Sitting in Awe

There is something about pregnancy that brings me to my knees in awe of God's amazing design. Maybe it's the 10 hours the sperm has to pursue the egg (that could be a whole separate post!), or the 30 hours for the two to combine, or the 3-4 day trip it takes to get to the uterus, become a blastocyst, and burry into the uterine lining. Who knows...maybe its even that after it's a ball of 16 little cells, it turns into a baby. Yikes!

I remember watching this video when I first discovered I was pregnant that outlined the first 8 or 9 weeks of pregnancy. And as tears came to my eyes, all I could think was, how can people not believe in God? If I didn't already find it in nature, or the multiple events in my life that only could be orchestrated by a higher being, pregnancy has been a hands-down confirmation that God is incredible and knowing and pretty darn smart.

Not that I didn't already know that.

During my 15th week, I was unfortunate enough to experience the ever-dreaded cold--in pregnancy, this is increased ten-fold by your inability to take anything and the feared fact that a simple cold can turn into sinus infections, bronchitis, or worse, pneumonia or flu. I had known that during pregnancy, my immune system was lowered, making me much more susceptible not just to catching the cold, but to it turning into much more. I guess I just attributed this to the fact that my body was working to create the baby, and other things went left on the back burner, as often happens in times of high stress or after surgery. During my search of natural remedies, I stumbled across a trivia fact: when you become pregnanct, your body compromises its own immune system in order to keep your own antibodies from attacking and destroying the fetus.

How cool is that?

Sometimes I think I underestimate God. My body's decreased immune system is not reactive to the pregnancy...it's proactivity at its finest! How much more peaceful I would be if I took that into account on a daily basis and reminded myself that God is more interested in preventing disaster than in helping me get through it. Of course, if I encounter a trial based on my own human error or tendency to desire to take things into my own hands or just the nature of life, He will be there, hand's down, to help/guide/carry me through. But how much easier would it be if I summoned all of that trust into believing that He has my best in mind, and doesn't want me to go through valleys or fall into pits any more than I do. He wants me to get it the first time!

Now that's love.