...Poppin'

Well it has certainly been a while since I have sat down to put my thoughts on paper - virtual paper that is. These last several months have come with their ups and downs just like any other season. We have found ourselves busier than we could handle and also board beyond belief. Yet with each new day, there is a constant growing reminder of the season we are about to enter. That growing reminder being my now over-sized belly of course.

This pregancy has gone well. Very similar to the first, Diclectin has become one of my closest friends. I have been very blessed to be at home through this process. It has been easier to find time to rest and miraculously I am still able to wear my engagement ring. Having a two year old to share this prenatal stage with has been an adventure of it's own.

LittleK is still keeping me on my toes. She has become a great personal trainer; taking me for regular walks, demanding to be carried and loving to be chased. She has also helped me grow in patience and endurance. I have been humbled many times as she reminds me I truly have no clue what is going on in a toddler's mind. The minute I am tempted to think I now know it all, she quickly corrects me. Though there are days of endless meltdowns, there are also days filled with joy and laughter. LittleK holds my heart in a way none other has had before.

There is a part of me that is already starting to grieve our time together. I know I will not truly know what it is like to have another child in my life until it happens. My heart aches to think that soon I will not be able to give her 100% of my affections and attention. Yet, my observations from those arround me give me assurance that there is enough love to go around and each child takes their own place in your heart.

Today I was reminded of the parable Jesus told of a shepherd who left 99 sheep to save 1 that was lost. Somehow, like this shepherd, God loves each of His children with a unique and special love. In this story, the 99 are still loved, cared for and important. The one that is lost recieves the attention and care that is required at the time. It could have been any one of those sheep that wandered and the shepherd would have done the same.

With the loss of our precious duo, will come the birth of a trio. I will try to embrace these last few weeks we have together on our own and celebrate the change as it comes. I know LittleK will be an incredible big sister and I will get the oppertunity to see another view of God's love for us first hand.

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Matthew 18:10-14

"What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish."