I see the finish line. Pardon me if my focus gets more fixated. :) Really. Last night, he saw it coming, grabbed my hands and said,
"No, don't do it...It's going to be fine..."
and the tears freely fell.
I know it could be called fear. I think I'm not good with unknowns. I like predictability and comfort. I like knowing that life will go on as I know it.
Yet, isn't life like that anyway? Isn't that why Jesus told us not to worry about tomorrow because there are enough concerns in the today? The very thing I am giving myself to walk in. Today. Resting in His hands like I'm on a large bed that won't ever disappear...in spite of how I feel, His hand remains.
This is one of the moments of my life where I give myself to the bigger picture.
A new life and person will make their entry into the world.