Bleh...that's how the past 24 hours has been. Tabitha has mysteriously been kidnapped and swapped out with some evil child that needs no sleep and wants to eat as often as she blinks. I am tempted to put her photo on milk cartons, but I don't think they do that anymore. I am living the parenting nightmare of no sleep and visitors on the way to further disrupt what is left of the "schedule". And I am having the worst cramps of my life. So, on the flip side...this experience has taught me to be truly grateful for the good child I used to have. I realize that many parents live this same nightmare, well, nightly. I have been blessed with a three week old who typically enjoys sleeping through the entire night without a peep. So, it could be much worse.

I have been thinking about the wrath of God today. How I am so unaware of its magnitude. Ignorance may be bliss, but it's still ignorance. And yet, is it that I ignore the wrath of God? Well, I must say that I probably do. As foolish a statement as that may be, for, anyone who genuinely encounters the wrath of God certainly cannot ignore it. Which makes me wonder, how am I to honestly fear something that I can't encounter? That wrath intended for me was poured out on Christ. At the same time, reading about the fate of people in the Bible who did meet with God's wrath, I am fully aware that they all ended up dead (at best). So, by intellectual consent, I do fear God. How silly of me to believe that emotional fear is what God is after. Oh no, He wants much more than that.