I’m Expecting

Let’s not get beside ourselves. There is no human fetus currently residing in my uterus, but I’m expecting. I’m pregnant with something. I just don’t know what it is. Sometimes I think it’s a book or a series of books. Sometimes I think it’s a top of the line event planning empire. Not company….empire.

My cousin says that she always goes to church expecting to get what she needs. She specifically prays that God will give her a Word just for her. And she hasn’t been disappointed. He’s always delivered.

Now, I’m expecting. And it’s scary. I suppose I’m 2 weeks along in this pregnancy. I know how this pregnancy came to be. Obviously God planted this seed. BUT WHAT IS IT? Am I going to get an ultrasound from Him at some point so I can see how this baby is progressing?

My brother gave me interesting feedback last night. He read the blog. He said I was being transparent-ish. His perspective is different because he’s walked through so much of my life story with me. In each story, he sees that I could have been more open and vulnerable. I explained that I cried while typing many of them. He said he got that but would it be possible to dig dipper?

Ugggh….little brothers. But feedback is helpful. Man, labor is messy….and painful….and unpredictable. Nobody can tell you how long it’s going to last. I’ve seen some natural childbirths, and I’m telling you now Lord….run me that epidural! I’ve got nothing to prove.

I’m expecting. At times, I’m excited. Something is about to be birthed. The unknown puts me on edge though. I’m a planner, and I can’t plan this one out. It’s all in God’s hands. You’re all invited to my reveal party. I guess we’ll discover what it is together. #wepreach