Today I am sitting in my classroom anticipating what tomorrow, the first day of the new school year, will bring. Last year I was 24 weeks pregnant when the new school year started, full of excitement about my soon-to-be-born baby girl. When the school year ended on June 3, I was mourning 6 months since she went to be with Jesus. What an incredible journey I was on last school year. An emotional journey full of tears shed in my classroom before students arrived...of panic in the middle of class when something would trigger a memory.
As I start again this year, I am beginning the school year with yet again hope. I am almost 15 weeks pregnant, full of some hope but wary of the future. I am hesitant to be excited because I know how quickly it can all be gone. As I progress in my pregnancy, I constantly place my hand on my swelling-by-the-week belly and pray that the blood of Jesus would protect this child. I know that satan has dominion over the earth and he roams the earth seeking whom he may devour. I know that the only weapon I have is prayer, and I know that He Who promised is faithful.
Today as I attended yet another meeting, I got a sensation that I haven't felt in a long time. At first, I thought it was my imagination but as I sat there not moving it became more and more....flutters...little tiny flutters in my belly! Such an excitment rose in me as I realized there is indeed hope within my belly...hope for another child...hope for our very quiet home...hope for a house full of children....hope for a better school year.
