But today Todd went back to work. I got up early, took a pregnancy test--negative, started washing clothes and packing for the beach. Spent time in the word--Isaiah 59 blew my mind, but then again all of the prophecies usually do! It's amazing what God revealed about Jesus long before he came!! Finished all of my chores by 2. Bug man came and talked the whole time while I was trying to catch up on Secret Life. Secret Life--my view into this "new family" that the modern day world believes to be okay----yet is comes with so.much.heartache. Marriages for wrong reasons, sex complicating things, divorces, homosexuality confusing families and ruining what God intended for us, and worst of all the way even people who think they are Christians get what the world says confused with scripture---it's all very very sad.
And now I lay here on top of my stripped bed while the sheets are being washed typing up this blog on my phone. Because I miss Tate and I thought this might help.
That little dude really is such great company and the way I love him is pretty special. My heart honestly aches for him---I hurt to hold him, and smell him (moms you understand). His smell comforts me in the most unique and wonderful way. Yet. It's only 2:40 and Todd won't get off until who knows when and then we will fight traffic to get to Wetumpka long after my baby goes to bed. So unless I selfishly wake him to get that long awaited embrace, it will be tomorrow morning before I see those big, brown eyes.
There is much spiritual connection I can draw from this. I am thinking through the similarities in my affection for him and the Lords desire to be close to our hearts, yet my arms hurt too badly to continue laying in this way and typing. I'll just ponder it for now, pray for peace, and trust the The Lord will bless my reunion with the child whom I birthed whether it be in the wee hours of the night tonight or tomorrow morning.
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