Pregnancy was not my favorite. Are mom's not supposed to say that? I didn't exactly have that pregnancy glow. I had heartburn and acid reflux 24/7 for all nine months. The only time I felt relief was if I was eating or drinking something. Maybe that is why my babies were all around the eight pound mark. No, you should not ask a pregnant lady "are you sure there aren't twins in there?" That does not end well, trust me.
"And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast." 1 Peter 5:10
Life has it's ups and downs. We are guaranteed to go through hard times. Becoming a Christian does not exclude anyone from that. But here is the good part, we know the ending. For Christians, it's a good one.
When I was pregnant, I knew what was coming at the end, a beautiful, sweet, little bundle of joy. I new the discomfort I was facing would be worth every second when I got to hold my precious baby for the first time. Every nauseous day didn't compare to the joy I felt loving my new mini me. The sickness ended immediately after each baby was born, so crazy how that works. I wouldn't change a thing about my pregnancies, because of my amazing reward at the end.
What is the saying, there are two guarantees in life, death and taxes? I could add suffering to that list, because we all will suffer at some point either physically or emotionally, probably both. When we keep our eyes on eternity, we know the suffering won't last forever. We know that our future holds a greater eternity than we could ever imagine. A future that guarantees peace and beauty and no more pain.
