Always in the market for quality work clothes for my husband, I have been looking at coveralls for men as well as some different shoes. The shoes are harder to find, I think. He goes through those faster than pants. I feel bad that he has to work so hard, but he is a worker. That’s who he is. If he didn’t have a job, he would still be a hard worker doing whatever he could do to continue to support his family. Love him for that and then some.

I haven’t written a heap about this pregnancy online, because of all the things that we have going on in general. It has not been easy, for sure. I have been taking it very easy, even though my husband still has to get surgery at some point soon.

I got a new doctor this past week as the clinic was turning into a circus. I was tired of tripping over people and the hallway being full of medical computer carts. They were running out of space for patients and putting them in rooms with portable monitors because there was no where else to be. It was disastrous! My high risk doctor looked as if he was at risk for passing out because he was totally overworked and overrun from the hospital and the doctor’s office. I figured, one less person on his agenda would be better for him and myself.

The new doctor is awesome. They still have medical computer carts, but they aren’t being tripped over by their patients. The doctors there are much more on point, as they can take their time with each person that comes into their office. I look forward to having a a calmer birth experience than I would have otherwise.

I am currently 30 weeks, trying really hard to make sure this baby stays in till at the least 35 weeks when her lungs are completely developed. Hopefully, we won’t have any hiccups that would make things happen any other way. Keep us in prayer!

My guitar, that is. I have been playing my Washburn Tahoe guitar since my son was around 1 year old. We got a really God sent deal on it when we lived in New Jersey. My husband was generous enough to get me the guitar as a gift back in 2004. That guitar, we always joke, cost more than our car at the time. Seeing as it is has now been 8 years since I first picked up that guitar, you can see it was a great investment in my life and my ministry.

I had purchased a guitar before this one on a popular auction site for about $25 dollars before we made this purchase. It was a “test” guitar. Sidenote: I highly recommend that people who want to play guitar get a cheaper test guitar first, to make sure that a future investment would be worth it. I LOVED playing. I picked it up so quickly.

It’s in my genes, though, as my father has been a guitar player since he was 18 years old. He was self taught, as am I. It was only in recent years that dementia stole his ability to play guitar. Before that even happened, he had already given me his prize red electric blues guitar as a gift to our ministry. He saw the blessing that God has bestowed upon me for playing guitar and rending hearts with God’s words. He was able to be there when I was allowed to minister at a rather large venue in worship. That sealed the deal for him. He would NEVER have let me touch his guitar before, but that day changed his mind about everything. He has been a huge blessing to me and our ministry ever since.

That’s why I play with passion. There is so much that goes into even one song, whether it be my own or one that is written by someone else. My father’s love for me and my ministry, my experiences in life, the fact that I was once told I was not allowed to lead worship because I didn’t know how to play guitar, and the blessings that God has bestowed upon me have all spurred me on to this very day. I am not the BEST guitarist in the world, by far. I don’t play awesome riffs and get all rockstar with my playing. What God has shown me is that it’s not really what you play on a guitar, but how you play it. If it’s filled with His spirit, it always sounds like Heaven on earth.

I have so much stuff to do and no energy at all. I am fighting the effects of a the new pill I am on for the pregnancy and pregnancy itself, which makes you exhausted. Nesting has all but gone out the door except for the little bitty spurts of “must do” that I get once in a while. I have to get my closet fixed up and that corner of my room done before the end of this week. I have to get my bag packed before the end of next week. I want the room completely put together by 2 weeks from today. That will put me at about 30 weeks. I can go anywhere from 35 weeks, so being prepared is a good thing.

Still, knowing allllll that, I could go to sleep right now and nap until hubby gets back for lunch at noon! AUGH!

I really have to praise Him anyhow. Crazy things are happening in our lives right now. Hubby is at 50% disability with his work due to the accident back in August of last year. We FINALLY got to see a doctor that cares more about him than the WC board. He goes to the pain management doctor next month and gets further evaluation about 2 different surgeries that may have to take place.

My pregnancy is also something on our minds. It hasn’t been easy. The baby is great, it’s my body that’s the problem. I am not built to be a great baby incubator. I just hold together barely long enough to get the job done. I am still on rest and unable to do all that I wish to do. I haven’t felt the greatest. The bed and I are fast friends most days.

Thanking God that our son is okay. He has become more of a man in the last few weeks than I would have imagined at this stage. He has become very outspoken. There is NO hair on his tongue! You can’t reprimand a child when he is RIGHT.

Just keep our family in prayer.

I want to show up on her doorstep so bad. I would LOVE to knock on her door and just hand her one of those just because gifts! I miss her so much it’s like missing my twin! The only consolation is that we are closer in proximity than we have been in a looooong time. She is such an awesome woman. I have never met anyone like her before and probably never will again. It’s been waaay too long since I saw her last