At about 11:00 pm on Friday, May 8th the contractions began. They were bad. Physically I have never experienced this kind of pain, I didn't know what to do. I woke up from the pain and all I needed was my Trey. I couldn't get comfortable, I just cried out for some relief. I went to the bathroom and stayed there. As awkward as that may seem, it was the only "comfortable" place to me. I sat there in agony, tears rolling down my face and my husband desperately wanting to take the pain away, but he couldn't. I asked him if he would get me my Ipod, he willing jumped up to give it to me.
All I could think about was praising the sweet name of Jesus. Trey was willing to sit there with me but I told him, "just go back to bed." He has not slept well either and I didn't want to take away from him anymore. As I sat there, I just cried and worshipped my King, my Lord, my Savior, the Giver of Life. I couldn't believe the relief that overtook my body as I sat there, hands raised, praising the one who gave his life up for me. It was a sweet time I had even in the midst of the storm. It was just me, my baby & Jesus. Nothing, at that point, seemed sweeter to me.
At about 2:00am, still sitting in the bathroom, I called out to Trey, "It's happening." Not sure how long it will take, all I know is that I'm still worshipping my King and giving him ALL the glory!
It seems like the best worship times I have had with Jesus over the years have come when I have chosen to praise him in the storm.
Will you choose to praise Him in the storm?
In Him,
~Jenni~
