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Luke brought home an old Mac from his work for me to use, and I have found a little more time to read blogs again.
Not too much time, however, as I was just reminded that one cannot toilet train a toddler and type up a blog post at the same time.
Last week on Ash Wednesday, I started a Lenten devotional. Neither Luke nor I could figure out how ‘they’ counted 40 days from Ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday, until I read in one of our library books on Christian festivals that ‘they’ count only weekdays up to the day before Good Friday, and do not include Sundays. Who are ‘they’, anyway? I love the Far Side cartoon that answers that question with a few people in a little room… Anyway, I have been enjoying the way the Scripture passages have been arranged quite meaningfully in this book, and look forward each morning to how God is going to speak to me anew through them.
Another journey starts today, with an exact duration of 40 days until Easter, begun by my pastor for our church body. He was inspired by the book, From The Inside Out: A Revolutionary 40-Day Fast From Wrong Thinking! by Gregory Dickow. Pastor Mike has organized for us a program of six weeks that will renew our minds in preparation for Resurrection Day. That is something we all can use, I’m sure. You can follow along with us on our 40-day fast here.
‘They’ say that there are many numbers that have special signifigance to the Lord. 40 is apparently one of them. We are praying for at least 40 more days of gestation for this little girl of ours; will you join us in this request? She appears to be happily settled in her nest, but I tell people that we won’t know if this is a normal pregnancy until it is over. And for me, a normal pregnancy is, can you guess? 40 weeks or more. 🙂
We have reached a lull in our stormy twins experience. The rains will not likely subside until the babies are delivered, and some emotional aftermath is to be expected, too. For now, though, I actually have many days in a row that I barely think of her, while am almost constantly thinking of her. Still, there is the odd day where I run into someone in town who didn’t know, or am asked by a stranger why I am so big (“Are you sure it isn’t twins?”), or am supposed to call my insurance company and update them on my pregnancy. Then all the feelings are right there again, making it hard to breathe. It hurts, I tell Him. Lord, it hurts. I can identify a little with Ann Judson, first wife of the missionary, Adoniram, who said:
“When for a moment we realize what we once possessed…the wound opens and bleeds afresh. Yet we would still say, ‘Thy will be done.'”
I’ve found that last part especially true, and some comfort to me even today. In my conversation with Him this afternoon about my sorrow, it was as if He was saying to me, “I have something better for you. Something different.” I can’t “bleed” long when I realize that if this is the plan He has for me, it must be better. It must be perfect, as He is.
Sometimes one thing succeeds as a result of another thing’s failure. Getting all the children down to rest at one time during the day is one non-negotiable in our home, but I allow the older ones who can read to look at books during these hours. They must figure out early on that if they read the whole time, they will not have to sleep. So our youngest reader has his nest piled high with books, sometimes reading for two hours straight! This indicates that maybe I can’t take the credit directly for their love of books- it really comes from a dislike of naps. Oh well, I’m happy to admit a near defeat on this issue, if it means our kids become good readers. I’ll just keep extending naptime bit by bit…