
Spiritually speaking I feel like I am in the lull. The pushing and production are ahead, but for now, I wait. Everything is still.
I want to write, but I have nothing to say.
I'm weary from the efforts.
I can only hope that there is a birth up ahead.
Like as I awaited the arrival of my children, I find myself wondering.
What will it look like?
What will it be?
I don't know, but I long to.
I'm waiting for the moment...
When the lull is over...
And I know I can wait no longer...
It has to be birthed...
And it is finally time to push.
In Jesus' name....