This morning as I lay on the couch doing some serious navel gazing, because that is what you do a lot of at this stage of pregnancy, I began to marvel at the miracle that was within me. Outlines of tiny hands and feet appear at random and remind me how blessed I am to be chosen to not only carry this new little one, but to bring him forth and give him a life. My thoughts began to turn to that passage in Luke that we refer to as the Magnificat. It really is a beautiful prayer of praise from a pregnant momma to the One who is the giver and sustainer of life itself.
“My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior, because He has looked with favor on the humble condition of His slave. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed, because the Mighty One has done great things for me and His name is holy. His mercy is from generation to generation on those who fear Him.” –Luke 1:46-50
I don’t claim to be anything like Mary, and while I think this baby I’m carrying is special, he’s definitely not the Savior. But I do relate to her prayer on a very personal level. When I look around and see all of the couples that struggle with infertility and loss, it humbles me greatly to know that God chose me to be a mother. I not only know my grandmothers, but my great-grandmothers, and even my great-great-grandmother. I grew up loving these women with a fierceness grown out of a tight bond of love.
When my great-great-grandmother and then my great-grandmother died a few years ago, I was devastated. It is true in this family that the children and grandchildren called these women blessed. The thought that the generations that will follow me may also call me blessed is both overwhelming and humbling at the same time. As I contemplate the responsibility that I carry, my heart once again turns to the One that not only formed me but is forming the one inside me. I am absolutely certain that without the guiding hand of the Savior I would totally make a mess of this motherhood thing. I easily get frustrated and weary with the same old, same old of parenting. But thankfully, Jesus speaks peace to my tired momma body and fills me with the ability to carry on for one more day. During this season of my life, I pray that I magnify Him.
Father in heaven, I praise You for giving me life that I may in turn produce life. I ask that You continually strengthen me, both physically and spiritually, as my time draws near to deliver this newest boy of ours. Father, I beg that You would grant my husband and me the ability to raise this little one in the light of Your Word. We know that we will be the first to introduce him to You. May that be an introduction that entices him rather than repels. We ask that You continue to strengthen our family relationship and help us to continue to center our home around You. Lastly, Father, I once again praise Your name for choosing me to be this child’s momma. Grant me the ability that will allow me to be worthy to call Your name. That for generations to come I will be called blessed, not for anything that I have done, but by Your hand alone. For You are worthy of all honor, glory and praise forever.