Oh the Bliss!

  I want my children to eat, sleep, and breathe these verses.   There is SUCH a need for these to be reinforced over and over  and I'm taking the summer to do just that. We will memorize, reward, discipline, encourage, and love these words.  I'm tempted to paint them, in the largest lettering I can muster, all over the walls of our house. They are rich, beautiful, truthful words. When obeyed, they will not disappoint.  I will pray these verses over them while they sleep. Mark will talk about them over dinner . . . what does lovely, admirable, excellent, praise worthy mean? How can words build someone up? How can what we say benefit those who listen? My own words are falling on deaf ears.  I am winded. But the Word of the Lord stands forever (Is. 40:8), and speaks for itself.  I am so thankful for the rest teaching God's words offers a tired me! 

Tomorrow is my actual due date. The real one. The one that's been looming in my head for the last 9 months. June 27th. I never imagined I would be sitting here, on my couch, without a newborn keeping me company right now. Then again, I never imagined having a newborn again period, so I guess this is really par for the course. Saturday, halfway through church, I started counting my contractions and thought FOR SURE it was the real deal. We even left in the middle of Pastor Mike's closing prayer. My parents grabbed their still-cooking dinner and drove down. My in-laws, who had Ben with them, left their dinner/swim party and drove down. They were ready! The kids were ready! Mark and I were ready! The baby was not ready. "You'll be back in a couple of hours" the nurses sweetly reassured me. A full four days later, I'm sitting here, sans tiny newborn.  It's kind of comical because I was so absolutely sure I'd deliver early. I even joked with ...

I feel overdue. This is not a justified feeling, however, because I'm not technically due until June 27th . But my sweet OB, whom I love and adore, told me two weeks ago she didn't think I'd go past Father's Day. Tomorrow is Father's Day. There is no sign this baby is coming, except the nightly contractions that rob me of three or four hours of sleep. Even though I still have 12 more days until my medical due date my mental due date is tomorrow. I LOVE my OB, but the only predictions she should make on when baby will be born is right on time, or late. Never early. It plays mental games on the credulous. That being said... I can't believe I'm about to have a baby! Six kids doesn't really throw me, what throws me is thinking about the fall when I'll have two at school and I'll still have four kids at home. (I practice my breathing techniques when that thought comes to mind.) Thats when I think, yeah, I have a lot of kids. I love having all my ...