14:43.

Ruminations
(while on the final lap)

Like a woman with child, we have faith that every symptom we feel now points to a birth that is on its way. We put up with nausea, dizzy spells, swollen feet, bloated faces, water rentention, loss and gain of appetite, hormonal changes, how our actual body morphs... because we believe that we are carrying something that's growing and coming to completion within. That within the concave of our being (or if in keeping with the parable of the pregnant woman, her belly), we believe there's the fruit of what's to come. When it's due.

So like the pregnant woman in the Bible who forgets the pain of the childbirth when she holds her newborn in her arms, Dad, we fully expect that the coming fruit we see and receive will be so awe inspiring that the pain of getting there becomes insignificant.

A woman with child doesn't doubt that she carries a new life within and that it is a new life that will be born forth when it comes to the end of her term.

So it is. With every part of our beings, this feels the same.

Our time has to come. At the end of the term of wrestling and struggling, the beginning of a new life, of the fruit of what we have sown... is coming.

It's irrefutable.

Dad, You got to come through for us.

We trust You, love You and honour You.

You rock.