-no, no baby yet. Yes, I'm 39 weeks and 39 years old, feels like I'm going on 60 in both regards. She is looking good and chubby and healthy, and so am I...we're just waiting.
-by waiting, I do not mean prepared, nor sitting around, ready and waiting. We have no empty seat in the car for a carseat, and no empty moments in a day to have a baby. We're just waiting like...she's gonna be coming soon, ready or not. Please keep on praying for us to have what we need when the time comes, and for baby and I to have the energy and strength to deliver!
-dad is doing ok. Radiation hasn't been fun, and a lot tougher than I guess we all had expected. He's been through and is experiencing an awful lot, and just through 10 of 30-35 treatments, which is a heavy mental/emotional/physical load. I appreciate your prayers for him and Cindy so much...he is constantly on my heart and so far away, and in a situation I can't fix, even if I were close.
-everybody be praying about foster care. Maybe not everyone can do it...but MORE of us can, and ALL of us can help. I've never even thought of the ministry of fostering much at ALL, and since having these dear ones and experiencing so many challenges with the system, with the way things are, with how many children there are just so needing a safe and godly and steady and Christ-filled home, it is rapidly becoming my biggest: THE CHURCH MUST DO THIS platform. Be praying about it, look into it, get involved, help someone who is involved (they need help!) and see if one of the ways the Lord wants to use you to be His hands and feet might be with some kiddos who have NEVER felt them
-that being said, you obviously have to be a little bit crazy. Because. HARD. Maybe the Lord has a little more stretching...a little more crazy...a little more abandoned for all of us. If we're not in a place of having to constantly step out on Him, our steps may be missing out, they may be substituting stretching for safety...
-one friend last minute took all six kids today while I had my doctor's appointment, and then kept them for an extra two hours so I could first sit in the stairwell with my OBGYN and a hundred other people waiting out a tornado, and then get my toes painted with a gift a dear friend I've never even met sent, specifically for that purpose. It was SUCH A gift, a quiet few hours to pray and think and rest, and such a reminder that every time I just have no idea how I'm going to do it...He is setting up and making a way, and loving me extra on top.
-I would be lost if the Lord weren't putting us on people's hearts and they weren't moving to respond. I am reconvicted to always be praying about to whom the Lord wants to send me...how He wants me to be Him today, and DOING it...even if it makes no sense.
-He can be trusted, and the wisdom of the world is NOT.
told you it would be random tonight :)
Your prayers are such a priceless gift, attended to by the almighty God of the universe.
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