Today is October 9th. It’s Tyler Jr.’s due date! It’s about a week after I began to get impatient for his arrival (and the kind of emotional that as far as I can tell only comes along with being oh-so-very pregnant). It’s also the third time I’ve washed his little tiny sheets in anticipation of the big day. …And I don’t even want to think about how long it has been since I packed those hospital bags!
He’ll come. I know he’ll come. I also know that there will be many days in the future when I will be longing for a quiet, rainy, October afternoon like today where I can peacefully sip my coffee sans kiddos.
So I’m pushing aside the worries that I didn’t think I’d have time to worry about. I’m daydreaming about snuggling my little guy while simultaneously trying to enjoy every little kick and roll that I know I’ll miss once he’s on the other side of my belly.
Needless to say, I’ve been avoiding writing lately in the hopes that the little guy would come and give me the reason of all reasons to not have to. But I’ve had some thoughts brewing nonetheless. Thoughts too short and too underdeveloped for a full post, but thoughts I’d still like to share, if for no other reason than to pass some time waiting for this little guy.
- Tyler (big Tyler now) and I have been unbelievably blessed in this first year of our marriage. Life is by no means perfect, but it’s really hard not to be overwhelmed with gratitude for all that God has done for us when I stop to count the blessings.
- Pope Francis has been one of those blessings in my life as of late. Admittedly I’m not following every word of his as closely as I’d like, but what I have read challenges me to be more loving, more real in my faith. And I love that.
- Recently I’m praying that more Catholics come to understand the gift we’ve been given in the Sacrament of Reconciliation. When my husband and I were praying last night, he phrased this particular petition in a way that I thought was beautiful (but of course can’t remember the exact wording…). It was something like:
“…That people wouldn’t be afraid to accept the forgiveness Jesus offers them.”
We often think of confession as something scary, but when it’s put like this— that what we’re turning away from by recoiling from the Sacrament is nothing other than mercy and forgiveness—my goodness! What are we thinking? We’ve nothing to lose but our chains. Why not go and be free?
- Sometimes God brings us places we don’t understand, and then inexplicably makes us wait there. I don’t know why, but I think it has something to do with drawing us closer to Himself:
“They that hope in the Lord will renew their strength” (Isaiah 40:31)
So that’s what has been going on in my head over the past couple of weeks. What’s been on your heart lately?
[I also wanted to say thanks to those of you that ordered my book or otherwise said nice things to me about it. If you’ve read it and liked it, feel free to write a positive review of it on it’s Amazon page.]
God Bless you! And Happy Tyler Jr.’s Due Date!