Well it's time. Time to start blogging again. I've been thinking about this moment for over a month now. I met with a dear friend, and with her help and guidance, started dreaming about the "vision" for my blog, along with new templet ideas and traffic generation. But none of it has taken off, obviously. Instead, I'm here today, writing once again, because of the regret I already feel for not documenting this special, challenging time in our lives. As much as I would love for this blog to be a place of encouragement and community and widespread readership, it's original purpose was to be a simple online journal of the amazing journey of motherhood that I'm on. So that's my focus now, the purpose behind this blog.
Where do I even begin? I'm entering into the 8th month of my third (and final) pregnancy. I'm exhausted, joyful, emotional, irritable, and nostalgic. Our house is in chaos as we are trying to organize and prepare for our baby boy's upcoming arrival. Lucas and Ava are now sharing a room and while it's been a difficult adjustment (i.e. lack of sleep for us all), I'm believing some very good things are coming from this new arrangement.
Yes, our son does have a name and no it's not a secret. But for some reason, I can't bring myself to announce it "online" until his birth. But if you see me in person, I'd be happy to tell you!
I already love our little boy so much. I often find myself daydreaming about life once he arrives. The simple, daily tasks of feeding and changing him. Giving baths in the kitchen sink with two eager helpers at my side and the all consuming exhaustion from no sleep, are just a few of the joys and worries that distract me. One minute I'm marveling at how our family is going to be forever blessed by this little boy and the next I'm stressing over the amazing task of raising three little ones at home.
I pray daily that our children will be best friends. I want them to know with every breath that the people who love them the most are right here in this house. I'm humbled and scared at the responsibility of raising these three children. More than anything, I want them to know the all-consuming love of Jesus. I want them to know that He is more than enough and that without Him life is meaningless. I also know that Matt and I share the enormous task of being a walking, breathing Jesus to our children. His love for them and plans for them will be best demonstrated in the ways we love and care for our children.
Please pray for us as we daily seek the Lord's guidance in parenthood.
I plan on writing whenever I can steal a moment away. Thank you for sharing this journey with me. Please let me know how I can be praying for you!
Where do I even begin? I'm entering into the 8th month of my third (and final) pregnancy. I'm exhausted, joyful, emotional, irritable, and nostalgic. Our house is in chaos as we are trying to organize and prepare for our baby boy's upcoming arrival. Lucas and Ava are now sharing a room and while it's been a difficult adjustment (i.e. lack of sleep for us all), I'm believing some very good things are coming from this new arrangement.
Yes, our son does have a name and no it's not a secret. But for some reason, I can't bring myself to announce it "online" until his birth. But if you see me in person, I'd be happy to tell you!
I already love our little boy so much. I often find myself daydreaming about life once he arrives. The simple, daily tasks of feeding and changing him. Giving baths in the kitchen sink with two eager helpers at my side and the all consuming exhaustion from no sleep, are just a few of the joys and worries that distract me. One minute I'm marveling at how our family is going to be forever blessed by this little boy and the next I'm stressing over the amazing task of raising three little ones at home.
I pray daily that our children will be best friends. I want them to know with every breath that the people who love them the most are right here in this house. I'm humbled and scared at the responsibility of raising these three children. More than anything, I want them to know the all-consuming love of Jesus. I want them to know that He is more than enough and that without Him life is meaningless. I also know that Matt and I share the enormous task of being a walking, breathing Jesus to our children. His love for them and plans for them will be best demonstrated in the ways we love and care for our children.
Please pray for us as we daily seek the Lord's guidance in parenthood.
I plan on writing whenever I can steal a moment away. Thank you for sharing this journey with me. Please let me know how I can be praying for you!
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