I have been noticeably absent from the blogging world. Frankly, I was ready to check out from the regular world, too. Not in a "I don't want to live" sense, but in a "I would like to be alone" sense of checking out. Don't worry - I don't think it is in my make up to get too depressed.
Things have just seemed overwhelming. It seems we have endured almost two months of someone being sick in our home. Perhaps, we have had a week or two of reprieve, but not nearly long enough for this pregnant woman to feel like she doesn't need to sanitize the doorknobs daily. From head colds, to ER trips, to the latest round of the stomach flu - I just wasn't sure if God's grace was going to be actually sufficient. But, of course it it. And, or course my two months of inconvenience are nothing more than that in the grand scheme of things.
I certainly had a much greater appreciation for Mary, our Saviors mother, this season. I sit at the computer 1 1/2 weeks until my due date wondering WHY this baby seems to want to stay in the womb until my stomach actually bursts open because the baby is so big. The doctor's don't seem concerned, but I tell you I am concerned that the elasticity of my skin is at its max! I was hoping today would be the day. It was my dad's birthday.
This is a rather melancholy post, but sometimes a girl just needs to let her stream of conscious poor onto the page, to make room for, hopefully, cheerier thoughts and meaningful musings.
I hope you all had a glorious Christmas and that the New Year brings great blessing to each of you!