Good morning! It is currently 4:36 in the morning, and I have been up for an hour and a half for no apparent reason... other than the fact that I can't turn my little brain off. Micah is summersaulting in my belly, but he doesn't bother me. I love feeling the intermittent turning and stretching of that strange little life growing inside me. It's comforting; a precious gift that I thought I'd never experience.
I keep thinking about what life will be like with two boys. I already feel stretched to my limits with being a wife, mother, and working a full time job. Like Bilbo Baggins, "I feel thin. Like butter spread over too much bread." And now that this little precious life is on the way, it doesn't seem like I'll ever get caught up. I find myself trying to plan for the next couple of months, but coming up short because of exhaustion, and facing so much that is unknown...
I am holding tight to Jeremiah 29:11, and it gives me peace for the moment.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." (NLT)
Now if I could only get back to sleep before my alarm goes off...
