That’s right, in less than 4 weeks (hopefully!) we will be welcoming our sweet boy into the world.
And it’s just now becoming real.
Not that it hasn’t felt real before- I’ve felt the kicks, or shall we saw acrobatics, taking place inside of me. I had the morning sickness. We set up a crib and the majority of his room. The cloth diapers have been purchased and pre-washed. His car seat is ready to go. Our stroller is assembled. But just this week, it hit me.
We are having a baby.
Don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely thrilled and SO excited to hold our little boy for the first time, but I don’t think there are any words to describe how nervous/slightly panicked/overwhelmed/unprepared I feel knowing that we are having a baby in a matter of weeks!
Thankfully, last weekend, my sister and I went to a Beth Moore study along with 7,300 other women and it was amazing. Worship like you wouldn’t believe, and a study that was so perfect for this exact season of my life. I’d been looking forward to this weekend every since I found out Beth was coming to our town, and prayed that baby boy wouldn’t arrive a month early and keep me from attending.
Beth spoke on Ecclesiastes 3:1-8…
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.”
Friday night, we left the seminar and Beth asked that we pray God would reveal which of these seasons we’re currently in.
Saturday morning came, and I still had no idea, but in her message on Saturday, Beth mentioned that often, there are things that you just know you need to get rid of. Things you need to kill. Whether it be a habit, a lifestyle, anything you’re holding onto that you know is not of the Lord.
Monday morning as I had my quiet time and continued to read over this passage, I realized it’s time to kill and pluck up some of what’s been planted.
In about a month, we’ll have a baby. We’ll be tired, (exhausted most likely), but overjoyed with our new bundle of joy. We’ll know a love that we’ve never known before.
We’ll be parents.
But in the meantime, there are some things that just need to be killed and uprooted.
More specifically Pinterest, and Facebook.
I waste hours on both those sites. I waste hours perusing photos of homes that I’ll most likely never be able to afford, finding craft projects that I don’t have time for, and pinning recipes I think look good, but Ian will never eat. I find myself clicking away onto a blog, then comparing myself to the woman behind the blog with the spotless home and perfect children. I find myself lusting after these lifestyles, when God has blessed me beyond belief with things I often overlook.
As for Facebook, I don’t even want to know the number of hours I’ve spent on Facebook during my lifespan. But again, it’s a way for me to waste time and compare myself to the lives of those around me (most of whom I haven’t talked to in ages).
And so, I’m learning what a season of killing and uprooting looks like:
Less time in front of a screen
More time in the Word.
More time with my husband.
More time to complete projects I started months ago.
More time to prepare for baby boy.
A sort of calm-before-the-storm if you will.
A storm that brings happiness, joy, late-nights, tears, frustration, laughter, and humility all at once.
Peace out Facebook and Pinterest. It’s been real, but we’ll keep our distance for awhile.