Encouragement

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Here I stand, belly ballooned, feet swollen, tired of the incubating process of the bundle of life, dreams, aspirations and greatness that lies inside of me. Not by mistake but by the Master’s own design.
I have carried you, nursed you, fed you, and been on my best behaviour knowing what a precious thing I carry in my womb; the womb that incubates greatness, the womb that incubates the Master’s own design. I have exercised my muscles to ensure that I am strong and well when it’s time for you to show forth and manifest in all your splendour unto the world.
The journey bittersweet, the first few months filled with joy, expectation and amazement, that one seed would collide with a part of me and conceive something so unimaginable! Though joyful, my mind wonders, so many “what ifs” yet I remain in faith believing that though it may tarry you will surely come to pass! Though unable to see you, I feel you! The experts tell me you are growing and your substance is forming and I am reminded you are by the Master’s design!
Sailing through the months, my whole system begins to change, aligning itself to make the environment conducive to your being and development. I begin to expand, to grow; suddenly everyone knows there is something growing inside of me. You begin to move and show me that you are growing and developing. Just then it becomes so real, that I am about to give birth to something unimaginable, indescribable, whose process of formation is so hidden yet so magnificent! Unseen yet felt! Even the world can testify by looking at me that I was carrying something that would soon live.
What I did not know is that the unimaginable would come with pain, not just pain, but a lot of pain, sometimes it seemed unbearable. As you begin to expand, I begin to feel uncomfortable, wondering if little me has the capacity to carry the magnitude of who you are threatening to become.
Pain; from the changing of my being, my perfectly crafted body now humongous. Looking big, maybe even ugly! Feet swollen, back aching, unable to enjoy the freedom of movement as and when I wish. But all that is but a drop in the ocean!
Here I am hours before your grand arrival, in the delivery room, screaming, hurting beyond expression, “hold on honey, you are almost there” he says, what he doesn’t know is am screaming inside and outside, weary and angry at the seed which put the promise of this fruit inside of me. Angry at the fact that though it’s his seed, though he is there offering “morale support”, cheering me on to go all the way and to remember just how close, and how magnificent the promise is, he knows not the pain I feel, he partakes not of the experience... aaaaaarrrrrrrr... “Why me?”, “What was I thinking?” Life was better off without the promise of the fruit the seed would bring! Such thoughts flood my mind, trailing off at the pangs of labour.
Isolated in my experience, seemingly helpless in my pain BUT finally after what seemed like a train smash, one I may never wake up from... I heard a cry... “the fruit, the fruit! The living seed has produced a fruit!” nothing can explain the feeling! pain had paved the way for something unimaginable!
I had given birth to something alive, loaded with purpose and designated for such a time as this! The pain slipped away, months of processes zooming all over my being subsided! The processes had yielded fruit!
Welcome to the world my darling child!
Now this is not a physical child but I write about the promise, God’s promises for our lives! The promises that you and I receive with joy and anticipation! The promises which cause us to separate ourselves, so we can adequately incubate, feed and nurture the promise.
The promise which is the expectation of the seed of the word, colliding with a part of us, to impregnate our minds, our spirit and whole being foretelling of a harvest, a fruit, the manifestation of God’s purposes for our lives .
On the outside it begins to show, but not in all its glory but as an ugly, painful process, maybe even mayhem, disaster, men and women scoff at the appearance of it that’s just on the outside. On the inside, the processes unbearable, isolated in pain, screaming at the seed donor yet all He can say is “hold on honey, you are almost there, am working what no eye has seen, no ear heard, nor mind perceived” and indeed when the child is born the world exclaims in awe!
If you will stay in His presence, especially when the pain is at its worst, it’s a sure sign that delivery is at hand! The child you will give birth to will erase the pain and will be greater than you could ever imagine! Pain is simply the broom that cleans the delivery room!

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