Well, hopefully by the time you read this column, my husband and I will have found out if we are having a little boy or a little girl.
It hit me a couple of weeks ago that until we see that ultrasound picture of our little baby Wells, the Lord himself is the only person in this whole wide world who knows the sex of our child.
I know, it seems like such a simple thought, but really it isn't for me. I actually had to sit down and think about it and, honestly, it brought me to tears. And then of course I had to say a prayer of praise to the Lord.
After all, He is the all-knowing God. Sometimes it completely blows my mind when I think about how He knows and loves us the way He does. The Bible says He knows the exact number of hairs on our head. Yet again, another amazing thought.
But as I sat down on the side of the bed and thought how God himself was the only person who knew if I was carrying a boy or girl, I thought about how He knew this child was coming, even before Kevin and I thought about having kids.
You see, Kevin and I wanted to wait just a little bit longer before having children, but His plans are higher and better. I just didn't think I was ready for a child, not just yet. But apparently He thinks so. He has already equipped Kevin and I both to be this child's parents -- that is something Kevin reminds me of a lot.
He already knows the trials and tribulations we will experience and yet, He knows the joys and the memories that are about to be made too.
He already knows everything about our child, and that in itself is again enough to bring me to tears.
The Kings of Kings Himself was born in a lowly little manger, and yet He already knows how many hairs will be on our child's head; what color his or her eyes will be; how he or she will react to this crazy world -- the list is endless of what He knows and what we don't have a clue about.
I'm OK with that, because I know that He holds our little baby in His arms when I cannot. I know that we've already prayed a hedge of protection around our child and that we, as baby Wells' parents, have to lean on the Lord to raise this child as He would have us raise him or her. I also recognize that He has a special calling on our kid, as He has on all of us. That makes me a little teary, too.
Boy or girl, it really doesn't matter. We just want a healthy and happy little baby, and who one will hopefully come to accept Jesus at an early age and know just how loved he is by God.
May this be a reminder that we've all had a calling on our lives, even at birth. Some of us have figured out what that calling is and some have not. But nonetheless, your Heavenly Father loves you just the same.
Julie Wells is the Citizen editorial assistant and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.