“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.” 1 Corinthians 13: 12
I am reminded of this verse as I enter the final stretch of pregnancy. I have been blessed with a relatively smooth 7 months so far. While the first few months were somewhat unpleasant, they weren’t nearly as difficult as they could have been, and my second trimester most definitely fit the (again, relatively) “feel good” description that all the books and magazines applied to it. Now, however, I am in the third trimester, and things are starting to really become rather uncomfortable. My belly is growing by the week, making it increasingly difficult to perform even such mundane tasks as putting on sandals. I have to sleep in what feels like a nest of pillows because of all of the aches and cramps that bombard me one by one in the middle of the night, making the last time I slept a full night a distant memory. My stomach is now feeling the effects of having a growing baby squishing it, causing mealtimes to be rather brief, as not much food fits inside of it at one time. I feel like a walking furnace. My brain is not working properly (ever heard of “pregnancy brain”?) and my emotions are undoubtedly out of whack. (With all this in mind, you can imagine the state I was in tonight I as I tried to feed my stomach dinner in the humidity as a wave of inexplicable pregnancy-brain-induced panic set in — oh yes, and I had a leg ache, too!).
And I still have the labor ahead of me… oh boy.
If anyone tells you that, physically, pregnancy is a perfectly comfortable thing, they need to get down on their knees and confess that they are a liar. 🙂
HOWEVER…the physical discomfort is not the end of the story, and certainly not the best part of the story! There is a baby boy growing inside of me! A beautiful little baby boy that is part me, part Mark, and all from God. When we first discovered he was there, he was barely the size of a sesame seed. Now, just a few short months later, he has bones and muscles and kicks me so hard that I wake up in the middle of the night. He swims, he moves, he does backflips, and his every future movement is already plotted out in God’s book (Psalm 139). He is a miracle!
I can often place my hand on my stomach and feel various baby body parts slide across my belly. Was that an elbow? An arm? A knee? A nose? I find myself curious to see what he looks like…curious to see exactly what it is that I am feeling. Yet – curiously – I already have a strong and growing love for this boy in my heart! I was pondering this the other day as that verse came to mind…
“…now we see as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.”
The image I have of my little boy is still very limited – yet I know he is there, and I have the promise that in just a few short months I will be able to do much more than get faint brushes against his little arms and legs. I will be able to see him and fully understand his identity.
Then it hit me that this is what life is like, isn’t it. So often full of pain and discomfort, yet we are moved along by faith in the promise of what is to come, though at this point we only can feel (comparatively) faint “brushes” against God.
Maybe this is one of the reasons God made the third trimester so uncomfortable! 🙂
(Childbirth, on the other hand, was Eve’s fault…see Gen. 3:16)