Week before last my particular region of the country was hit with was a minor snow storm by all standards. However, it still closed down school and work and everything else for three whole days.
My mother and I were stranded in a shelter at a wonderful church. I was at my wits end because both of my loves, my hubby and my baby girl we elsewhere.
Neither one of us could get to our daughter. I was in that church shelter on Tuesday walking the floors praying for my husband and my lil girl. God heard them prayers and got them home safe.
God continued to show his mercy to me and my mother while we were in the shelter. We had to sleep on the floors and on the chairs. I tried even sleeping on top of a let down picnic table the first half of the first night. But even with all that, we never missed a meal. Had great food prepared by the church chef. We had great fellowship, and the sense of God and gratefulness in that group of 250 snowed in people was refreshing and wonderful.
Alex certainly enjoyed it, he was kicking up a storm at the different noises all around him.
Eventually though we were able to get out and get home safely. I just thank God for the experience. I thank God for his mercy and Grace in keeping all of my family safe, including the little on inside of me.
This week I had my 26 week check up. God is soo good. No gestational diabetes, blood pressure has come down and Alex heart beat is strong and steady at 146. I am praying him through and beleiving God for him. I am at the stage now where you have to count his kicks. Now if you are a slightly OCD person like myself, you will know that counting kicks sets off my particular brand of anxiousness something fierce. But as I tell my hubby, I have been Alex's mama since he was the size of a grain of rice in my womb. The level of love I have for Alex and Alayna and Henry is unparalleled and so I am all over making sure he is doing okay. Making sure I count his kicks, love on him, stroke my belly talk to him, pray for him, pray for delivery. I just can't love any of them any other way than completely and with my whole self.
So yes. I have made three sheets and i just make notes about his activity. I am at the stage of pregnancy, last of second trimester going into third trimester where I can honestly say I am ready. Ready for to come, ready to hold him, and soooo READY TO have my body back.
Between, the extreme fatigue which I still have, the neck cramps, the sciatica, the hemmroids, the constipation, the colds, the sinus infections, the scares with blood pressure. I am pretty much at my witts end. I am so ready for the promise which is this child. He is the promised from the Lord, just as Alayna was.
So I suppose the battle cry for today is this
Hebrews 10:36
For you have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God you may receive what is promised.
Praise God.
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