A Mother’s Heart

I’m pregnant. About to pop, really.

Eight months or so ago, when the faint double pink line emerged from underneath my pee stream, I gobbledeecroomageaddeon! What is gobbledeecroomageaddeon!, you ask? Why it’s the feeling a woman gets when the test says yes. For some, gobbledeecroomageaddeon! equals elation. For others, terror. My gobbledeecroomageaddeon! was: there’s a herd of buffalos stampeding towards me but I can’t run because I’m a MERMAID!!

Or something like that.

And so, as I attempted to flop my fin-butt away from charging, oversized mammals, it quickly became evident that I could not. JESUS, HELP!

I was not big-belly, serene mamamaid overnight:

Nope.  That “pregnancy glow” was my sweat glands vomiting.

My brain went something like this:

I have no idea what I’m doing. How can I be a mom?! I don’t know how to care for a baby. Let alone raise a child. What if this, what if that, what if….. GOBBLEDEECROOMAGEADDEON!!

With all things, God’s way is the truth. I gathered my placenta brain and opened the Bible.

BAM! 

Fear is not from God!

Father, I thank You that You have not given me a spirit of fear. I thank You for giving me a Spirit of power, of love, and of self-control.

Slowly, like the bun rising in my oven, God delivered me from fear by helping me respond in faith towards scripture.

God gives us, not some, but ALL things needed for life and godliness!

In Christ, I have everything I need to be this baby’s momma.

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.

Psalm 23:1

 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places

Ephesians 1:3

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Philippians 4:13

When curious friends, family, and strangers touching my tummy ask if I’m scared to give birth or raise a human, I smile and express gratitude towards God. Jesus changed my motherhood, my gobbledeecroomageaddeon!, from fear to faith.