Baby Girl's Name & The Faith that Comes with it
What’s in a name?
Well, my whole life…it was just something to be referred to as.
But if you ask me now, a name is everything. Its your identity that has ability to tell a beautiful story.
8 years ago, Jesus gave me my baby girls name while sitting eyes closed in prayer.
& When that golf ball exploded pink at the gender reveal, I just about lost it.
A BABY GIRL?! I am just beside myself in excitement.
Sorry, Aaron. You dontttttt have much say in the name. haha!
It was beautiful, the name. It spoke to me on such deep levels and I still get butterflies saying it.
My girl. Is a fighter. And is making me a fighter. And together we will a walking testimony of Gods faithfulness. And God knew. He knew just that.
Having this little baby girl in my stomach is real proof to me of an unexplained love.
Each little movement brings a smile to my face. It’s like a little door of happiness was opened that I didn’t know existed. I can’t even fathom the love that I’m going to have for her when I’m holding her in my arms.
Those tiny kung fu kicks give me all the feels. I wait patiently to see when her little body is up and moving. Even at 1:00 in the morning- hey girl hey.
A short week ago, we were given the news that our little babe was going to be a fighter. And realistically, she was already equip. Black belt prepared.
To give you a little update, not only has her umbilical cord inserted in the side rather than the middle of the placenta, but also has a velementous cord insertion which causes her to be a little delicate flower at the time of birth. Don’t google it, haha. It basically means that her cord connections are liable for easy rupture. Which is her air supply and more. This also means way more doctors visits and alot of prayers to make sure she is growing adequately throughout the process. Hello 100 grams of protein a day!
The first morning after finding out that my growing babe was no longer able to be monitored just by me and my body, I jumped into the word desperate for absence of fear. I felt hopeless.
I think as moms we naturally feel a sense of ownership over our babies. After all, they are loved cared for and raised by us! But just like every other possession on this earth, they are presents. The most beautiful treasured gifts. I was reminded that. This little baby is mine, she’s half me and half Aaron. But most importantly, I was to recognize and remember that my baby is His. Our heavenly fathers.
And holy moly. What better way to hand over your baby than to the maker Himself, right?!
Mmmmmm… I have problems sharing my food. You could imagine the cognitive turmoil going through my head giving away my baby.
But after praying and reading, it calmed my heart to know he is the safest and most trustworthy Daddy. And spiritual blessings come wrapped in trials.
I await her movements all day, and smile with each little kick even bigger than before.
I now understand. God sent me her name as a staple of faith. Her name encourages a …Pause. A time of rest. A time to listen for God’s voice in the midst of chaos. To sit in silence and hear from the one who knows all. How blessed are we to be able to serve a God so willing to speak to us bits of a knowledge beyond this universe? It encourages dwelling in his word and focusing on his direction. When times get hard and we seem to be in need when we set our minds and hearts and the one above with no distraction, we will find our peace. Sweet Selah, is where our Daddy always meets us.
Her middle name came to me in prayer. A rainbow baby she was and a beautiful one at that. The storm had passed and the promise was evident. The droplet of water was instilled in my mind. In times of rain, there are always rainbows. Our strong, mighty girl will be counselor of God’s faithfulness.
you will be a testimony of God’s faithfulness.