My Due Date
Hey Good People–
I pray this message finds you in good spirits.
Many of you may remember an email I sent out four years ago about my dream becoming reality. Though, at the time, things seemed real promising, God had other plans. Ever since writing became a part of me, it has been my dream to not only see my stories in print, but to also be able to share them with the rest of the world. This baby has been growing, kicking, shifting, and flipping in my womb for some years. I have experienced Braxton Hicks, had many false starts, endured torturous hours of labor pains beyond what I thought I could tolerate, even tried to settle a deal with my doctor to give me a C-section and just take this baby out of me. My baby refused to budge. I began to wonder: who’s the one in a hurry? That brought me to the realization that as much as I wanted to see her face and hold her in my arms, she still had growing to do, still needed to be nurtured from within, cultivated more. And she wasn’t the only one who needed work on. I still had much to do on my end to prepare for her arrival. I needed to fully understand the role of a mother. I needed to see beyond conception, the 1st, 2nd and 3rd trimester, and the birthing process. Needed to see what life would be like after bringing Baby home from the hospital. Had she come when I was ready, not only could her prematurity have caused health problems for her, it could’ve meant danger for me as her mother as well. So I waited. I put my anxiety aside, prayed and waited some more. During that time, I ended up with a new OBGyn. Since changing my outlook, I needed a doctor whose goal was to make sure my baby and I had the best experience possible. This process felt much differently than the first time around. No longer was I anxious. I had peace, a “peace which surpasses all understanding,” to the point I gave up control and surrendered to the flow. I knew when my baby reached her full potential in my womb, when the contractions grew stronger and my vision expanded, she would be born.
I am very happy to announce that on June 11, 2013, my baby, PARALLEL PASTS, will make her debut to the world. I’ve carried her for thirteen years and soon you will be able to carry my joy in your arms.
This process has been a lesson for me on many levels. No matter what things look like, Romans 8:28 tells us, all things work together for the good. Things don’t always happen when we want them to, and it’s not always about us. It’s not about what we did or didn’t do, or who we do or don’t know. There is a season, a preordained time in which things are supposed to happen. Sometimes it’s beyond our understanding, and most often, beyond our control. “I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out–plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for (Jeremiah 29:11 MSG).” That scripture gives solace. Knowing that God has it all worked out and that it is for our good. I have come to find out, my process was definitely for my good.
And your process is for your good. Whatever dreams, visions, aspirations you may have, continue to hold on to them. Trust in the process of your vision no matter what it looks like. Doors may close, people may constantly tell you no, contacts may stop contacting you, life may seem to be in a standstill. Your dreams may look like they’re never going to manifest. Again, trust in the process. Begin to visualize your dreams already in progress. It may not come to fruition today, and it may not come next year. Then again, it just might. But one thing’s for certain: if you believe it and do your part, it will happen. Let my story be your proof.
Dream. Believe. Conquer. It’s yours!
Thank you for being a part of my dream and allowing me to share it with you. Please visit my website, www.JuliaBlues.com, to stay abreast of what’s to come as I near my due date. (smile) Also, be sure to check out Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3, an anthology by Zane I had the pleasure of being a part of. Heated Waters is my story and I hope you enjoy.
Until my words find you next…