Defying Gravity

I have been out of the blogging world for at least two months, and although I first thought this to be a failure, I have recently decided that it was something to brag about.  In the past two months I have completed my Masters of Theology (Saturday), celebrated two years of marriage (yesterday), and have come to 13 weeks of  pregnancy.

I just spent way too much time deciding if I should put a picture of my pregnancy test on here.  I’ve decided against it.  It’s a baking blog.  Pee stick?  They just don’t go.  And that is what this 13 weeks has been about: unlikely things coming together.  Pregnancy was a surprise for us, a curve ball to say the least.  I felt like it just didn’t go.  It did not go with my plans for my career or the timeline my husband and I had planned.

And so, has been the last 13 weeks of our lives.  We have defied gravity.  The past 13 weeks have been marked with the usual, tired, hungry, emotional.  But also with the mourning of ending my three year career in seminary.  Am I ready to be done?  The answer came in a series of conversations I had with someone that questioned my choice of institution and the things that I was passionate about.  I was ready to be done because I am proud of the work I have done and the work that has been done in me.  It took a bit of persecution to understand how important it was to me.

And so again, as I walked across that stage, I defied gravity.  I decided on that day to be confident of the work that has been only just begun in my heart, and to share it.   I used to write, lots, and I will again.

Im prepared to defy gravity as long as it takes. To make a change and to be true to who God has called me to be.  You in?