Daily Devotional

16.5 Hours Of Labor

What’s up, peeps??  I know it’s been well past a minute since I’ve spoken to you.  I started a bible study on Metamorphosis and stopped abruptly.  I know, it’s kinda hard to trust someone who is so inconsistent.

Grace.  It’s a beautiful thing.

I’ve been through quite a metamorphosis of my own which is why I haven’t been blogging.  This has been hard.  You do know that in order for a caterpillar to become a butterfly, it has to die. DIE. It’s not doing an Optimus Prime trick and transforming from semi into a robot.  Nope.  It dies.  That’s what has happened in my life.  Three months of dying.  And it’s been rough.

Yesterday, I woke up with the song “Joy To The World” playing in my head.  Only the first verse, though, because I don’t know the words to the rest of the song.  I brushed it off, but this morning, there it was again.  It came with something else this time – a question.

God brought to mind how happy I was when I found out I was pregnant with my first child.  I was over the moon with joy.  Here’s why: I was engaged and my fiance’ wanted children and I wanted so badly to give him children.  There was a problem, though: I was told I couldn’t have children.  My uterus was extremely scarred and my doctor told me to let that dream go.  I couldn’t.  I prayed and prayed, petitioning God for a child.

The day I found out I was pregnant was by far the most joyous day I’d had in my life up to that point.  I remember dancing with the stick from the pregnacy test, thanking and praising God for the life that was growing inside of me.  I WAS PREGNANT!  When I told my fiance’, he was so excited – he even did cartwheels all the way down the hallway.  I was pregnant!

And then I was pregnant.

Forty weeks of pregnant.  Morning sickness, acid reflux like nobody’s business, and a sciatic nerve that got on my nerves – forty weeks of that.   Not to mention that I went through 16.5 hours of labor before Miss Alexandria blessed us with her beautiful presence.  You did see that I said I went through 16.5 hours of labor, right? I want to make sure you didn’t miss that. As I settled in on that fun fact (16.5 hours of labor) this morning, God asked me a question.

How is it you remember the painful 16.5 hours of labor and how difficult the pregnancy was, but you forget the joy you felt when you found out you were pregnant?

Joy to the world.

Can you imagine the joy the people in Scripture felt when it was prophesied that a Messiah would come?  When the hope they were praying for was declared by prophets? Aww man! I bet they were over the moon!  But then they had to wait, and the waiting wasn’t easy.  They went through a lot of pain and suffering each year that they waited for a Savior.

Joy to the world, the Lord is come.

I know that last year wasn’t a walk in the park for any of us and it is easy to remember the bad parts.  Don’t pretend they didn’t happen, but don’t give them more lip service or mind space than you do the joyous parts.

Remember this in 2020.

1 thought on “16.5 Hours Of Labor”

  1. You’re amazing!!! Just what I needed to hear!! Change my focus to see His Joy in the midst of Him fulfilling His promises!!


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