I don't really know what to write about right now, but I had the inkling to post, so here I am. A relaxed night in the McNutt household. Although, I really need to finish the laundry, finish the dishes, and find some more food... Hmmmm...
This week has been great, but I am going back to the phase of feeling unproductive. Ugh, it's because I haven't been able to sleep less than 12 hours a night. I know what you're thinking, that that is a crazy thing to be annoyed about, but seriously, I wake up feeling like I'm getting nothing accomplished. This morning I actually got up to go to Mass, I ate breakfast with Husband, and then he left for work and I still had almost an hour before Mass. So what did I do? I fell asleep on the couch. Yep, and then I didn't wake up until WAAAAAAYYYY later.... So once again I wasted a morning away, and the crazy thing is I'm fighting to keep my eyelids open right now. Pregnant body is so crazy..... I guess it's just preparing for life with a new baby around. I know I won't be able to sleep at all then....
But, I am blessed enough to be able to sleep in when I need it, even if it is an entire week of it. We'll see how life goes in the next couple of months. It should be interesting for sure!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Signs of a Blessed Pregnant Woman
Many days I sit back and thank God for the many blessings in life. This past week has been one filled with God's blessings through many different people. I must admit that lately I have been tired and overwhelmed from different things in life, and of course God provides us with more grace and understanding than we can handle. It's a good thing.
Let me start with a co-worker of Wade's. She called and said, 'I know what it's like this stage in the pregnancy, I want to come clean your house.' Um, I would have been an idiot not to take her up on this offer. It made me cry a little, seeing as I hadn't had the energy or willpower to even do the dishes in like 2 weeks. So, we got kicked out of our house and went on a date and got home and the house was spit-shined and amazing! I've never been able to get my floors this clean. Seriously. Blessing #1.
Number Dos: Friends. They are like gold. I have had some great times with some around here lately. From our super short Super Bowl party (a sign that we are getting all growned up.) To the days I get to spend with my new, dear friend Megan. I'm telling you, it takes a true friend to go with you to a breastfeeding workshop when she's not even preggers. Of course, we went to the bead store, Chick-fil-A and looked for Valentine's stuff for the hubbies. It was a relaxing night out. (Although the workshop was simply a joke of a DVD.) Definitely a needed evening of pure joy and fun.
And probably my favorite pregnant blessing of the week (besides the fact that I have life growing within me, that's a constant one, though) is this: the other night I had been so tired, I think I slept on average about 13 hours this past weekend, anyway, I mentioned how great a bubble bath would be. The next thing I knew, my wonderful husband had scrubbed the tub down (although I think it had been scrubbed previously by afore mentioned house cleaning) and then he drew me a nice warm bubble bath, complete with my current read, a hot cup of peppermint tea, and candlelight. It was so relaxing, I think I spent at least an hour and a half in the tub while Husband and Dog were playing on the ukulele. In fact, I think I may repeat that about right now....
May every pregnant woman have as many great people in her life as I do!
Let me start with a co-worker of Wade's. She called and said, 'I know what it's like this stage in the pregnancy, I want to come clean your house.' Um, I would have been an idiot not to take her up on this offer. It made me cry a little, seeing as I hadn't had the energy or willpower to even do the dishes in like 2 weeks. So, we got kicked out of our house and went on a date and got home and the house was spit-shined and amazing! I've never been able to get my floors this clean. Seriously. Blessing #1.
Number Dos: Friends. They are like gold. I have had some great times with some around here lately. From our super short Super Bowl party (a sign that we are getting all growned up.) To the days I get to spend with my new, dear friend Megan. I'm telling you, it takes a true friend to go with you to a breastfeeding workshop when she's not even preggers. Of course, we went to the bead store, Chick-fil-A and looked for Valentine's stuff for the hubbies. It was a relaxing night out. (Although the workshop was simply a joke of a DVD.) Definitely a needed evening of pure joy and fun.
And probably my favorite pregnant blessing of the week (besides the fact that I have life growing within me, that's a constant one, though) is this: the other night I had been so tired, I think I slept on average about 13 hours this past weekend, anyway, I mentioned how great a bubble bath would be. The next thing I knew, my wonderful husband had scrubbed the tub down (although I think it had been scrubbed previously by afore mentioned house cleaning) and then he drew me a nice warm bubble bath, complete with my current read, a hot cup of peppermint tea, and candlelight. It was so relaxing, I think I spent at least an hour and a half in the tub while Husband and Dog were playing on the ukulele. In fact, I think I may repeat that about right now....
May every pregnant woman have as many great people in her life as I do!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Story of Humanity
It's Wishcasting Wednesday! I'm trying to get back in the habit of writing regularly, so I figured that even though it's late on Wednesday, I should still participate. And what a week to get back in the saddle. Here is this week's question:
What story do you wish to live or let go of?
Where does a person start with that question? It has so many levels and depths to it, just reading the question. And as I sit here and think about it, I don't know which layer to reveal. I think for tonight, both the living and the letting go take me to my ministry. I don't like to refer to it as a job, because it is so much more than that. If it was only a job I would have quit a long time ago.
So the living part...
I want to live the story of a disciple. Maybe the story of St. Peter who was out fishing all day and caught nothing and had the guts to listen to a man who told him to cast the net on the other side. And low and behold, he caught so many fish that his net busted. To have that faith. To just follow that man with no strings attached, that's the story I want to live. Or maybe the story of the woman, known as a sinner, who showed up and washed Jesus' feet with her hair and perfume and didn't care what other people thought. She knew who she was, and she knew who Jesus was, and she acted and lived on that. THAT is the story I want to live. I want to live as a person of faith, as a person who continually tries to show other people the faith, as a person madly in love with my Creator, and letting that love shine.
Actually trying to live that story is another matter, but that's where the letting go comes in. The story I want to let go of, I want to let go of my humanity. I want the divine to shine through. Although impossible, that's what I would like to let go of. Of course, I think that's why we even need faith. It helps us to reconcile our humanity to the divine. It allows us to experience the divine why we are stuck in these mortal bodies, to go beyond the realms of this world, to realize that through our humanity we get to encounter the divine. And there, I have talked that into a complete circle. Maybe I don't need to let go of my humanity, but embrace it. To love it and to acknowledge that with my humanity I get to experience the divine.
So, there's my wish for this week.
To live the story of a broken soul slowly learning to accept my humanity to encounter my God.
What story do you wish to live or let go of?
Where does a person start with that question? It has so many levels and depths to it, just reading the question. And as I sit here and think about it, I don't know which layer to reveal. I think for tonight, both the living and the letting go take me to my ministry. I don't like to refer to it as a job, because it is so much more than that. If it was only a job I would have quit a long time ago.
So the living part...
I want to live the story of a disciple. Maybe the story of St. Peter who was out fishing all day and caught nothing and had the guts to listen to a man who told him to cast the net on the other side. And low and behold, he caught so many fish that his net busted. To have that faith. To just follow that man with no strings attached, that's the story I want to live. Or maybe the story of the woman, known as a sinner, who showed up and washed Jesus' feet with her hair and perfume and didn't care what other people thought. She knew who she was, and she knew who Jesus was, and she acted and lived on that. THAT is the story I want to live. I want to live as a person of faith, as a person who continually tries to show other people the faith, as a person madly in love with my Creator, and letting that love shine.
Actually trying to live that story is another matter, but that's where the letting go comes in. The story I want to let go of, I want to let go of my humanity. I want the divine to shine through. Although impossible, that's what I would like to let go of. Of course, I think that's why we even need faith. It helps us to reconcile our humanity to the divine. It allows us to experience the divine why we are stuck in these mortal bodies, to go beyond the realms of this world, to realize that through our humanity we get to encounter the divine. And there, I have talked that into a complete circle. Maybe I don't need to let go of my humanity, but embrace it. To love it and to acknowledge that with my humanity I get to experience the divine.
So, there's my wish for this week.
To live the story of a broken soul slowly learning to accept my humanity to encounter my God.
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