|I can't wait to kiss my real baby boy, |
not just a picture of his giant head :)
I love knowing that Rog is a boy. It was wonderful to pray for my baby before, but now it's so much more rich and deep. I pray for the older brother he'll be, that he'll be a defender and protector of his younger siblings, especially his sisters. I pray for the godly man that he will become, asking Jesus to help Jason and I to raise Roger well and be used to instill in him a deep, steadfast love for God. I pray that he'll unwaveringly believe that the Father is good and loves him, that he'll be secure in that and live out of an intimate and thriving relationship with his ultimate Father. I pray for him as a son, that he'll be obedient and that his daddy will live out the truths that we desire to see in Roger--a humble heart, repentant, secure in being loved, filled with joy in being free and forgiven.
I pray that I will be a godly mother, that when he seeks a wife one day he'll have a high godly standard set by having a mama who loves Jesus and nurtured, instructed, served, and shepherded him well. I pray for the husband and father he'll be, if that's the Lord's calling on his life. I pray for his personality, that Jason and I would seek redemption for who God is making Rog to be and that we won't try to mold him to fit a personality we think looks best on our son. I pray for his work ethic, that he'll see in his daddy what it looks like to work hard, to be diligent, to be a provider, and to find joy in this role as a man. I pray for his talents, that we would nurture and guide him in the ways God has gifted him, that he'll seek to be great at all he does for the glory of God, to serve others, and to bring him joy.
I love knowing that my baby is my son. I feel a little wistful, wondering about my daughter that doesn't exist yet besides, Lord willing, an egg floating around in my ovaries somewhere. But I'm overjoyed at the prospect of having a son. I can't wait to meet him! A friend had her first baby, also a son, just last Friday, and seeing the pictures of her and her husband holding him, meeting him for the first time, overflowing with love for this little tiny mini-man who has been with them for 41 weeks but who they just now get to meet face to face... oy! It's just so beautiful. I started crying. Being pregnant, seeing that as a future reality and not only a future hope just changes everything.
God is good in giving 40 weeks for praying and preparing, but I sure can't wait to meet my baby boy. March 3, or thereabouts, cannot come quickly enough!