The Dreaded Question

I met a new client for my senior care provider job yesterday. She and her husband were warm and friendly. As she was showing me around their house and discussing what I would be doing, she asked the dreaded question, "when are you due?" Okay, now I have been battling this issue my entire life. Even when I was a skinny teenager, I still had a bump of a stomach. It is just the way God made me. It can be more pronounced with my posture and clothing and if you are viewing me from the side as she was. The last time this happened was in church a couple of years ago. I ended up crying silently beside the woman who asked the question no woman wants to hear when there isn't any possibility of it being true. But this time was different. I was able to handle it all with grace given to me by God to smile and shrug it off as nothing but a sweet lady that loves babies. It is a testimony to the power of the Holy Spirit and his work in me to see this progress in my response to this question that has plagued my life. It's okay because God made me this way and he loves every part of me, pot-bellied stomach and all.