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0 comments | Sunday, December 25, 2005

... mostly relating to the fact that my blog has basically died lately because my good friends Ham, Turkey, cornbread dressing, cranberry sauce, and red velvet cake have come to visit.

Just as an aside, it occured to me the other day that I don't think cranberry sauce would be as good if it didn't have those ridges in it from the can.

But I digress.

Things in the house here have been pretty nice and calm, we slept in this morning, but kinda made up for it this evening by listening to the podcast from church. (what an age we live in, huh?)
Ann's cooking today has been fantastic. Yesterday we exchanged gifts, and had a great time just relaxing around the house.

It seems like lately we get lots of uplifting words, and we really appreciate it. Things can get pretty down if you let them, but thankfully we have lots of folks praying and agreeing on our behalf. It's truly an awesome feeling to know that you are being brought into the Throneroom of God every single day by so many people. It's really more than knowledge though, it is more like a presence.

I know that my reactions to our situation are not considered "normal". I actually struggle with the way I feel. I do not go about fretting over the end result of our pregnancy. My struggle centers around why I do not go about fretting over that end result. Is it my faith that God will heal my child, and this is a reassurance from Him? Is it my faith that God is in control no matter what happens, and this is a reassureance from Him? Is this just a defense mechanism in my mind that, because it creates an overload condition, has shut down my emotions?

I said that, and my wife just started talking to the baby because he (or she) is moving. That happens alot. Anytime we start talking about the baby, or one of us starts to hit a time when we are scared out of our minds, the baby starts offering taps of reassurance. It doesn't matter which of us... in fact Ann didn't even know what I was typing.

We don't doubt at all that their Dad (not me, THE Dad) is moving in them. Coincidence? I'm learning more and more each day that if I believe that "All things work together for the good for them that love the Lord", then NOTHING can be coincidence. Everything must be set in motion.

I'm also contemplating a post on truth, and how truth does not require believers in order to be true. That one has just started forming in my brain, and it may get wadded up and thrown in the wastebasket before long. Don't hold your breath for that post... just a thought i'm having.

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