Life in Memphis

I've been wanting to write about our life in Memphis for some time now, but for a long time there was nothing happening. No drama at all, just business as usual. It's amazing how you get used to drama on a daily basis. Then when you get to a place where things are slow, you feel like you're doing something wrong. We prayed everyday for direction, wondering how we could reach out to those around us, but not much happened.

Then things started to happen, and all at once. Of course I couldn't write about any of it because it wasn't about people in the neighborhood, or people we met elsewhere. Drama was happening on the "inside" and it was too personal and hazardous and mysterious to tell anyone about. So here I sit, still unable to share much of what we struggle with and pray about, but there was a small bit that I can and will share with you now.

Ayala gave birth. That is a statement that we have waited long to say. I've never gone past my due date with any of my 3 kids so the very thought of going 12 days past seemed to me like the worst thing you could ever endure. Never the less, 12 days late, little Naomi is coaxed into the world. Aya was having a hard time in the last weeks of her pregnancy. If I were in her place I'd have had the same feelings of "everyone else gets to have a nice birth", and "why is God doing this to me" that she seemed to struggle with. We prayed for her a lot. On top of being late, she was also dealing with family issues that were weighing on her. But no matter how much we prayed or how many tricks we had her try, she was just not going into labor naturally.

Finally, her and Stephen decided that it was time to induce labor. Ariel started her induction Wednesday morning, by 3 pm she was finally starting to have contractions. At midnight she was complete and ready to push. At this point I should tell you that little Naomi for weeks had been going from one bad position to another. So by the time Ayala started to push, Naomi was posterior. She pushed and pushed for hours. They made her change positions and tried every other trick they could think of, but this baby was not budging. 4:30am rolls around and they decided there was no more they could do and Aya was exhausted, they were taking her to the hospital.

We both have these fears of hospitals and inductions, but God loves to push us into situations where we have to trust Him and Him alone. He did that for Ayala, and that kind of stretching is never easy to watch. This time however, her struggles gave me hope. I laid in my bed at this time thinking about how Ayala is so organized, and she has all her ducks in a row. She always has a plan for the day, always gets things done in a timely manner, but with this birth, no one but God was going to get the glory. And He did. Around 5:30 the doctors performed a Cesarean on Aya and brought her new baby into the world, all 9lbs 8oz of her. A healthy baby and a very relieved mommy.

"How did God get the glory?" you may ask, well I'll tell you. You cannot look at this birth and think that any one person made it turn out okay. No, you can only look at this birth and think God did this, and wasn't it beautiful?! Because of the way this turned out, Ariel cannot feel like she did something wrong (she did all she could), Stephen can't say he didn't pray enough (he prayed every prayer he could), Ayala can't feel that she wasn't trying hard enough (she pushed till she was spent). God did it all. We just couldn't see it at the time. He pushed her past anything she thought she could endure, and she'll be stronger for it. God asked of her what he asks of us all, a ruthless trust, a trust that abandons reason and dives blindly over the edge only. He also wants us to need him. If children came out of us and were like sea turtles, not needing us for food, protection or even direction, then we would have a seriously deep need to be needed. I don't know if that made sense, all I mean is that if we had it all together and everything was always a happy ending then we wouldn't need God. And if we didn't need God then we'd never get to feel what it's like to rest in Him. Now, I don't have any idea what to expect with my birth but I can go on with my pregnancy knowing that there is a very good hospital 5 minutes away, God is leading this show and no matter where we end up we'll be okay, No, we'll be better than okay, we'll be different, we'll learn something new, we'll find ourselves leaning on God and we'll jump another fear hurdle. God is so good!