The visiting preacher on that evening Sunday service delivered his sermon 30-minute longer than what usual preachers did; not to mention the occasional holy communion which added another 15-minute to the already overdue service. Hence, by the time the Sunday meeting was usually ended, the preacher was still delivering his sermon and, to make me feel more sorry, rain was started. “Ah, if only the preacher finished his sermon on time, I could be home before the rain started!”.
The heavily pouring rain forced some congregations who went to church by two wheelers – including me – to postpone leaving the church building immediately after the service ended. “Ah, if only I wasn’t in a rush going to church this evening, I would drive a car instead of motorcycle!”, again I mumbled my regret.
As I sit on a long bench with nothing to do, two middle-age women were approaching me and started a conversation about obvious topic: my pregnancy. “How old is your pregnancy?” and “do you have any pregnancy problem so far?” were their start-up questions. I wasn’t a person who like to talk a lot about my personal life to people I didn’t really know well. But talking with these two ladies were easy: soon they were the ones who told me stories about their pregnancies so I didn’t have to talk further (they were mothers of two and three children; one of them even already had two grandchildren).
They eagerly shared stories about pregnancy on each of their children: the pregnancy problems, the abnormalities, the labor and delivery process. Those were interesting stories! I was quite surprised knowing that both of them had many pregnancy challenges such as very bad nausea which made them threw up even after first trimester, an entwined umbilical cord, and the other complication that required one of them to undergo C-Section instead of normal delivery.
In my heart, I reflected their stories to mine.
Yes, I had nausea that made me threw-up, but I only threw up once; yes, I lost my appetite that my weight reduced, but it was only during first trimester; yes, I did have spotting few times, but it didn’t make my doctor advised me to have bedrest.
My first baby was a boy (as I wished), the placenta grew in the upper part of my womb so it didn’t block birth canal so it would be feasible for me to have normal delivery (as I expected), and baby and mama were basically in normal and healthy condition so far (the only ‘abnormal’ thing was my increase appetite for food in this second trimester!).
Calculating all these easy conditions made me realize how lucky I was to have all of these while husband were not living under same roof with me. Then there went my “eureka” moment: God gave me all this easiness because He understood I must bear it on my own most of the time! (I live alone from Monday to Friday and stay with parents on weekend only, without husband with me physically).
How He cared for me!
“Ah, God… thank you for the visiting preacher who delivered a long sermon today, thank you for the sudden heavy rain, and thank you for this smooth pregnancy. I know I can pass through this pregnancy with your merciful care, despite of my husband absence”, my complaints now turned into praise.
Written at Jakarta, 16 October 2013.