After the "Due Date"

So the official due date for our baby came . . . and went. Well, I had my suspicions that these events would unroll in such a way. After all, I was the one they put on bed rest to ensure that the baby was not delivered preterm. Now, being overdue seems like something that would happen to me. Not a bad thing . . . just rather comical.

Friday I felt so "at the end." Like I was going crazy. I let myself mentally complain about how uncomfortable, unprofitable, and frustrating these days were. My selfish thoughts ran wild. God is so patient with me; faithfully bringing me back to a place of contentment in His perfect will for every minuscule detail in life. The One who created my little boy knows just when his birthday should be. My precious little one is not "late." Not really.

My sweet husband sensed my restlessness and took me on a fun trip yesterday. The drive was beautiful and this little park had nice cool water to walk through, mud to squish your toes in, and plenty of beauty to drink in. Plus, nothing in the world replaces those "good talks" that me and my handsome man have in the car. Just reflecting on that morning's sermon, God's ways, Scripture, raising children . . . sweet times of fellowship with my husband.