15 I do not understand what I eat. For I do not eat what I want to eat, but I eat the very thing I hate. 16 Now if I eat what I do not want to eat, I agree with the Best Bites Diet, that it is good. 17 So now it is no longer I who eat it, but the cravings that dwell within me. 18 For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my hormone-addled flesh. For I have the desire to eat what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. 19 For I do not eat the good food I want, but the evil food I do not want to eat is what I keep on eating. 20 Now if I eat what I do not want to eat, it is no longer I who eat it, but the child who dwells within me.
21 So I find it to be a law that when I want to eat right, evil Oreos lie close at hand. 22 For I delight in the Best Bites Diet, in my inner being, 23 but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of gravid gluttony that dwells in my members. 24 Wretched woman that I am!.... So then, I myself serve the law of Best Bites with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of gravid gluttony.
Dear baby is one of those dear types who even so tiny hearkens to his mother's voice. I've learned by now not to take it personally when the baby of the house is not of this type, but it is gratifying when one of them comes along.
Now, we've spoken here often of the difficulty of getting all these blessed blessings of any type through church services. When the goal is just to make it an hour without anyone melting down or running out, little else is accomplished. This makes us sad. At the same time, I find that even when I have opportunity to attend a service alone, which happens occasionally in these well-churched parts, I do not attend to a reading or a sermon or a prayer as completely as I might imagine myself doing. I wander off and think about suppers for the rest of the week and the next birthday and how much I want it to be spring, or soak in the personal fog that descends in these moments when I'm unusually alone.
And then I remember what I'm supposed to be doing, and my goodness, that dear man is still talking about Jesus. I am home. Some beautiful voice is speaking words of comfort to me whether or not I am paying attention, whether or not I understand them. I hear him like my baby hears me; not necessarily understanding, but knowing that if that voice is near all is well. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds.
except the reality show, because no one needs to see what I look like right now. Father Todd is correct in noting that it was quite cold that morning: 9 degrees, which is why we went with the car option over the generally more practical outdoorbirth. And on account of this and other marginal circumstances, we did proceed to the hospital which, even in an ambulance going 75, was still another 20 minutes away. Thanks, Issues dudes! :D
"Government grows more elusive every day. But the traditions of humanity support humanity; and the central one is this tradition of Marriage. And the essential of it is that a free man and a free woman choose to found on earth the only voluntary state; the only state which creates and which loves its citizens." --Marriage and the Modern Mind, G.K. Chesterton
Read the entire essay (and a bunch of others) here.
Baby 5, Boy 3 was delivered into our arms healthy and well shortly before Epiphany dawn. God be praised.
This blessed event happened to happen in our car (mostly). Despite the complications this introduced to the situation, we consider the experience to have been positive overall. Dad has another impressive accomplishment to add to his already lengthy list, and we are looking forward to advocating for carbirth and outdoorbirth in the future.
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