I know it's been a while since I've blogged, but this morning I walked past the mirror on my 100th 98th trip to the bathroom, and I caught a glimpse of my growing belly. I really want to savor these last few weeks of being pregnant. Sure, my ankles are swollen, I can't find a comfortable position for sleep anymore, and I've been on my hands and knees scrubbing baseboards, but I wouldn't trade it for a million glasses of wine.
I walked into my son's room and looked around. I started a mental note of everything that still needed to be done, but God's voice is louder. His mercies are new every morning. The curtains will get hung, daycare will get paid for, and, soon, my perfect baby will be sleeping on that beautiful bedding.
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| Sneak Peek of Sawyer's Room |
I woke up to rain, but I was warm in my bed. My husband was next to me, and the dog had somehow found her way right in between us. Maybe it's the pregnant hormones, but I'm a sappy mess this morning with my tree lit and Christmas classics playing.
I have been reminded this week that life is all too short. God's voice is shouting for us to not miss this season we are in. I hope I always remember to praise Him...even in the rain.
P.S. - I just burnt the bacon...but who likes soggy bacon anyway?
The Lord is good to all: and His tender mercies are all over His works.
Psalms 145:9
