The last week of February

I feel like once March shows up so will the baby, I know I will still have 19 days (technically) but I know that time will fly by. I had one of those holy cow I'm someone's mother moments...that seems bizzare to me. It's making me rethink goals and passions, I'm redirecting my life for someone I haven't even met. Jobs, careers, those things seem more important in the sense that where I work says something about me. Maybe nothing HUGE, but it could be, just like who you surround yourself is a reflection of you...I don't know. A career change at this point in our economy? I'm not worried about it. What I'm worried about is going into labor and pooping on my baby, a job is a job is a job.

Apparently I love food

Yesterday my dad's sermon was about where your treasure is that's where your heart is. I think that means my heart is at Foodland supermarket. (according to my check book anyways)

I started thinking, that's not necessarily a bad thing. A pregnant woman and a 6'4" Hawaiian have got to eat, but it did make me think. What do I feed the rest of me? I eat my veggies and drink my water, but what does the rest of me get? I used to be an avid reader, I now seem like I never have the time. I used to study and learn, now I watch foodnetwork and go I think I could make that.

I'm not saying it's wrong, but growing up in a scholastic family it feels weird to not be able to say I'm reading....

Step one of operation live by faith went okay this past week, trying to memorize scripture and read a passage in the Bible every night, I want an epiphany but I think right now we're just going to focus on commitment.

Today involves me, being a housewife: Cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping and a bunch of other things, lets see if I can do all that for the glory of God.

and so it begins

as I am now 6 weeks away from my due date, settled in our new apartment, and stressing about taking on the responsibilities of finances and being an adult, I have decided to start a blog. Maybe more for myself than anything else, a place to put down thoughts and remind myself that "all things work together for good to them that love the Lord". I don't expect large miracles, but perhaps it's the minute ones that make the huge differences.

And so the journey begins, to rely on Faith to sustain me in the middle of the night when I wake up thinking that all is lost. This is that moment that screams live in fear or be comfortable not knowing what God is going to do, and be excited rather than nervous.