I remember those last few weeks of my pregnancy with my son. After an almost premature delivery at 31 weeks, I was sent home on strict bed rest. Unlike Mary, I was not traveling on a donkey across towns. Instead, I was lying in bed for weeks, alone, or almost alone, for most of the time, which I imagine, was still better than traveling on a donkey at full term.
I ate meals that my husband lovingly prepared for me before he left for work in the morning. I read What to Expect When You’re Expecting, which no pregnant woman should ever read, by the way. I watched episode after episode of Clean House on HGTV, wishing I could get up and do just that. I listened to Mozart and Vivaldi, hoping the child in my belly would be born with a taste for classical music (which he does)! But most of all…I waited and I prayed.
I prayed more during those weeks at home in bed than I have ever prayed in my life. I prayed prayers of thankfulness that another day went by without me going into labor. I prayed prayers of petition that the Lord allow Leonardo to make it to at least 36 weeks. I gave thanks for Len, my husband and my rock. I prayed that Leonardo would be healthy, smart and handsome. I prayed that my labor would be easy. I even prayed to Mother Mary for the first time. I prayed for all mothers and mothers-to-be. I prayed for everyone who had ever been born! And the list goes on…
I waited and I prayed. While most enormously pregnant moms-to-be clean, shop, cook, nest…I was forced to rest. God made me slow down. I had to wait. I had to pray.
It was like Advent.
And it was perfect.
Thank you, God.
I hope your advent is full of prayerful waiting and peaceful resting.