It is so hard to be at work... I just keep thinking "Lord, You know what number I need." It needs to be at least ten...
I feel kind of odd... I just have this thought within me that says "Going to start saying I am pregnant". "I am pregnant"...
Course, saying that is ludicrous, right?
People would either think that I have lost my marbles or fertility is driving me crazy...
Keep getting this deep sensation though to shout it from the roof tops. I don't have a roof top though, and I am nervous that I am not, in fact what is being proclaimed in my poor, obsessive, hopeful brain.
Lord you know what numbers I need. Please let this be it.
Over the years, I see we all really change for better or worse, in small ways, daily, and noticeable ways over longer periods of time, becoming more hardened or free. Maybe I can give my kids or even myself, encouragement in trusting that whatever good or bad we face, God will be the King of our daily morph... He can use it all to His glory...
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