My phone beep, beep, beeped in the middle of yesterday’s quiet, well-planned, writing afternoon with a text message.
“Mom, prepare yourself. I’m going to call in a few minutes.”
My heart skipped a beat. My daughter struggles with various health issues. I knew she had a doctor’s appointment. She has a 25-year-old friend with a bowel cancer recurrence. I know of several young people who face serious and even life-threatening illness. Was it her turn?
Kind of late. Always good to be prepared before you need to be prepared.
I went to my knees. And waited.
What do you do when you get that unexpected call? The call that suddenly changes everything? The one that shoots a hole in your expectations and dreams and comfortable bubble? Are you like a mighty oak with a deep and strong root system that can bend and sway with the wind? Or are you a tree with shallow roots that topples in the slightest breeze?
Can you adapt? Just one more time?
Can you grow stronger and push those roots a little deeper? Just one more time?
But I knew. A gut feeling. I’m a mom after all. This wouldn’t be good news. Necessarily.
The call came. One of very mixed emotions. Excitement. Fear.
Worry. About disappointing us. Especially her dad. Even her brother.
Disappointment. God’s appointment.
My daughter, now 24, single mom to a 7-year-old little girl, is pregnant again.
New challenges in the face of the unmarried issue, the school issue, the no-job issue, the no-money issue, the health issue. For starters.
But she is loved. By the father. By his mother. By us. By our Father.
Unexpected by us. Not unexpected by God.
Now expecting the unexpected.
Another life to touch that might one day touch the world.
I’m going to be a grandma again.
And it’s all good. Because babies are good. Because God is good.
Are you prepared for the unexpected?
“But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God’s unfailing love for ever and ever. I will praise you forever for what you have done; in your name I will hope, for your name is good. I will praise you in the presence of your saints.” Psalm 52:8-9 (NIV)
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