Friday, April 10, 2009

Just did the math...

When this baby weans, I will have been pregnant and/or nursing for a combined total of about 10 years... and will have been neither for only 5 years of marriage. Doesn't seem like that long, but then again, the years surrounding my first three children's birth is a bit of a blur :)
I'm feeling a little better about my school situation. I'm not happy about it, but I do know that if God wants me at the school, then something will work out with the baby that I am comfortable with. I shed a LOT of tears on Tuesday, much of which came after the kids went to bed b/c I was holding it all in until then. Right after finding out, I had to go teach my elementary honor choir. That was difficult. I felt awful and hadn't been able to talk much about it. Keep praying though. I want what is best to happen.
We had an Easter Egg 'hunt' today at church... more of a "see how many eggs you can pick up race" than a hunt b/c the eggs are just all out there for the taking. I don't think any actually hide :) So we have a ton of candy. We were stranded at church for a bit b/c David had taken Elijah to the store. He had finished his part and was ready to go when the other kids had about an hour left (they do a rotation thru several different activities before the 'hunt'). Much of the candy was eaten while waiting for David to return.
We also cleaned. A lot. Of course, we've also been home most of the day. I'm not sure what we've done more of. Cleaning. Or making messes.

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O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thine only crown:
how pale thou art with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!

What thou, my Lord, has suffered
was all for sinners' gain;
mine, mine was the transgression,
but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
'Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favor,
vouchsafe to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love for thee.


2 comments:

Alex and Jill said...

I hate the thought of you crying. You're right though...everything will work out. I'll continue to pray.

Happy Easter!

((HUGS))

jensoup said...

ohhh Becca ,I feel so bad:( I'm so sorry this has to be on your mind while you try to enjoy pregnancy. Your right things will work the way they were meant to.