Callum Aung arrived. Not now but on 11th of December 2012. My 2nd child. A new son.
His arrival meant a few things:
1. I can shut off many mouths that asked, " When is the next one coming?"
2. I now have to divide my time and resources and food by 4.
3. My darling oven can now officially retire after so many half-baked turnouts these few years. Sex is no longer for pro-creation ha ha ha... but what sex now with a newborn?
And the list goes on.... a new child meant many things but to me, above all, it meant that my crop that God promises had been harvested.
In the last ectopic pregnancy- I almost swore that this would be the last attempt, I had a dream - not sure if you call that dream...... or more of floating off..... right after my surgery. The word of God came to me and ask me to read James chapter 5 verse 7. When I woke up from my sleep. I was thinking to myself, is this really the word of God that is speaking to me. What if the joke was there is no James chapter 5 verse 7...... I quickly took out my iphone and I googled. And there it was.
The verse reads:
Be patient, therefore, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. Behold, the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient over it until it receives the early and the late rain.
I pondered over the above verse and frankly, I was more of "Sarah" and doubted that God was seriously asking me to give it another shot and be patient? Is this what He was trying to tell me? I kept this to myself and a few close people. After all, a false prophet will be stoned to death!
This verse gave me somewhat a consolation that I have to be patient. The best is yet to come. The precious fruit needed the right season and the Lord will deliver it and I just have to wait. Hope for the best and wait. Waiting is not mother's nature, at least not this mother.
Less than a year later, I became pregnant. And... things just progressed. The heartbeat was detected. The growth was good. The blood works looks fine..... and week 38 came and my gynae checked me and said, you know your cervix is like errmmmmm a ripe papaya ( a fruit!) and it is soft now and is ready.
I harvested the crop with a heart full of thanksgiving. I pray that my newborn will have a heart full of His love and obedience of Him. A heart that seeks His face and his will.
My fruit! I must say, this is a darn- good looking plumpy fruit! The Aungs finally became 4.
His arrival meant a few things:
1. I can shut off many mouths that asked, " When is the next one coming?"
2. I now have to divide my time and resources and food by 4.
3. My darling oven can now officially retire after so many half-baked turnouts these few years. Sex is no longer for pro-creation ha ha ha... but what sex now with a newborn?
And the list goes on.... a new child meant many things but to me, above all, it meant that my crop that God promises had been harvested.
In the last ectopic pregnancy- I almost swore that this would be the last attempt, I had a dream - not sure if you call that dream...... or more of floating off..... right after my surgery. The word of God came to me and ask me to read James chapter 5 verse 7. When I woke up from my sleep. I was thinking to myself, is this really the word of God that is speaking to me. What if the joke was there is no James chapter 5 verse 7...... I quickly took out my iphone and I googled. And there it was.
The verse reads:
Be patient, therefore, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. Behold, the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient over it until it receives the early and the late rain.
I pondered over the above verse and frankly, I was more of "Sarah" and doubted that God was seriously asking me to give it another shot and be patient? Is this what He was trying to tell me? I kept this to myself and a few close people. After all, a false prophet will be stoned to death!
This verse gave me somewhat a consolation that I have to be patient. The best is yet to come. The precious fruit needed the right season and the Lord will deliver it and I just have to wait. Hope for the best and wait. Waiting is not mother's nature, at least not this mother.
Less than a year later, I became pregnant. And... things just progressed. The heartbeat was detected. The growth was good. The blood works looks fine..... and week 38 came and my gynae checked me and said, you know your cervix is like errmmmmm a ripe papaya ( a fruit!) and it is soft now and is ready.
I harvested the crop with a heart full of thanksgiving. I pray that my newborn will have a heart full of His love and obedience of Him. A heart that seeks His face and his will.
My fruit! I must say, this is a darn- good looking plumpy fruit! The Aungs finally became 4.
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