Gratitude Friday...

What.  A.  Week.

We have been working so hard to get the house ready for the new baby.  Of course, the usual cleaning stuff, getting the playroom organized, finishing the last of the craft projects and stocking up the fridge and pantry.  Chris has also been painting more of the baseboards and doors in the living area.  

It's basically killing him that it's not done.

Actually, it's killing him that ALL the painting isn't done.  

But life will go on.  I feel certain.

The other project we've been working on is reading through the bible.  Currently, we're in Job.  Not really my favorite.  I have little patience for whining and most definitely for whining during 20+ chapters.  

Don't get me wrong.  The man lost everything.  Sick, poor and mourning his entire family.  Not exactly easy stuff there.  He earned some whining time.  

But it's still exhausting.  

What I do love is God speaking "out of the storm."  

I love all of God's rhetorical questions.  "Where were you when I laid the earth's foundations?  Tell me, if you understand.  Who marked off it's dimensions?  Surely you know!"  

Smack.

I imagine Job was looking for the nearest rock to crawl under.

For the season of life we're currently in (that being anxiously waiting for Rhys' arrival), these words from God brought me such comfort:

"Do you know when the mountain goats give birth?  Do you count the months till they bear?  Do you know the time they give birth?" ~ Job 39:1-2

This time around, without the security of a scheduled c-section, things feel much more out of control.  Wednesday night, as we waited to get out of the parking lot after fireworks, I started having some painful contractions.  Those 20 minutes in the car seemed like forever.  Chris was formatting a plan on what needed to happen to take care of Pumpkin and still getting me to the hospital.  Suddenly, everything that wasn't done became huge.  

Like our half packed hospital bag.  Lying in the floor of our closet instead of in the car.  

Thankfully, they eased off almost as quickly as they had appeared.  

But before I went to bed that night, I made a new list of what absolutely had to happen the next day.

Then I reread God's words from Job and thanked Him for being in control.  I may not know the exact details of Rhys' arrival but it's comforting to know my God does.  All I can do is be as ready as possible.  God will take care of the rest.