THE MASTER'S PLAN ...






THE MASTER'S PLAN

it's funny how the road we choose is not always
the road intended.
I'm sure you've all 
experienced this 
sometimes turbulent 
change of events ...






join me in celebrating this 'road intended'

Surrounded by boxes, hungry kids and a giant moving truck in the farm driveway... me and a curious trip to the bathroom with a Walgreen's bag.  

THE DAY AFTER WE MOVED IN.

I almost fainted.

My world began to spin.

I almost fainted.
Serious.
That's never happened to me before.

Wait. 
 What about this "Turbo Fire body" I've been working so hard on???
Wait?  
What about the weedless garden I was going to have this year?
Wait?  
What about the stress that I am finally getting under control??
Wait?  
What about saving for a trip to Disney World?

Wait!
Wait!
Wait!
Wait?  What about labor?  My heart began to pound at the thought of going thru that again.
It wasn't that I didn't want another baby.
In fact, I had shed MANY tears this past year over the thought of being "done".

Wait.

Love.

Instant.  Glorious.  Love.

It happens so fast.

As the days passed, I acclimated.
I was humbled by God.
This one... this FIFTH was His idea.
Not mine.

Wait?  
You mean I am not in control????   

Now - if you are a longtime reader - you know I am in the throws of horrible all day sickness.
And we are in the same place as the last pregnancy - low, low progesterone and high risk for loss.
So, I am on the cream.  
Exhausted.
Hugging my babies...
and the toilet.
Praying to hold
"P.R. le Cinqieme" sometime this August.

So very unexpected.   

  
FIVE.