Come and eat!

Poor Jack. I love him dearly and we spend lots of time together, but his needs aren’t always first on my list. Other more pressing concerns, human concerns, often push him back in the order, and I still feel badly about what happened yesterday.

This morning, after our first walk, I went to Jack’s supply of Kibbles ‘n Bits to retrieve his breakfast. During the last few years we’d been over-feeding him by a third, so he’s been on a food austerity program for several weeks. At feeding time I use the plastic container the vet gave us to measure out his meal portions exactly.

The best way to remember what he’s eaten and what he hasn’t (since we give him half in the morning and half at night), is to line up containers for several days, fill them, and serve him from that line-up. But this morning when I went to grab a full container to give him his first half, the second half was still there. I’d forgotten to feed him last night.

That’s an egregious error, because I absolutely never forget to feed myself. Hunger pangs are my go-ahead for a fill-up, and I love it when I can eat some more. But of course Jack does, too. When I feed him, he always hunkers down immediately and polishes it right off. He appreciates each bite of his Kibbles ‘n Bits and would willingly eat 3 or 4 times the vet’s suggested amount, given the chance.

Scripture has a lot to say about good eating, that man doesn’t live by bread alone but also needs the words of God. That’s interesting, considering that the majority of people have no interest in feeding on the Bible. I suppose the result is spiritual malnourishment, though they may not know it.

Hunger is a remarkable thing. The stomach growls for food when empty, making more and more noise until we respond with a meal. But if deprived of food completely, eventually it quits asking. Hunger pangs disappear about 3 days after the last food, and the body goes into starvation mode. “Remain quiet. Don’t waste an ounce of energy.”

If we choose not to “eat” Scripture, even when we feel it pulling us like a hunger pang, eventually that prompting stops. We don’t crave the Word anymore and don’t even miss it.

God never stops inviting us to the table, though: “Just taste it!” he says. “You’ll see. It’s good!” (Psalm 34:8) And he means good for more than just building bodies in the way that dog food sustains Jack. The best advantage of spiritual food is that it builds our relationship with the Lord. And unlike store-bought groceries, his nourishment is free.

In reality, though, it’s priceless.

Jesus said, “People do not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.” (Matthew 4:4)

A Heart’s Desire

My pregnant daughter glowed when she recounted the experience of watching her child’s heart beat for the first time. It happened at a clinic in her university town during an ultrasound test, completely taking her by surprise. At 6 weeks along, she’d expected to see only a tiny, dark spot on the screen, so when the tech pointed out a miniature beating heart, she was stunned.

Birgitta could see it clearly, though her baby was only 1/4“ long with a heart the size of a poppy seed. But never mind it’s miniscule size. Her emotional heart began beating for that little heart right then, and I can tell her from mothering experience it will beat like that until one or the other of them dies.

Research tells us a baby’s heartbeat begins just 21 days after conception. Considering the average baby needs about 280 days of development before it’s ready to be born, this information is mind-boggling. Something else astonishing about a pregnancy is that 2 beating hearts are enclosed in one person’s body. In the case of multiples, there are more.

Birgitta said that at her second ultrasound (at 12 weeks), the doctor began listening for her baby’s beating heart but first heard Birgitta’s. Its regular 60-something beats per minute represented a heart that had been working since poppy seed size within Birgitta, who had been within me, 22 years ago. Since that time it hasn’t shut down for even a few seconds and will probably beat millions of additional times in her future.

As the tech moved her wand across Birgitta’s tummy, gradually her own heartbeat faded and a different beat was heard, strong and steady like the first one but at a pace of 150-something beats per minute. Though small, it was already being faithful to its purpose.

We’ve all heard the expression, “two hearts beating as one,” used in reference to the bond of marriage or a close friendship. The 2 hearts beating inside Birgitta are in as close proximity as any two can be, literally inches apart, yet they’re distinctly separate. They’re definitely not beating as one. And though they’ll always be mother and child, they’ll remain two very different people throughout life.

The Bible has a great deal to say about hearts, the most significant of which is the heart of God. What we learn is that he knows the secrets in our hearts, but regardless of what’s hiding there, he also knows we have a strong longing for him. He put it there when he made us in his image, and when we move to satisfy that longing, he is pleased.

In other words, our hearts beat for him, and his heart beats for us. If there was ever a golden opportunity to hope two hearts might beat as one, this would be it.

“The Lord searches every heart and understands every desire and every thought. If you seek him, he will be found by you.” (1 Chronicles 28:9)

My First Mother’s Day (By Birgitta)

Technically, today is my first Mother’s Day. I haven’t met my baby yet, but I think motherhood began for me about 3 months ago when I learned I was pregnant. I found out on February 14th, and it was quite the unexpected Valentine. My fears and worries eased as I gradually shared the news with family and friends and was surrounded by their love.

Tonight my family went out to dinner and enjoyed a Mother’s Day celebration together. Among other things, my mom gave me a pack of diapers, and I realized that I’ve never changed a diaper before. It’s hard not to feel a little defensive when people tell me I have no idea what I’m in for or how difficult this will be for me. My life has already changed quite a bit. I think it’s important for me to look for the good, happy, and beautiful things all around me as I move forward.

My mom has been a tremendous example to me of always focusing on the positive things. Her upbeat attitude is contagious, especially when it comes to my baby. I can’t forget how delighted I felt when I first saw my baby dancing around inside of me or heard that precious heartbeat for the first time. It’s amazing to think about the brand new life I’ll be a part of and the intense connection and joy I’ve experienced.

One year from now on my second Mother’s Day, I’ll probably have experienced some of what others have “warned” me about. But just the thought of being able to hold and kiss my baby has me eagerly awaiting that day and the whole year ahead!