Five to go.

Less than five weeks until due date. Zeke's fourth birthday is around the corner. The anniversary of Andrew's and my eventful canoe ride down the river five years ago is coming up too! The sun's been shining warm and bright after the first two frosts of the year. Bit by bit the cleaning and organizing I was hoping to get to is getting crossed off the list. Surprizingly my back pain has lessoned (slightly) even with this baby girl making her presence known far and wide.

I obsess about healthy eating. I imagine where and when and how baby might come to us. I dream about life and relationships with a new little person in our home. So many good and right and necessary distractions/blessings but don't let me forget my first Love. The One who formed by body, fashioned my life, joined Andrew and me together, thought up our family, knits the details together and day by day the Lifter of my head. My strength in weary hours. My hope when tears come easy. My refuge when I need a hiding place. My Creator when I don't see the skies.

I find great fulfillment and meaning in beholding and mothering little people. I find love and significance in the romance and companionship of marriage. I delight in the beauty and blessings of friendship. But all of it would be empty and meaningless without You. The things that get me worked up and anxious disapate when I behold your glory and honor. I'm blown away by your delight. I find the place where I belong and the One I belong to. I can't be a mother without being taken care of by you. I can't love or be loved as a wife unless you teach me the way of love. Friendship has no meaning until You define it. Keep my eyes and heart centered on You.