i drove away from my 37-week doctor's appointment yesterday in a so-so mood. not much change from 36 weeks, but the ob did comment on how the baby is "big enough! definitely big enough!" i was leaving the clinic, and as i was trying to decide exactly how to interpret that comment, a song came on the radio i'd never heard before. i don't know the name or the artist, but one line really struck me:
"oh, my God...He does not delay."
for some reason, the thought resonated loudly to my ultra uncomfortable, pregnant self. i am ridiculously ready for this baby to make her glorious appearance. like...yesterday. times 10. but her birthday is known to One and only One at the moment, and it's not a date He picked at the last minute or as the last item on His to-do list.
He does not delay. how incredibly comforting.
Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."