I love everything about my Nora. I love how’s she so laid back, and yet so dramatic when she wants to be. I love the way she “dances” anytime music comes on, or the way she giggles uncontrollably at her brother’s antics. I love her fierce, determined spirit. I love the way little bubble skirts look on her. I love how she’s already got her daddy wrapped around her finger. I love the way her hair curls up when it’s humid out, and how sweet her smile is. Basically, I am desperately in love with this little girl God gave me.
Last year about this time I looked like some mixture between a beached whale/torpedo/prize winning watermelon. I was having painful contractions all the stinking time, my back was killing me, and I couldn’t sleep. Then I ended up in the hospital with pre-term labor and was put on full-stop bed rest, and my misery only got worse. At 37 weeks, when I came off bed rest, I was in so much pain I could hardly walk. What muscle tone I had left in my legs was met with shooting pains from contractions. The entire left side of my rib cage felt like it was going to explode. The next two and half weeks until I was finally induced were some of the longest days I have ever experienced, and I felt wholly helpless and incapable.
This morning as I watched my sweet little Nora Jane play, my heart so hopelessly in love with her, I realized that all that pain and discomfort and waiting was more than worth it. I would do it a thousand times over for the sweet doll that is my little girl.
If you’re going through hard times, press into God and keep persevering. Someday soon you may look back and realize that these hard times were worth it. You see, sometimes the hardest things we go through turn into the greatest blessings.
We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God: those who are called according to His purpose.