As I scramble to tie up loose ends with the 1st Annual Conference, just 10 days away, I am also counting the days until my little boy, Noah, is born. God willing, he'll hold out until at least the 22nd of the month.
This, as you can imagine, increases the stress I am feeling by a factor of ten. I find it hard to pray, as I am overwhelmed with preparing, cleaning, washing, taking care of, worrying and other "ing" words. Just when I need to most, I find it the hardest.
I think if it weren't for those praying FOR me, I'd probably collapse under the weight of it all.
Isn't this the time when I should be stockpiling sleep? Uh uh. Not me. I'm in training camp for the real "Baby Season". Thank God for His strength, because I have none left.
In the last month, we have had to replace our washer and dryer, lawnmower and dishwasher. All broke down at the same time. I have also been involved in a hit-and-run accident (as the victim). Our old washing machine decided to flood our newly installed tile.
My wife reminds me to keep my eyes on Jesus and not watch the waves. Good advice. That's why I married her.
Now she's ready to give birth to our third child. I guess I shouldn't complain so much. She has the harder job.
May God bless the conference and our little one. See you all on the 21st.