Having a set plan, schedule, or list is my recipe for sanity in life. I love a plan. I’m about as happy as the cat who fell into the pool when my plans get changed…so when I plan for, oh, say having a baby, I expect nine months before that baby gets here. That’s the schedule for a baby. Everyone knows that. Babies should know that. Well, apparently my little miss hasn’t gotten the memo. So, I’m taking a very un-planned vacation in my local hospital trying my best to get the little dear educated on such matters…or maybe God’s just trying to get me educated on a few things, come to think of it. Apparently things like patience, trust, faith, and prayer all need as much practice as I give to all my schedule writing. Who knew? I won’t go into a ton of detail, but it turns out my little girl number three is having some pretty significant growth delay due to an uncooperative placenta. Further observation shows that her heart rate is having a bit of time keeping steady. The jury is still out at this point whether I will be able to sit tight and keep her cooking for a few more weeks, or if it would better for her to go ahead and be born. As I am only 27 weeks with an extra small baby, now is really not the most optimal time for her to be making her grand appearance if you get my drift.
And so I get to be patient. And watch little yellow numbers flashing at me to tell me she’s ok. And pray a bunch. And trust that God knows what’s best for my family, and He’s taking care of things even better than all this amazing medical staff that’s been waiting on me hand and foot. Because there is one thing I know for a fact about God, and that is that He likes to make plans too.
Today is Easter, the day that represents the best made plan in history. This day represents how God took the mess called sin and created victory over it. Sin was man’s choice, but God in His mercy made a plan to free us from having to live under it’s power, and it’s ultimate eternal ruin. He planed us a way out, through His son Jesus Christ who paid sin’s debt for us by taking the punishment for sin on Himself. Easter represents how even the worst possible thing, death, was made into just a door for more life. Even death, the horrible result of man’s choice to sin, has a place in God’s plan.
When the doctors here tell me, just doing their jobs as doctors, that my little one has a chance of not making it…they are telling me the worst case scenario. It could happen. Couldn’t dying happen to anyone, anytime, on any day? Certainly! Accidents, illness, and tragedy don’t always wait until a person is ninety seven to strike, and we don’t always get the benefit of an advanced warning. Is death the worst thing that can happen? Not if you know the plan. The plan God gave us includes a wonderful thing called choice. We get to choose to accept his payment for our sin and have the solid assurance of knowing eternal life is just beyond that door of death…or we can choose to ignore the plan and deal with a death that never looses it’s grip and never stops for all eternity. There are two choices, and not because God is sadistic or controlling. If He was any of those things He would have left us to be doomed to the punishment required by the sin we chose as humans, the plan we made ourselves. But today is Easter. And He didn’t only leave us one choice.
I love the words that the angel told to the ladies who came to Jesus’ tomb on Easter morning, “He is not here: for he is risen, as he said” (Matt 28:6). Don’t you love that?…”as he said”…there were no surprises here. I bet that angle was slightly amused and was probably thinking, “What are you doing here people?! He already told you He wasn’t going to be here today!” He had it all completely under control before anybody ever laid a finger on Him. I fully subscribe to the notion that any life is valuable, even those in the womb, and we will make every effort humanly possible for this little one pounder to arrive in a timely and healthy fashion…but if things happen outside of our control, I’m fairly confident that the God who planed out the miracle of Easter in every perfect detail, has got a pretty good idea of what He is doing with a little person He gave life to at the very start. And just as He has a plan for my little girl, He’s got one for you and your troubles too. I’ll just bet you won’t find anything more comforting than that to munch on in your Easter basket!
P.S. As you might guess, this little hospital stay has thrown a slight wrench into my blogging schedule. Unless they want to let me out of bed to do a paint job on these amazing green walls for them, I think my DIYing days are over for the time being. Further posts will be subject to whatever decisions will be made regarding my pregnancy. Thank you for understanding and hope to see you around soon! Happy Easter!
Psalms 139:1-18 O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me. Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off. Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret,and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.