Sometimes when I read Oswald Chambers’ book, My Utmost for His Highest, I have to slow down and reread several sentences. I blink my eyes kinda fast and zoom in on certain words or phrases that are foreign to me. Sometimes I Google a word. Not gonna lie. Sometimes I even cheat and head to the website because the version there is a little easier to read, though it’s never as beautifully worded. Continue reading
There are some songs that move me.
Spiritually, not physically.
Though, let’s be honest–there are those songs, too. Cupid shuffle, anyone? Generally, these songs are reserved for weddings or silly youth ministry videos. 🙂
The pain of not being able to have a second child hits at weird moments for me.
Often times, I’m totally involved in my day-to-day activities when someone does or says something that makes my heart wince. It’s almost always an accident, just in my head, or someone making polite conversation. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes it’s not.
The readers struggling with secondary infertility understand this. It’s the lady at the daycare center, “So you’re just enrolling one, then?” Or the sweet friend, Fertile Myrtle, who asks when you plan on having more kids. Or the lady in playgroup who announces she’s pregnant again. Making conversation, you say, “Oh, that’s great! I didn’t know you guys were trying for another.” Oh, they weren’t…with any…of the 5 she has. Please! Give me whatever water you’re drinking!
I remind myself: Do not be envious. For everything, there is a season.
Well we are on location in beautiful Pottsboro, Texas. Jay is the speaker at Faith Fellowship’s DiscipleNow event this weekend, so C and I are up here with him enjoying our mini vacay!
Case and point.
Just when you thought he couldn’t get any cuter…and Jay looks pretty handsome too! I am one blessed woman!
Tomorrow: church in Denison, lunch, car shopping in Rockwall, on to Kaufman… Yes, this is our life.