The funny thing about being pregnant...

As I near the "8 weeks are left" mark, I just keep chuckling about what a funny experience it is to be pregnant, like...

*Having the world constantly feel like they have this instant connection with you. Never do people just randomly walk up to you and ask questions, except when you're pregnant. How weird!

*Using my husband as a defense against weird men touching my belly

*Having my students say the funniest things...pregnancy is such a mystery to them :)

~"When's it coming out?"

~"How did it get in there?"...awkward

~"Why is your belly so big?" - to which I responded - "there's a baby in there" - they said "did you eat it?"....well, no....

*Going back to all elastic pants and slip on shoes - it reminds me of being a kid again...everything needs to be as easy as possible!

*Eating like there is no tomorrow and everyone congratulating you for it.

Even with all this, I still can't believe it every time Brynne moves - it's the most incredible miracle and I can't wait to meet our sweet baby girl!

Wonderful Worship and a Belly Update

Recently, we had the incredible opportunity to go to a Getty concert in Richmond. If you have never heard their music, they are endeavoring to write contemporary hymns for people to use in their churches. Their text is very theological and they put music to it that enhances the message so well. The concert was so encouraging - drawing attention to Christ and not a "performer" which I appreciate so much. Praise God for people like this that He is using to encourage the body of Christ!

One of my favorites:

Oh, to see the dawn of the darkest day:

Christ on the road to Calvary.

Tried by sinful men, torn and beaten, then

Nailed to a cross of wood.

CHORUS:

This, the pow'r of the cross:

Christ became sin for us; Took the blame, bore the wrath—

We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain written on Your face,

Bearing the awesome weight of sin. Ev'ry bitter thought,

Ev'ry evil deed crowning Your bloodstained brow.

Now the daylight flees; now the ground beneath quakes as its maker bows His head. Curtain torn in two,

Dead are raised to life;"Finished!" the vict'ry cry.

Oh, to see my name written in the wounds, for through Your suffering

I am free. Death is crushed to death;

Life is mine to live,won through Your selfless love.

These are friends from college that we hooked up with in Richmond...the Saunders.

And of course...here I am in all my glory - about ten weeks from delivery :)