40 weeks

My mind has been busy processing...
Perhaps... over-processing.
Talking a lot to our Good Papa...
About what He has been forming.

In me.

In us.

His wildness continues to amaze.
Almost 10 months ago we put our home on the market.
After close to 40 weeks of seed growing...
It's finally time to birth out...
What has been maturing in the secret.
I am so curious what my eyes shall see.
What my hands shall behold...
What great joy my heart shall take in.

Our God...
Such a loving physician...
He is so tender in the reminding.
Our story forever marked by great trails of tears...
More yet to travel.
Always...
Leading us to GREATER dancing rivers.

Over the past few days...
Someone else has been processing the change births bring.

My favorite Little  Mister...

Practically living in his superman tee...

He came down the stairs wearing this number.

His choice!

Heart quietly pondering..

"His boys."

Always asking...

"What are they are doing?"

"Where are they?

"What they are having for breakfast?"

Which leads to the other day...

Prince Bud was commenting on how He could see...

Lincoln and Tucker in the fruit of what was nourishing his little self.

He was so proud...

So full of joy as he shared each part.

Pointing out each detail... careful...

NOT TO FORGET!

Ahh....

A lifelong theme for this princess.

One I must say over and over and over and over.

Don't forget!

The story he places in one hand...

Is meant to fuel another.

So... as we all enter in to the the birthing room...

We anticipate hard labor...

Sleepless nights.

Many tears...

Pain and joy...

Shifts in family dynamics...

New life...

And letting go of some past blooms of joy...

So that other promises might have room to grow.

In childbirth...

One of the first and most important things that happens...

The first gift is given...

To the gift of life itself...

A name.

What a treasure for the one that has been entrusted with the naming.

Knowing the temptation...

To spend our lives reinventing who and what we are known for...

Instead of resting...

In WHOM has given us all things.

Just for a season...

To shape and mold...

Adding to the glory of His Kingdom.

Mold us and make us... this is what I pray.