Tired, exhausted and only midday, I stood in line at the supermarket and looked straight at the flaming hot chips. My mouth watered and my eyes widened when I saw them so I snatched them and set them down for the cashier to scan them. That’s so weird, I thought.
I don’t even like spicy foods. With chips and a magazine in my hand, I went to the beach to meet friends. As we chatted, laid out, read, and munched on our snacks, I suddenly realized why I was extremely tired and craving an odd snack. I was pregnant! So this is what it felt like. Smiling on the outside and elated in the inside, I was about to confirm my suspicion.
After six years of marriage and carefully planning our future, Adam and I were finally pregnant. We had discussed that the time was right and we timed our “efforts” so our birth would occur during the end of his third year of medical school. I just can’t believe it happened at the first try, which is why I am truly shocked. I am so fertile. Can’t wait to tell Adam!
It is not the physical act of love-making that creates life. The seeds of life are planted before we even begin to plan for it or act upon it. The ground becomes fertile when we share our souls and entrust another to hold and carry our heart in their heart. This mystery is what we call LOVE. If you planted your heart, what would it grow? Who do you give your heart to? Can they be trusted with the most precious gift you have to offer? Does this openness enhance your life and help bear fruit (i.e. joy, laughter, peace, gratitude) or does it hurt and destroy your soul?