You have come, as a little bird, desiring to be covered and kept warm beneath the feathers of the Almighty. This is a blessed instinct, for He has promised, “He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust.” The fears that flutter about your heart, the waters breaking, the pains of travail, the longing for a son, carry them all to that safe shelter. The hen spreads her wings and the chicks are safe; not because they understand the hawk or the storm, but because she does. So rest, and let the warmth of His faithfulness make you peculiarly happy and at ease.
Your request comes mingled with a measure of unbelief, for you say, “without water break leakage, pain normal delivery not possible I know.” But what is impossible with man is possible with God. Consider the ship of Providence: the Captain knows every wind and every wave, and He has forearranged all things from the beginning to the end. Your body, your babe, the very day appointed, these are not left to chance. The Hebrew women in Egypt were delivered with such vigour that the midwives marvelled. The same God is yours. Put implicit confidence in His guidance, and do not dig at the oars with such exertion as though all depended upon your striving. It is easier to comfort a soul newly in darkness than one who has given way long to an unbelieving state. So bring your fears now and lay them down.
You long also for a son. This desire, like all earthly hopes, must be held with an open hand. The water from earth’s wells refreshes for a moment, but thirst returns. Yet Christ gives living water, a well within, springing up into everlasting life. Whether the child is a boy or a girl, that water remains. Many a mother has found her true joy not in the sex of the child, but in the Saviour who makes every bitter pool sweet. Do not bind your peace to this one outcome. He that trusts his own works to yield comfort labours to fill a bottomless tub with leaky buckets. Trust the Lord Jesus, and let your soul drink from the fountain that never fails.
I urge you, as God’s ambassador, stand still and see the salvation of God. It can never be right to do a wrong thing, and it is a wrong thing to demand a sign or set terms before the Lord. But it is a blessed thing to plead the promises. He has said, “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” In the hour of delivery, as in every hour, you are safe, not because the path is free of pain, but because the Captain is at the helm. The Mentonese, casting off the prince, still needed a protector. You have one mightier. May your faith prove victorious over your own unbelief, so that even the adversary hears you say, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” The Lord keep you fast and firm amidst this trial; may your delivery, in His own time and way, be a testimony that you rest beneath the wings of the eternal God.