Cherish the Movements

 

I feel like I have an alien in my belly. If you’ve ever been pregnant, you know what I mean.

Bump.

Wiggle.

Hiccup.

Poke.

Tickle.

Bump.

Thump.

And the fun goes on.

Here’s the problem. I’m not a touchy person. I don’t care to be hugged in most circumstances. Enter foreign-being to my belly and you can imagine my dismay. Something is moving inside of me that I can’t control and I can’t stop.

This morning, I woke up feeling those now familiar movements of Baby #3. I’m at just over 30 weeks in this third pregnancy. Despite the annoyances of never feeling alone and my belly moving without my consent, those kicks still have a comforting presence to them. They tell me that my baby is healthy and active… and alive!

It struck me this morning that each and every one is those movements need to be cherished. I don’t have much longer to feel those movements from Baby #3. Before I know it, he’ll be in my arms. I’ll never be able to care and protect him like this again. My womb will be vacant and who knows if God will bless it with another tenant or not.

Today, I meditate on these:

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Psalms 127:3 (ESV)

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. Psalms 139:13 (ESV)

And when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, the baby leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. Luke 1:41 (ESV)

Cherish. Cherish the movements in your womb and cherish those movements of those who run through your home today.

Original Photo Credit: Pregnant Woman by harinaivoteza (CC BY-SA)