Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Matthew 28: 19-20
Both times we’ve been pregnant we were trying and a positive test was the indicator. For a brief moment only God and I knew of my condition. I’d been told conception was close to impossible.
That being said, the first time our joy was uncontainable. Everyone that we wanted to know knew.
The second time was different. I was spotting with the positive test. The doctor conducted a very early sonogram.
“Cyst, cyst, cyst. Cyst, cyst, baby, maybe baby,” he could tell the difference. Despite an evident, steady, flicker the doctor offered no hope. No due date. And no bed rest could help this condition.
We didn’t broadcast our expecting. We didn’t want to let anyone down.
I compare this to my journey as a believer.
There was a time when only God and I knew of my salvation, and the world told me salvation was impossible. At first my joy was uncontainable, yet surrounded by little hope I hid my faith. In part, afraid of letting anyone down.
The third trimester there was no denying my expecting and on the arrival of our child there was no denying our blessing. Our condition showed.
Lord, may there be no denying my identity as Your child.