Sacrifice

An hour drive to the midwife on Friday was worth every minute. Brandon and I heard a strong, powerful, heartbeat. Eva is growing at a perfect rate and this pregnancy is going better than the textbooks. A two hour drive to Baltimore on Friday (after the midwife appointment), allowed me to purchase Eva's bed (an Amby Hammock), and then return home in time to set it up before Brandon got home.

The more and more that I think about the reality of this child, this life, inside of me, I can't help but think about the goodness of God. Who am I, that He would send His beloved son for me? For me? He knows me better than I know myself. He sees every fault. Every disaster. Every place I fall short of His perfection, and yet He loves me unconditionally. He doesn't just love me, but He's in love with me. His daughter. His pride. His joy.

This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 1 John 4:10

To think that the God of the universe knows how many hairs are on Eva's head. To think that he's already handcrafted a destiny and a purpose for her. To think that if she were the only one on this earth, He would have still sent His son to die for her...for her. What a treasure. What a gift. This life. This daughter. I can not take this lightly. I am so overwhelmed by the love of our Father. Our daddy. God.

Jesus, it's my prayer. It's my prayer that you would teach me how to be just like you. My eyes are fixed on you. Every sacrifice and every heartache, Jesus, you are so worth it. Eva is worth it.

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