If we could sit down with a cup of tea I'd ask you how you were doing?
I would probably already have a pot ready to be honest and a few little snacks. Don't worry, if wasn't to much trouble. This is my love language.
I'd probably have the kids quietly playing in their rooms or maybe in the backyard with the dog. I've already given them a good talkin' to. So hopefully they will be very respectful. We shall see...
I'll tell you that...
I'm expecting again.
I'm just a little over six weeks.
This is my tenth pregnancy.
Did you know that?
Yes, I've had four miscarraiges. So I'm a little used to the wait and see game.
I'm not very excited about the pregnancy yet.
I want to be but...I know how hurt feels.
(My nose starts to twitch when I'm about to cry, don't mind me)
You see, I don't feel pregnant.
Other than really tired, but let's face it, I have five children.
But usually, by the 5th week, I'm already feeling nauseous.
Am I worried? Not really. Just waiting and trying to be patient.
I know that if this baby doesn't make it than I will be alright.
The Lord has always healed my heart but He does not let us forget.
The one verse that always comes to mind is
At this moment I can't help but imagine that Lillie would have already interrupted about a half dozen times or she's standing at the back door wanting to come in.
Did you know that Lillie is my wild child?
Just in case you didn't know that, please let me fill you in.
We were once in the grocery store and she was in the top section of the buggy.
I was shopping for juice. There was a new mom with a fresh, new baby right beside us in the aisle. All of a sudden, Lillie sneezed.
The new mom looked at Lillie and said very sweetly, "bless you."
Lillie cut her eyes and looked at the woman with the meanest expression that you can imagine and grunted out, "don't you tell me, bless you!"
I can't even describe to you the embarrasment I felt.
So you see, Lillie is my wild child.
A bit of a spit-fire.
She has also been a tool to humble me.
When I get upset with her, which happens quite a few times every day, I often hear the Lord speak to my heart.
I am gently reminded of how I do not listen to Him.
How I do not take the time to spend with Him.
How His grace is never ending.
How kind He is to me.
How He never speaks out in anger to me.
And how much He loves me.
And just because I love this picture. Karigan does being a big sister so well.