Coffee on Good Friday.Friday, April 06, 2012
Y'all. I can drink coffee again without feeling like my insides are going to erupt. This is good news. It's been a few months since the thought (and smell) of coffee started making me feel super sick, and I sure have missed my cup in the morning.
16 weeks pregnant with Baby #3. Thought a picture (albeit blurry and dark, ha ha!) would be fun. Not much to show yet. Feeling his/her movements the last few weeks have been so amazing and precious.
Oh. And Max is doing well after his PRK procedure yesterday. He doesn't have much pain, and we are keeping a good schedule of the slew of eyedrops and medications he has to take throughout the day. He's been up in our room for over 24 hours now, resting and trying to keep his eyes closed as much as possible. They recommend keeping them closed the first 48 hours, to help the healing process. I definitely think he'll be ready to come hang out down here tomorrow. L has been quite concerned about him since he got home. She always wants to go up and give him medicine or food or hugs. If I do something else before getting him water or an icepack, she will remind me until I do. It's super cute. That girl sure loves her Daddy.
I don't think I really opened up this page to tell you about my coffee drinking habits or show you my belly or update on Max, as much as I wanted a place to reflect on Good Friday for a moment. I've been reading a few devotionals/prayers this week, so that I can better focus on this Holy Week that we are in, and on the real reason we celebrate Easter. One of the ones I've been reading each day is written by Scotty Smith at The Gospel Coalition. Today, this really jumped out to me:
"No one could ever take your life from you, and we could never find life on our own. Because you were fully forsaken, we are forever forgiven. Because you exhausted God's judgment against our foul sin, we now live by the gift of your perfect righteousness. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
Jesus gave all of himself, willingly and knowingly, for me, for my sins, on that Cross. Not only that, but there's more. Sunday is coming. The grave has not won. And because of that, today, I remember and reflect and rejoice on what Christ has done on that blessed Cross.