With the common test just around the corner, I begin to empathize with expecting mothers wherever they may be.
Our predicament is fairly similar. After two terms of sowing, I am anxious to see the delivery of 81 different results. I would wish that each will carry a testimony of success, but as any experienced mom will tell you, the route to giving birth is not without its risks.
Prenatal scanning may show defects in the baby perhaps. Or in my case, a review of concepts showed serious flaws that pointed towards early miscarriage. My heart floundered for a little while, worried sick that the labour of love and time is a labour lost.
The prospect of tragedy two weeks before delivery led me to some serious soul searching. Has my confidence blinded me from the tell-tale signs of imminent failure? Or perhaps the cool exterior of a growing foetus belies a deeper problem I have so miserably failed to detect?
But the Lord is sovereign.
He will deliver.
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