Preparedness

I keep thinking about the things we have done to prepare for the coming of our son. We have read books, articles, and websites. We have went to a class-an EIGHT hour class. We have spent lots of money to get everything he needs. We have quizzed other parents to find out about their experience. We have went to numerous doctor visits, even the hospital once. We have toured the hospital facilities. We have packed our bags and have them waiting by the door when the time does come. There has been a significant effort and a huge amount of time put into getting ready for him.

This isn't normal for me. Typically, I procrastinate. I put things off until the very last moment and do them with little to no time to spare. This time, however, I wanted to be ready.

There is one thing even bigger in life that we are supposed to prepare for. Unfortunately, I haven't put one-tenth of the effort into preparing for that as I have preparing for my baby. Jesus, prophets, and countless others preach to prepare for Christ coming, to be ready because you don't know the day or hour.

Like the birth of our child, we don't know the day or hour, but when it comes we are prepared. However, I question whether I am prepared for Christ's return. I often finding myself asking Him not to come, just yet. Give me time, allow me to find the right guy. Allow me to get married. And now, allow me to see my baby. This is wrong, I know it but somehow I just can't utter "Come now!". I know what awaits us is not comparable to any other experience we have ever had here on earth, yet I am unable to put the earthly things aside and to just want God.

Am I the only one, is there anyone else who can relate? Am I the only one who is putting off preparing for Christ's return?

Two more weeks (or three)

Well, the time and hour are quickly approaching when Greg and I will be making that hurried trip to the hospital. I have spent a lot of time wondering when it will happen, how it will happen, and the events that will transpire hours later. I have dreamed of holding my little boy in my arms, but who knows what that will really be like until it happens.

At this point in the pregnancy (just about 38 weeks), I am getting anxious. Anxious to care for another human, to be responsible for his moral upbringing, material needs, support, and love. However, more than anything I just want him to be here. I want to see Greg as a daddy. I want to hold this little life that I have been carrying around for nearly ten months.

I am so excited to make my parents first-time grandparents, my brothers uncles, my granparents great-grandparents, and so on. The family is excited too. I get calls and emails everyday asking about my health and the baby's.

It will be a wonderful day when Carson arrives. God has blessed us. Soon, very soon!