Today is my due date. I did not plan to, but ended up spending a few minutes this morning taking time to grieve a baby I miscarried at 12 weeks pregnant a number of years ago. I don’t know whether this baby will come today or sometime in the next few days or will need to be induced, whether labour will go well or not, what labour will be like (apart from hard and painful – terms that are hard to quantify in a real way without having done it before), whether we’ll be okay, whether I’ll be a good parent, whether we’ll have a good baby. On the 13th January all those years ago, the day after my miscarriage, I made a note in my prayer diary of Isaiah 45:11-12, which says:
“Thus says the Lord, the Holy One of Israel, and the one who formed him: “Ask me of things to come; will you command me concerning my children and the work of my hands? I made the earth and created man on it; it was my hands that stretched out the heavens, and I commanded all their host.”
God was in control over that situation, and there is great peace, comfort and hope in knowing that He is in control as I wait in this situation.