Yesterday for the first time, I felt like I was ready to be done being pregnant. This evening? Even more so. Swelling, aching, fatigue, and general discomfort. Woo hoo.
With church at 2 p.m., Sundays feel like a marathon to me. Up at 7:43 this morning (thanks to Guy, who let me sleep in a bit!) I made breakfast for Guy and myself. We played and listened to Music and the Spoken Word. I made a second breakfast (for Josh and me this time). I did dishes. I made lunch. I showered and styled my hair. I packed bags for everybody for church.
Then we went to church, came home, ate dinner, put Guy to bed, and went back to the church for a fireside. 8:30 and we're home and can finally relax. So I'm in PJ's, and am going to read more in the New Testament and then go to bed.
Our RS lesson today was about the Second Coming and the Millennium. We talked about the prophecies, and the signs of the times, and a lot of the stuff is scary. But someone shared an insight that I really appreciated.
"Whether we live or die, if we're righteous then we know we'll be all right in the end."
With a husband who's signed up for military service, this is an enormous comfort. It's not just about this life. It's about eternity.
There are my profound thoughts for the day. Thank you, and good night.
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