It is a strange headspace to occupy. Only others who have been there can truly appreciate it. Nine months pregnant and waiting...Swelled with expectancy, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Enlarged in body and heart to receive a new life. You wait, on the precipice of a new season. It is imminent, and yet... It feels so far away. Each day is approached with the question 'will today be the day?' Hopeful and a little anxious, often uncomfortable and irritable...When will the day come? I find it bizarre to be so close to an event that is surely the epitome of the 'inevitable' and yet feel it is further from attaining than it ever has. So hard to see past the discomfort of today, to the joy of tomorrow.
I reflect on the spiritual parallels of this state (it does help pass the time!) Jesus likens the days preceding his return to 'birth pangs'. We don't know the hour of his return, but we know the season. Just as we don't know the day we will give birth, but surely the signs that the 'hour is near' are glaringly obvious. Though I think we are far thicker when it comes to discerning seasons that are spiritual. Look around the world today, surely we are in the season when his return is imminent? It would be foolish to ignore 'the signs of the times'. 'All creation groans as if in the pangs of childbirth'. The earth is groaning, we cannot go on like this indefinitely, something will happen. It is as inevitable as childbirth...
