Celebrating Each Day of Hope

Baby Hope sucking on her hands (20weeks)

 Most of you would know by now that I am pregnant with my third child. She was conceived during a particularly trying time for me. I had just found out that my dad had leukemia. Three months later, dad passed away. Seeing death so up close made me really value the hope of eternal life we have in Jesus. So it seemed natural to name our bub Hope.

 Then at our routine 20 week ultrasound we found out that I had an incompetent cervix and was at risk of preterm labour. It hit me how much I took for granted that I would have a tiny newborn to cuddle at the end of nine months. The couple of weeks that followed were a whirlwind of doctors and nurses poking and probing, hospital stays and stitches then finally being bound to the bed/couch.

  Not knowing what will happen in the future, especially concerning a life, can be overwhelming. But I've come to realise that is how life is. We think we are in control but in fact, we can't predict what will happen the next hour. It is totally in God's hands whether He gives or takes away. Knowing God loves me helps me accept as good whatever might happen in the future. But it also reminds me that I need to hold dear whatever God has given me at the moment. And at this moment God has given me a precious gift of life inside my body. 

 Our little Hope's life has already started inside my womb and I will cherish each day she is here with us. Whether short or long, her life is meaningful to us and she is fiercely loved. We pray for Baby Hope every day and long to meet her face to face. But to our family, she is already a part of us.