33.03 – To Be Rescued

So ready to hold his son!
So ready to hold his son!

33 weeks.  3 days.

Lukas is moving ridiculously inside my body.  I love it.  I’m still sleeping soundly through the night with just a few trips to the bathroom and the awareness of an occasional jolt inside of me.  I’m pretty good at ignoring the nightly movements and letting myself sleep. 

Last week, at 32 weeks and 5 days, we had a bit of a scare.  I had to make an IMG_2686emergency appointment due to strange symptoms I was having throughout the day.  I won’t go into detail but turns out Lukas is eager to meet everyone and live his life.  Much like his parents.  This little guy is ready for some adventure.

Needless to say, it’s too early for adventure, so I’ve been forbidden to exercise.  Guys.  This is terrible.  No more running.  No more squatting.  No more weight training.  For the next 3 weeks.  I’m so excited though.  This means he’s REAL.

This means he’s really in there and alive and excited and scared and energetic.  This means we get to meet him real soon.  I’m even more excited because I know he will be loved, not just by me, but so many people around Dallas and around the world.  I can already see how people are actively loving him and he doesn’t know it.  People we just met love him… for no reason at all!  Just because he exists.

Isn’t that a sweet reminder of God’s grace in our lives and His love for us?  God loves us so much, for nothing we have done.  He just loves us because that is who HE is.  He just LOVES us, even while we were yet sinners.

I know the pressure is on for the parent of this decade to raise the perfect child, or the genius child, or the super star child, or the ultra talented child.  Have him potty trained by his first year, reading by 2, and writing books by 3.  This is just ridiculous. 

My heart’s cry and desire is for the sinner inside of me to be rescued by Jesus, just as his parents were.  Undeserving.  Unworthy.  Rescued.


Thank you for reading.

P.S. I wish you could see him moving, but he won’t let me record him.  You’ll see him soon enough.


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