"Unspoken"

When I was in high school we had these small bible study groups we called "Power Packs". Each week we would all take the opportunity to share any prayer requests with one another - a way to intercede on behalf of friends regarding any and everything that they might feel they needed prayer for. Countless times, I can recall myself and others mentioning a simple "unspoken". It meant simply, that we had something we needed prayer for - but for whatever reason we were not able, or chose not to go into further detail. With confidence we trusted that God not only heard, but completely understood those "unspoken" prayer requests - even when we ourselves did not know what we were truly praying for.

That said, I have an "unspoken".

It actually is not for myself, but for someone else who I do not yet have permission from to share what exactly it pertains to. I myself have been praying I think harder about this request than I have for anything else in quite a long time, for the last couple of weeks. It involves some incredibly dear friends of mine who I love very much, and I am asking - if not pleading - with any and everyone to join me... just to simply ask the Lord to please calm a storm that you yourself know nothing about.

He will know what you're talking about - even though you don't.

If I'm given permission at a later time I will share more... but for now, I will leave it at this. And if you feel led, feel free to share your prayer or thoughts in the comments... It's very possible that the ones you are interceding for will read it eventually.

Pathetic

My daughter's away at Grandma Cooks for 3 whole days... Grandma Brunsting was granted a one week vacation from driving down here to babysit. Mommy on the other hand, was not granted a one week vacation - per Daddy... which explains why I'm sitting here at work at 1am while Ella is fast asleep (we hope) at Grandma's house.

Is it pathetic that I've watched the video posted below at least 23 times in the last 24 hours because I miss her so much??

SOOOOO Big!

SOOOOO Big! from Meghan Johnson on Vimeo.

A Mended Relationship

Last week we FINALLY got to catch up with Betsy and Noura since they returned from 6 months in Africa. Ella was a little nervous about the whole thing - after getting beat up by sweet little Noura last time... but it turned out the distance did them both some good. Noura charmed Ella with her fabulous reading skills... and even fed her some cheerios!!

A Call for Prayer

(Pause music player in right side bar before playing video)

It's been awhile since I've sent us down this road... found this tonight and felt like it was beyond worthy of sharing. You can check out her carepage here: http://apps.katiefitch.com/Blog/

If for some reason you have trouble viewing this, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYDOlyZr2R4

Only a Mommy...

So today I had my first appointment at the OB's office. It's funny how it just seems like "yesterday" that I was trekking there on a regular basis... (hmm... guess it really was)! Well, I realized quickly that this time around things will be very different. I have a shadow now. She weighs about 20 pounds, recently became a crawling-up-to-no-good little genius, and somehow thinks she was born to be attached to my hip at all costs. My little shadow accompanied me to my appointment today... and it was quite the adventure. All in all I have to hand it to our little trooper. She was very well behaved considering how sleep deprived she was - and how full her little tummy must have been after I shoved 5 cups of cheerios in her mouth to keep her quiet during the first 30 minutes we waited to get in... and then the first 15 of my chatting with the Practitioner. She lost it a little bit while the NNP attempted to locate a heartbeat on our little alien. (I am not far enough along for one to be audible... at least that's what we are hoping!)... but calmed down with the speciman cup I found for her to play with. (OK... I'm kidding - relax Mom!)

The best part came when we were sent down the hall for lab work. My poor child bounced, wiggled, and tugged all over my lap for another 45 minutes as we waited for my name to be called, and once it was, my greatest test of true motherhood began. I am proud to announce that not only did I hold my lovely daughter with one arm on one side of my body while the phlebotomist poked twice (not once), and sucked 6 tubes of blood out of my arm... but I somehow managed to balance her on that same side - PEE in a CUP and submit a urine specimen (only slightly contaminated by the lid she tried to place in her mouth)!!!!!!!!

Let's hear it people!! I want some props!!! (And the name of a babysitter if you have one!)

Regarding the New Photo of Our Unborn...

YIKES!! It's an ALIEN!!