Prego, or Ragu?

Warning: This post is a little bit deep for me. It's not something I would normally write but in my mind, it makes sense and maybe it will to you as well.

Anyway,




When my mom was pregnant with my baby sister, we started calling her (my mom), Ragu. It made sense to us a teenager and a tween that we would call her that because the night she told us she was pregnant she made spaghetti for dinner. And, well, as you can imagine, prego sounds like Preggo but NO one would ever figure out our clever nickname of ragu. And just so you don't think I'm completely crazy, I'll prove to you that I'm not the ONLY person who has ever made this analogy...





I don't know why I was thinking about this. Maybe it's the fact that my baby sister is going to be 13 this week and part of me is sad. Ok, really, I was buying her a birthday card and started crying! This is what being a mother does to you!

But either way, I was thinking about it and here is what I decided. Sometimes, life is like "prego" and sometimes, life is like "ragu." I remember those days when I wanted to be "prego" so badly and I felt like my life would end if I didn't get pregnant or have a baby. I remember having the same feelings when I wanted to be married and I felt like I was getting SO old and I would never find anyone (I got married at 23!) Now, I have these feelings when I think about buying our next house, paying off debt, and having money to spare. These times in my life, I could refer to as "ragu." I know it really does sound silly to compare your life to a spaghetti sauce but then I started thinking (of course, remember it was like 11 PM and I couldn't sleep) this isn't so silly at all. If you peeled the labels off and made 2 pots of spaghetti, chances are you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the 2 sauces. Now, "imagine" with me a little bit here. Obviously, some people definitely prefer one over the other, but just go with it for a minute, if you will. If I could have "peeled the label" off of my life during those times of sadness, I still would have been the same person. I was still me. I had a purpose, God had a plan for me. I just couldn't see past my "ragu life" to get to it. I think it is important to remember that each day is special. God has a plan for your life no matter what you are going through. Whether you are living in the "prego" world, or the "ragu" world. Your "prego desire" might be different than mine but it's still there. You all know what I'm talking about. So, I just want you all to remember that no matter what is happening whether you are living in the "prego" moment or the "ragu" moment, you are still beautiful, wonderful, and you are STILL you! God has a plan for your life and eventually, the "prego" will come through. You just might have to eat several pots of ragu before it happens. Keep praying for your "prego" life!

Love,
Melody