Your Word Is Truth

It's a rare moment when the house is quiet. I'm thankful for those moments, but also giving thanks that it's not always quiet. My children and husband are blessings, teaching me patience, reliance on God alone, and what it means to love. I praise God for humbling me, convincting me in areas I am blind to. I am embarking on a journey of encouraging my husband with my words. That means refraining from any kind of criticism, to him personally, complaining about him to someone else, or (hardest of all) complaining about him to myself. That also means daily telling him something I love about him or am grateful for. I need prayer in this. I am quick to speak with a cutting tongue. My prayer is to become like that much-venerated woman of Proverbs 31:11-12: "The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not evil, all the days of her life." I am also praying I can do a better job of taking care of our ho

My family has gone to a church fellowship, which I am sorry to miss, but couldn't handle today, being very pregnant and sorely exhausted from yesterday's bustle of shifting everyone's bedrooms around to get ready for our newest member's arrival. Thanking the Lord for the quiet. As I sit, this overcast, quiet Sunday afternoon, my thoughts are on all the things I am waiting for. I am awaiting this new one's birth with greater and greater anticipation, as discomforts become greater and our preparations become more complete. I have to remind myself how like Christ's incarnation pregnancy is...how He gave up His place, His glory, His form; set aside some of His divine attributes (like omnipresence); and confined Himself to a human body, restricted in many more ways than I am in this pregnant one.  "...Christ Jesus; who being in very nature God,  did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made Himself nothing, taking the very nature of