My husband has too much free time.

On another note, I am suddenly tempted to write silly things about my life that are ultimately of no consequence, but would be (for the moment) interesting to random blog perusers, whom I could make jealous of my uncanny ability to amuse them with my life experience. I opt, instead, for the following:

This morning I came to the conclusion that breastmilk is not the perfect food. In terms of eternity, that is. Saints have the benefit of the living water of Christ, which is the perfect food. I understand what the woman at the well must have meant when she asked for this water. I already have it, but so often I find myself (and my stomach) seeking something else for satisfaction. Don't I realize that one day I will stand on the edges of Jordan, eternally secured by the Savior's love and filled with the glory of God? I get that! I don't deserve that, but it dwells within me even now. And this same PROVIDER is my Father today as well as on that one. What an amazing truth this is. Far more satisfying than the milk I give my daughter to eat.

Back to randomness...
A Big Hunk Of Love is the most obscure, ridiculous excuse for an Elvis song that I can think of. No one has heard of this song...ever.

I tend to write on my blog when I have checked my friends' blogs and see that they have written something new on theirs. Is this a subtle form of peer pressure?

After a long weekend filled with old friends, old struggles, and a new baby...I am tired. Yesterday was an adventure in errand-running. I took Tabitha to Earthfare, Target, and the park. This is her third time in a park, although she has no idea of that, because she slept through this trip (along with the previous two). Today she is sleeping again, largely because she decided not to do so last night. But I forgive her, because today is her 4 week old birthday! Yay! I can't believe how quickly the past four weeks have gone by. Much faster than the last month of my pregnancy, that's for sure. I am so thankful for the relaxing pace of my days since she has been born. I have someone to share the house with now during the day, and a forced schedule that makes me so much more effective in housekeeping.

Finally, I would like to say that I am so blessed to have such a great marriage. I love my husband, and he loves me. God provides for us, and there is no need for me to fear the future. Praise God for Johnmark, because he has been so amazingly equipped to lead and love me through this life. God's grace is evident in his life in so many ways. I am overjoyed to come to breakfast in the morning and see that he has spent time with God there, and to listen in the evenings to him worshipping the Lord with songs and hymns. What an awesome God we serve!