an act of giving up something valued for the sake of something else regarded as more important or worthy.
As I laid curled up in fetal position crying my eyes out at 1a.m. I met sacrifice in a whole new way. Almost as if we had been introduced for the 1st time. I had been throwing up for hours & my body was so weak. It hurt deep in my gut to hurl time & time again my body left with nothing to release.
Motherhood has taught me sacrifice in such a deep way. As mothers we have this ability to consistently empty ourselves for the good of our children. Sometimes even literally.
The 1st trimester of pregnancy #4 has been the hardest trimester yet. The 9 trimesters my body endured before this one were so different. There were minor challenges my body faced but nada at all like this. Day after day I wanted to tap out. It started to feel like too much sacrifice. I couldn’t eat or drink without my body rejecting it. The funny thing is, I wanted to not be sick anymore for my 3 boys. There was nothing selfish about my desire to feel better. I wanted to be better for them.
Sacrifice. . . An act of giving up something valued for the sake of something more important or worthy.
This 1st trimester has taught me the beauty of sacrifice all over again. Each time I feel this empty I feel much closer to Christ. He lived each day knowing He would ultimately die an immensely painful death because He valued us, saw us as worthy. So He lived to die.
But then He rose again, & He rose into eternal glory. As if to remind us that living for others comes with much sacrifice but ultimate glory.
Baby Girl, as you grow inside my womb the sacrifice this takes causes me to draw nearer to our Heavenly Father. For you I will lay down my comfort. For you + your brothers I will lay down my life. In the end, as I lay my eyes on you 4, this mama will smile with a full heart & glory in her eyes. For you, my children, are the glorious outcome of my sacrifice.