I started out with the best intentions of being productive this week, only to end up on Friday in about the same place as I began. The main problem was – quite literally – getting out of town. Most times, we ended up like this before we even hit the freeway:
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I never really saw myself as a girl who would be lifting her shirt up in the back, much less front, seat of the car; however, I couldn’t unhook my bra strap fast enough. Okay, for those of us who have worn nursing bras, it’s more like a pull the shirt up and hold with chin while unclasping the nursing bra and rolling it down…all while balancing your screaming baby in the other arm. Not sexy.
My timing was obviously horrible. Each time I’d get a bit farther. By mid-week, I made it all the way to the freeway before Avery’s cries hit a new and incredible pitch. Imgine a goat crying out right before slaughter. Yes, that awful yell there, that’s it. 10 minutes of that in the car and I felt like my soul was being ripped out of my chest. I needed an exit, both emotionally and physically. And then I saw it, the exit to a local Catholic church.
Sanctuary, sanctuary!
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See, God answers prayers! Even ones spoken in borderline desperately blasphemous whispers of, “Ohmygod, help me. Please, please help me!“ After the whole, “Hey, let’s put a growing human in-between womankind’s lungs and bladder,” I think even He, in all His wisdom, realizes that was a bit unfair and makes it up to us in different ways.
Not that I should be complaining about fairness on this Good Friday. I love Christmas with its carols, candles, and nativities. I have since forgiven the old man that pulled me aside by the elbow after service to tell me, “I hope there’s room at the Inn!” I’m sure what he meant was that I looked glorious at 8 months pregnant while I waddled down the aisle. Anyway, the Easter holiday gets me most excited to be a Christian, because what we need endless amounts of in this world is grace.
And talking of grace, I get to hold my new niece, named Grace, for the first time this weekend! So, my weekend will be full of grace and Grace! Love abounds this Easter holiday! I hope you enjoy what looks like a beautiful weekend in SoCal!
Deborah Cole - totally have been there. Micah’s metabolism was so fast that for a full year he ate EVERY hour (‘cept during sleep because miraculously it slows while you sleep). It was awful trying to fit in any time to do anything from grocery shopping to cleaning. Ugh!
But…it’ll get easier. I promise.
Have a blessed Easter.
Aimee Desiree Sproul - We’re at 1.5hrs. most days. She’s such a chunky monkey! Happy Easter to you, too!