The first hue of dawn tints the edges of the sky like a water color canvas. You're burrowed in a mound of too warm blankets desiring to hibernate like a woodland creature. Resigning yourself you yawn, stretch then peek open your eyes wondering, "What amazing inspiration shall the world bring to me today." The earth hums back "We shall see."
Monday, February 22, 2010
When Baby Makes the Schedule
Let me tell you there are times when it is very hard to work for a church, one of those times are when you are pregnant and the baby has not been born on the exact day the doctors say you are due. Now suddenly everyone looks at you mystified and demands. "Where's the baby." Like I somehow have a say in the matter and I am intentionally delaying the baby. As if we somehow stepped into some twilight zone where all babies are born exactly when they are due and I am somehow messing with the system. I am so glad that everyone is excited for baby, I am excited too, but baby will come when she wants, and I am just fine with that.
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