Good Friday.

    I've sorely neglected the blog this past week.  It has been a week of stretching and challenges for me.  Physically, emotionally, spiritually. 

1. Physically: Yeah, I know, I know.  Yes, I am the same woman who JUST posted a maternity fashion post about "wearing that bump big and proud...work it girl!" But lately I've felt about as graceful and elegant as a hippo.  And I've still got 9 weeks to go. :/  I don't mind being pregnant all that much and honestly, pregnancy is about as easy for me as I could have ever hoped it would be.  HOWEVER, that being said, EVERY woman reaches a point when she's ready to be done.  Period.  I'm not quite there yet, but getting closer.
2. Emotionally:  Oh you know, emotional stuff.
3. Spiritually:  I have been convicted about my lack of quiet time these days and wanting to put more priority on it, so I've decided to get up BEFORE Jocelyn (I know, rocket science here) and have it then.  Well that's worked...once so far.  This morning she woke up an hour early so that's maybe God telling me to wake up even earlier?  We'll see.  I really have no right to complain at all because she generally sleeps from about 8-8, and so how pathetic am I that I can't get up at 6:30 or 7?  Seriously.

   I think any woman, whether single or married or childless or child-full, can tell you she's had moments where she's wondered...what am I even doing? Who am I anymore?  Does my life matter?  Maybe she's longed for a different stage of life like the twitterpation of dating, or the thrill of engagement.  Or maybe she's just found herself comparing her life to others and coming up short of her expectations or dreams.  Maybe she is surrounded by blessing to the point of suffocation (I know I am) and STILL finds a way to wish she were living in some foreign, exotic land doing exciting, adventurous things.  Oh you know, like pooping in peace or showering without having a little mini-you try to climb in there with you.  Livin' on the edge, people!!
 
   Well that mindset is where I've found myself lately.  And it's pretty pathetic, considering what day it is today.  Good Friday.  A day that represents all that Jesus chose to do for me.  For ME. 

He saw every sin I would ever commit.
He heard every word I would ever say to hurt someone, and He still took up that cross. 
He saw my jealousy, selfishness and pride, and He still took that whip, over and over and over again.  He saw me comparing myself with others, complaining, self-pitying, and my hideous ungratefulness....and He let Himself be spit upon, mocked and scorned.  Who am I?  That He should do that for me?
 
   So today marks a turn-around in my attitude (hopefully) and I am much looking forward to taking Communion tonight, and remembering all that He did for me.  Thank-you Jesus for a church family to partake with, and remember your sacrifice! 


You are so good, God, so faithful.

   *P.S. Tune in tomorrow for a delightful post from my first guest-blogger!  She is such a funny, witty, talented writer, and has a knack for home decor that I would kil...ok, give a couple of limbs for.  To say I am tickled magenta is an understatement.  You won't want to miss it!