My baby sister is fixin’ to have a baby tomorrow, y’all (she lives in the South now). Well, tomorrow’s her due date, I should say. I reckon lil’ Miss Mia will come out when she’s good near ready.
And I think I’m confusing South Carolina with Mississippi. Or Kentucky.
Speaking of, I met the sweetest gal from Kentucky at the Siesta Celebration in Houston. She told us how she’d stopped at Subway before coming to the church and ordered a sub on white bread. The employee looked at her, looked back at all the loaves, looked back at her and said, “I’m sorry. We don’t have that kind of bread.” (You know–Waaaat bread.)
Oh, wow. Digress much?
I’m not used to being this far away from a sister/sister-in-law when a niece or nephew is getting ready to be born. I have seven (nieces/nephews, not sisters). Four I met before they left the hospital, and three I met within a few days. I don’t know when in the world I’ll get to meet Mia, and I could just bawl. (I love you, Stephi!)
Speaking of love and childbirth, we were at Life Group (a small group of people from our church that meet to discuss the morning’s sermon and pray for each other and stuff) on Sunday night, and we were talking about loving people. Specifically, people who are difficult to love (at least in our estimation).
I have this little saying that I’ve written down in a partially-finished book. As far as I know, I thought it up myself. (Kind of like the Get-Out-Of-Sex-Free Card from Blushing Bride. Anyway.) We girls were outnumbered by the guys in our group, so I hesitated for a second before I said it, then decided to just blurt it out.
“Some people you just can’t love without an epidural.”
Meaning, some people are just easy to love. They do things that I like, they say things that make me feel good, they don’t chomp ice or their gum really loudly. I can love them naturally, in my own strength, with little to no pain.
Then there are the other people. The ones who make me cringe. The ones who get under my skin. The ones who have hurt me in the past, and I’m holding on to bitterness. The ones who suck me dry. The ones who I wish God would stop blessing because goodness knows, they don’t deserve it.
Awful. I know.
But it is what it is. And I am called to love. I have no excuse. When I find myself face-to-face (or cyber-face-to-face) with someone I just can’t love naturally, I call for the Anesthesiologist. And unlike the anesthesiologist at the hospital, He’s always there, Big Huge Needle at the ready. All prepped for the God-Epidural to be injected into my poor little back.
(This is why I thought the guys in our group might not appreciate the illustration. Surprisingly, they were all over it.)
If you’ve had an epidural, you know they don’t always take away all the pain (both of mine did–praise the Lord!). You still have work to do. And eventually, it’s gonna wear off. But the pain of natural childbirth is yow! (been there, done that too)
Bringing it back to our lives today, my question is this: What one thing in your life right now are you trying to do naturally, on your own, when you really need to swallow your pride and ask for a God-epidural? Anybody brave enough to share?