Our youngest son was sick today and stayed home. I hope (and pray) that it is nothing serious and he seems to be fine now, thank goodness.
Nearly twelve years ago, probably around this time, I found out I was expecting him, and it was a miracle. Truly.
I know every child is a miracle, but in this case I didn’t even realize I was expecting until I was around thirteen weeks pregnant.
I was worried. I hadn’t taken prenatal vitamins. I had had a couple of glasses of wine. I hadn’t eaten enough fruits or vegetables!
In The Bible in Philippians 4: 6-7 it says to not worry:
6-7 Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.
Because I was in a “high risk” category, I had to go to get a Level II sonogram.
I can remember lying there trying to figure out which body part was which on the black and white sonogram pictures. It all looked alien to me.
Then, the sonogram technician said, “Hmmm…. I’ve never seen that before”.
Those words cause you to fret AND worry!
And, then she showed me the most miraculous picture… our baby was giving me the peace sign.
Yes, FROM THE WOMB.
My God wanted me to have a visual reminder that I really shouldn’t fret or worry.