It snowed again today. A friend of mine lives in Canada and told me once that waiting for spring feels like a woman waiting for the birth of a child. You wait and anticipate and have a date in mind when you think the journey should be done and that baby in your arms. You go into labor, or so you think, only to have everything stop…and you wait some more.
Spring, like babies, comes when it good and well pleases and not a moment before. But the waiting, the hoping, the thinking you’re almost there to have everything stop and start again—
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12 (ESV)
Life lately has felt a little like labor pains. I know there are good things on the other side. I know the wait will be worth it. But sometimes it’s hard to keep believing in all I can’t yet see—spring, answers, new life in dead places, fruit for the labor that right now only blisters my fingers and leaves me weary in hoping for a someday harvest.
Like a woman waiting for a baby, I know false labor doesn’t mean the baby’s not coming—it just means the baby’s not coming right now. I’ve felt those false pains before and can assure you that all the promises in the world that your baby will still come and soon—just not today—don’t make you feel any better in the moment. False labor hurts just like real labor and the waiting hurts even more.
But this is where we live this side of heaven—in the now but not yet. We carry eternity with us every single day but cannot yet enter into it. We taste it, get glimpses of what is and what’s to come—but the satisfaction of true fulfillment is not yet in our grasp. We are always waiting for something east of Eden.
Questions unanswered. Problems unsolved. Planting seeds for the promise of life and growth tomorrow in exchange for sore backs and weary hearts today. We can get around a lot of things in this life but we can’t get around time. We can’t make it move faster or slower. We can’t hold onto it or demand it leave us alone. We are made for eternity and a different kind of time but are bound here in mortality for a little while and must learn to submit to the seasons of this life—both in nature and our sojourning hearts.
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9 (ESV)
Today, I wait for spring. I wait for the fruit of my labor. I know I will get answers and someday I will see all of this waiting from the other side. Just like I hold my babies and think a million times over how they were worth the waiting and the labor (both false and real). So someday I will look back on a weary season of sore backs and blistered hands and know the harvest at my feet was worth the labor and the waiting.
We journey on. Let us not grow weary, friends.
10 thoughts on “Labor Pain”
Beautifully Said Kari! I too am in Canada and we just had a taste of Spring, then it snowed all day and night yesterday. I feel your pain! I have decided to laugh in the face of adversity. The labor pains, even as false labor, means the body is getting ready to do something miraculous and spectacular! Our children are such treasures and like you said, worth the waiting and the pain. This morning the snow has stopped and the Sun is shining. I hold on to hope that this will be the best Spring/Summer yet. Your article reminded me of this scripture:
For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have?But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
May God Bless you richly in this season of waiting Kari!
That scripture is perfect…a reminder that faith you can see is not faith at all…we must hold on and hope in what we can’t yet see. I hope springs finds its way to Canada soon and is the best one yet as you said ❤
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So, beautifully said. And like labor pains, the mother forgets them all once she sees the face of her child, willing and able to have another.
Exactly so…it will all be worth it when we see it from the other side.
I think this spring has been the longest labour ever! What a good analogy.
I know, I think ill sit and cry if it snows again 😉
Thank you for your thoughts. I enjoy reading it. Anita Helliwell.
Thank you for reading and for the encouraging words 😊
Spring is coming, just like babies DO get here…in their own time. Thank you for the wonderful reminder that we are on an eternal journey, our time here cannot be rushed thru or made to slow down, and so we need to remember to savor the time God has granted us.
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A hard lesson but one God keeps bringing to me day after day after day ❤