Bursts of Blessings

Ahhhh. That's about all I can say after a great weekend with my family. We stayed at a motel and had a great time just hanging out together. I found it hard to sleep though...I didn't want to miss a thing. So for a long time I just laid there in the dark and listened to my boys breathe (sometimes snort, cough, or talk) in their sleep. We went swimming, watched movies, tried (unsuccessfully) to pick out a recliner, ate together, and played games on my computer. It was wonderful, uninterrupted, undistracted time with them. It was hard to send them off back to the mountains. Especially when I was giving Luke a hug and kiss...he thought I was getting him out of his car seat to go somewhere with me...he got all excited and in his "matter-of-fact" voice told Brady he was going with Mommy and he'll be back later. When I told him goodbye he asked why. When I talk to him on the phone he asks if he can come to "my" house. I could tell the boys were missing me more this time than last week.

Some days I look at the calendar and think, "how can I possibly last for 4 more weeks?" And then I think about this baby. And I feel this baby move. And I think that this might have to be the last time I get to be pregnant, the last time I get to feel a little person grow inside of me. And then I think, "how can this all be going so fast?" Its a near constant tug-of-war inside me. I guess whether I'm thinking about our wonderful weekend and how great yet short it was, or whether I'm thinking about this pregnancy and how difficult yet precious each moment is...the lesson I am learning is to be content with what God chooses to give...however long or short the time may be, however easy or difficult the task at hand may be. God always gives me strength for what lies ahead, and He never leaves me alone. And sometimes along the way I get to enjoy little bursts of blessing...just like this weekend.