I am embracing the latter stages of pregnancy number nine, and I suppose by any reasonable estimation I should be getting more frail and haggard with each one. After all, pregnancy can be demanding on the body.
However, my experience is almost exactly the opposite. This pregnancy has been ‘easier’ in many ways than my early pregnancies. And, while all glory goes to God for His gentle goodness and faithfulness to me in this area, there is a little secret experiment that I have been trying from my end that I believe has improved this particular gestational journey.
For some time now, maybe a year, I have been reflecting on the verse in Proverbs that says:
“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.”
And it occurred to me that perhaps I could apply this verse to my pregnancy experience, because, this is an area I have been guilty of complaining about in the past (i.e. speaking words of death). I don’t enjoy being pregnant… I love the fruit of it, so it’s worth it, but truly, I have struggled in different ways with every single one.
So, I decided to experiment.
What if I didn’t talk about the negative stuff I was experiencing? What if I didn’t share the laundry list of (let’s face it, boring) symptoms with everyone who (empathetically) asked? What if I didn’t even share with Ben the physical challenges I was experiencing? What if I gave no verbal air time to my physical feelings?
What if I just spoke words of blessing over my body, what if I spoke about the (however remote!) positive things that this pregnancy was doing for me? What if I determined only to speak words of life over my experience?
And while I don’t think I pulled this off perfectly, something happened.
My experience of pregnancy stopped owning me like a cruel tyrant, and instead, I have experienced a generalized better health, and more positive frame of mind towards the whole journey.
Though, yes, I feel (and look) like the Marshmallow Man, I am doing great. All this roundness is just cocooning the next love of my life, and it is so worth it!
I believe that the fruit of my words has blessed my body and freed me from the chains of distress and anxiety that can often accompany these kinds of days. There is so much creative power in words. In fact, when I looked up the word ‘healed’ in the book of Proverbs, I found those four or five references also included a connection with the words we speak!
Part of my work in walking in greater health is to speak words of life as a lifestyle.
It doesn’t mean that my pregnancy has been trouble free, but oh my, how my heart has been set free as I have stopped harboring words of complaint or grief or death.
So, while this may sound like simple denial, all I can say is that I believe it has helped bless me with my best pregnancy experience to date. God’s Word again turns my world upside down and I am ‘eating the fruit’ of a choice made in faith, even if I sound kind of crazy. Since I believe that my pregnancy is a gift from God, I can also accept that this process is His best for me, therefore, I’m not lying if I say I’m ‘doing great’ even if I am a little green