I read my kids Bambi a few nights ago, and I was reminded of a little rabbit-style preaching my momma did while I was growing up. "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all." from Thumper himself (or I guess originally his momma, herself).
I really just haven't had much nice to say.
It's mostly due to a bad case of the grumpies induced by my frustratingly pregnant state.
Just kind of tired of throwing up. Really, really tired of that. Oh and contractions. and back pain and heartburn.... and--Oh yea, I should be saying "nothin at all" ;)
Plus I've had a couple of miserably sick little ones along with a husband away from home and other insane scenarios that up until now I thought only existed on slap stick comedies on television.
I'm ready for ya, Selah.
Another sweet friend and woman of God came out of her way to my house this weekend just to bring me some chicken soup. I mean really. Soup and diapers. Wayyy much of a spirit lifter!
Well that and foot rubs, which I got three of, onefor all three nights Philip got to sleep at home this weekend. I miss my man, but I'm so happy and thankful he'll be working near home very soon.
which is not something I do well.
Prayers of endurance, are what I'm requesting.
Prayers of peace that surpasses understanding is what I'm needing.
and prayers of good health for Selah and less (or more tolerable) pain for me are what I'm wanting.
Thank you, friends.
I back tracked on the blog to see if I was this frustrated at the end of Gideon's pregnancy, and after reading my letter to my unborn fetus and my blog about the [not] birthday cake I can confirm.
Also, I'm sorry that I'm a whiner.
Just keepin' it real.
Waiting on our grand finale to the birth stories (1 & 2).
All in His good time.