Struggling

Today is Ian's due date. I hurt. I am anxious. I am grieving. I am hopeful that the God of comfort will meet me where I am and pour out His love on me today, because I so desperately need it.

When I am hurting He is there:

"I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave,you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night—
but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you." Psalm 139:7-12

And He cares and will use it for His GLORY:

"All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ. " 2 Cor 1:3-5


"And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them." Romans 8:28

From my Beth Moore study I am affirming these things today:
God IS who He says He is
God CAN do what He says He can do
I am who God says I am
I can do all things in Christ
God's word is alive and active in me
I'M BELIEVING GOD!

Imagination

Sometimes I think my oldest son was born without one. He is smart. Rather than play pretend he would rather do school work. He's always been that way. My youngest can play for hours by himself without a care. His thumbs become people, his socks mountains, and he is off in his own little world. But the big one.. not so much. He's different than me in that respect. Legos have been helping cultivate that in him though. He builds and creates, and then plays. Not for long, the building is more fun for him than the playing. When I see the imagination I try to encourage it subtly. I love that he is a boy who likes to learn and analyze. He so different from me, but he is mine and he brings me joy.