It’s barely ten o’clock and everyone in my house has been in bed for hours. Everyone but ME. Having a baby is exhausting.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. 16 You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. Psalm 119:13-16
We are blessed.
Now I’m going to bed. Someone has to sleep. AmmoGuy and MissFire won’t be.