Gratitude changes everything.
Throughout this pregnancy, I have been so encouraged and grateful towards all of the love and support from my friends, family, and the moms in my life. As the final weeks inched closer, I grew anxious about the birthing process, having enough clothes for the baby, and even worrying about getting the right number of diapers to last us the first few days. Without knowing, God had planned for the right people to enter my life and nip my worries in the bud.
I met with a lovely family from our new church and they live only minutes from our home. They invited Jeff and I to their small group and as we were about to leave, they graciously handed us two full bags of baby clothes for our girl. Talk about an answered prayer! We were overwhelmed and filled with thanks for the Lord knew about our need and provided!
A week later, a friend of mine messaged me on Facebook asking if I needed newborn diapers. As I read the words, my heart couldn’t help but give Him praise. Little did my friend know about my deepest thoughts, yet somehow, God used her to bless both of our situations and to teach me about letting go of my fears.
I truly believe that every encounter I have in life is purposeful and meaningful. I can only hope for the opportunity to pay it forward to another expectant mother in the future. We are here on this earth for a reason and it’s to love God and His neighbors in this lifetime.
One of the most loving things my hubby does for me is helping me with our garden. About two years ago, we decided to start this project to grow our own herbs and vegetables. We also grow aloe vera and succulents because they’re pretty and require little care. For my birthday, Jeff gifted me a couple of potted plants. We’ve killed our share of plants in the past, but we were determined this time to make them live. Our theme for the year was “thrive” and it meant more to us than just keeping our plants alive. It meant for us to live in the moment, carpe diem, and to enjoy and find joy in each day.
Joy to us meant to do the things we loved together and we found that gardening and watching our tiny sprouts bear fruit was just that. On Valentine’s Day, he built us a raised garden bed, then months later, another one was built, then another, and soon we had a patio filled with planters and beds. We love to share our herbs and veggies. Our plants mostly survive, but the garden sometimes takes a hit from the harsh Houston weather. Yet we manage anyway and start fresh all over. We plant seeds and sow and smile at our humble little urban farm.
Since the pregnancy has started, we’ve added a few more growing things to our life. While my belly is gaining inches, Jeff has carried all the soil and cedar wood to our yard and dug up his share of dirt, all in making our hobby a beautiful thing to enjoy. Pregnant me has been watering, fertilizing, pruning, weeding, and gathering the fruit of our labor. I love that we can do these things together. I hope that we can continue this project with our baby, so she may understand the meaning of love, work, and joy.