My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.

John 14:2-3

This week we have entered in to week 34 of this pregnancy and I have all the symptoms of being this far along. The swollen feet, belly as big as a walrus and let’s not even begin with the lack of ability to get comfortable to sleep. However, I wouldn’t change a thing. If you haven’t read some of my previous posts, my husband and I started trying for a family in the Spring of 2015. We experienced two miscarriages between Spring 2015 until we found out we were expecting on August 14, 2018. As we prayed for the family we knew God would one day bless us with, in whatever form that was, I kept telling my husband I would try my best to not complain through pregnancy should it happen.

I’d like to think I haven’t been too bad in that department, other than saying I’m hungry and now requiring his assistance to put on socks. However, we won’t go in to the hormonal mood swings that my husband has been on the receiving end of. Oh how glad I am that we serve a God that is full of grace, and a husband who has extended it time and time again to me over the nearly 8 months we’ve been pregnant. Thanks Adrian!

In this final stretch we have begun working on Konnor’s nursery. I say we very loosely here as I am not much help these days, but my husband, mom, sister and brother-in-law have all stepped in and helped without question! With the crib and swing assembled, sheets washed and on the bed, signs hung in his room; we are down to washing clothes, painting some closet doors and getting curtains hung.

Many times throughout this journey I’ve found myself just standing in the middle of his room looking around. I’ve been thinking about sitting in the rocker in the middle of the night feeding him, looking at his precious face we have prayed for. I’ve found myself thinking of all the books we will sit and read to him and the late nights that Adrian and I are pleading for him to go back to sleep. I’ve even caught myself thinking about when he is a teenager and the smell of teenage boys filling that room (we will be fully stocked on room deodorizer).

All joking aside, I’ve thought about how Our Father is preparing a place for us. The detail and thought He has placed in those rooms for each one of His children that will be called home one day. I’ve found myself wondering, does God ever admire the space and smile with how much His children are going to love it? I’d like to think so. He is working each day to prepare our hearts to come home, and He has a place ready for us. Isn’t that a glorious thought? It makes me think of the song by Building 429 that says, “All I know is I’m not home yet. This is not where I belong.” My forever room is being constructed just like we are finalizing Konnor’s room. I anticipate both to be filled with love and the reassurance of being exactly where we belong.


~Kristin Huber