God is birthing a new season in my life. I didn’t realize, at first, this meant I would have to experience actual labor pains. I have 3 kids— all natural births. So I should have known better than to think I could experience new life without feeling any pain. Even though I know that the beauty of this coming season will make me almost completely forget the pains of labor, in these more difficult moments, the emotion can overwhelm me. Which is why I need to remember the birth story. The moments that are so hard, I am left to trust God to provide the minutes of strength needed for each hour. And It’s here that I feel like I can literally hear God speaking directly to me. In the short breaks between contractions, as I meditate on his word and draw closer to him, I feel like I can see God and his provision for my life so clearly. And it’s these times of clarity that I will be able to pull from memory the next time Spring comes along. And that first birth pain reminds me that God is creating something new again. I will remember new life doesn’t come easily, it’s hard work. And it tends to take a mix of blood, sweat, and tears to fully prepare for the final push, and inhale that first sweet breath.