Pressing Towards The Mark

Sometimes when you are this far along in pregnancy all you can do is put one foot in front of the other.
Like that is about all you got.

That is where I am! And you can't explain it to nobody who hasn't gone through it, hasn't lived it. You can't explain that your body and your mind are at the point of breaking, but it is the grace of God that is getting you through. You can't talk about the fact that in one pregnancy you have had Sciatica, hemorrhoids, debilitating fatigue, pelvic pressure, locusts, the four horseman of the apocalypse it is all the same. Whatever, you are still here by the Grace of God. You are as I am pressing towards the mark through the favor and the grace and the mercy of God.

By the time I get off work I am exhausted, but from the work to hubbin, I pull it together enough to have a smile and a hug and a kiss waiting for him. A ear turned to him to hear about his day cause he deserves that, and I am his wife! By the time Layna gets into the car, I have rested enough where I can ask about her day and give her a hug. Tell her how much mama missed her. Which truly I did! And by the time dinner is served, the one laundry load a day is done and i have straightened up the house, I fall into bed exhausted and the sleep coma comes galloping onto my consciousness. The alarm goes off at 4am. I wake up and start praying. Sometimes like this morning I don't pray first, I just pour out my heart to God. Sometimes it is straight complaining, sometimes it is repenting, sometimes it is thinking through options and plans in the silence of the night. Sometimes it is praising and praising only. But it is the time where I come to God and he restores me. The bible says she rises while it is still night getting food for her household. (Proverbs 31:15)...

 I'm at a point where I don't even want to talk to people. Not because I am in some kind of a funk. But because all of my energy is lined up and focused on what God has placed in front of me. Henry and Layna and Alex, and it takes all I have to keep us going. Like I said I am pressing towards the mark. I still pray for all of my friends, thank God for my prayer warriors, who are either in my situation or something else and we lift each other up. But just conversation for conversation's sake not now, cause I am pressing towards the mark.

My armor is bent and shredded places, I fall, God picks me up carries me dusts me off, and puts me back on my feet and I keep moving, moving towards the mark that God has set before me with my family in tow. It isn't pretty, but there is love there, and there is the presence of God there. I would give anything to just rest till Alex gets here, certainly my body is begging me to do just that.

What is the mark. Simple, right now Alex is the mark, he is the promise of  God. The gift that God has given me and that is what we are ALL focused on.

I guess this post is for women who are not glowing in their third trimester. Women who are tired, who are pressing towards the mark for their families. Women who are have hitched their tent under the wings of the Almighty and who are pressing towards the mark.

Battle Cry-- 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.

James 1:4
Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.