I want Grandpa Vanderlaan to be Great-Grandpa Vanderlaan.
I want my beautiful Aunt Teresa to hold her great niece or nephew.
I want Marissa to giggle and laugh about me having a baby.
I want Tai Tai to see her legacy of loving Jesus go to the fourth generation.
I want Caitlin, in her God filled heart, to share her sweet love and joy for this new baby and us.
And then I am overwhelmed by the love from those around me right now. I have always been pretty self-sufficient, but not so recently. This pregnancy has wiped me off my feet and out of commission. Here is just a glimpse of the blessings I am counting.
Matthew being a selfless servant leader.
Students being okay if I have to eat all the time and break our school food rules.
Mama sending me cards about everyday to cheer me up and keep me going.
Students saying their praise during praise and prayer request time is that I'm having a baby.
Students praying that I don't feel nauseated anyone.
Heather giving me apple butter and ginger tea in a Christmas bag at church when I posted I was loving apple butter.
Students asking if I feel okay today. One in particular asks me almost everyday.
Leslie bringing me ginger-beer to see if it helped with the nausea and lemon ginger tea.
A student yesterday noticed that I wasn't feeling very good and said that if I needed any help he would help me. It warmed my heart.
New friends Kristy & Joel expecting a baby a few weeks before ours. Their empathy and understanding.
Julie subbing for me the last three Wednesdays so I could have time to rest.
People being kind or understanding when I can't stay long at an event, or snack on food in church.
Matthew reading devotions to me because I am too nauseated to read.
Dawn being so kind and understanding at school when I need to rest in the office or just sit for extra time at my desk.
A student giving me an arrowhead just because.
Nicole stepping in as a sub when I couldn't go on the field trip.
The collective and individual prayers of so many people.
This week at school was long because of parent-teacher conferences. We got to school extra early and stayed extra late. But what brought tears to my eyes this week was not the extra hours or exhaustion, but all the kindness that just keeps pouring out. God has given us many blessings. I want to count them all and share them with our baby.
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