I desperately, frantically read last week. And read some more. And then read some more. I read until late at night. I read in the spa Sweet Pea’s birth tub. I read on the couch. I read to the boys while they played in Sweet Pea’s tub. I read while Smiley took a bath. I banned myself from all things fiction.
But I still have 8 days left of my Bible in 90 Days.
Even though the deadline has come and gone. I will finish this goal. I’m so close.
And I still have to obey what the Lord told me: read the Bible from cover to cover before Sweet Pea is born. Even though we have decided on her name, I want to honor my Lord.
Plus, all of this time in the Word, has made me a better daughter to the King, a wife, and a mother . . . I think, at least.
Favorite verses from my recent readings:
- Man does not life on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. (Matthew 4:4)
- Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? (Matthew 6:27)
- Ephphatha! (Which means, “Be opened!”) Ahem.
- For my Father’s will is that EVERYONE who looks to the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. (John 6:40)
- A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world. (John 16:21)
- I’d love for my face to be likened to an angel like Stephen’s in Acts 6:15. Because it MOST CERTAINLY didn’t come even close to that today.
- And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)
- If God is for us, who can be against us? (Romans 8:31a)
The Hottie asked me what my new goal is going to be. Will I take 8 days to finish this . . . or push the throttle and complete it in less that that? I told him that this post was supposed to decide that.
But I think that tonight, I shall let God decide. I’d like think that I’m going to have a baby tonight.
Alas, no signs of that on the horizon, though.
I know . . . patience.
