Worn Out

I've been reading The Jesus I Never Knew (Yancey) for a few days now. I picked it up (what was it, Jenni, a year ago?) with the intent of going through it with a friend, but we didn't get very far. I'm glad I decided to revisit it though, because it has been just what I needed lately. Isn't it interesting how God always gives you just what you need, even when you're not aware that you need it?
You know, that makes me realize something. I think about a thousand times a day we probably come up with some idea of some "thing" that we need. More money, more time, more friends, etc. It occurs to me that the things I really need I needn't ever ask for, because God is continually supplying these things to me - physical things like food and shelter and clothing and other things like His word, good advice, a welcome hug, or the right song or book, and even spiritual things like patience or mercy or forgiveness. Makes me think maybe I shouldn't worry so much about what I think I need and should just trust that whatever it may be, God knows and God provides. El Shaddai, all sufficient.
Anyway, the book is inspiring a lot of good thoughts that I want to share here. I've been significantly affected by the portion on the Beatitudes. But after today, I find I'm just too worn out to really go into what God was laying on my heart earlier, so it can wait for now. It might be good to let it simmer for a bit.
In the past few days I have dealt with some pretty big things emotionally and otherwise, and I find I have trouble talking about them here. Nothing's wrong with the baby or with me personally.
In fact, Claire continues to surprise me with her constant activity. She must be having more fun in there than I thought was possible, because at any moment I feel flips, kicks, and spins. My mother-in-law says both Geoff and his sister were the same when she was pregnant, so I'm hoping this means that she will be lucky enough to have her daddy's wonderful metabolism. I'm delighted to have a baby on the move, because now that I can feel her, I never have to worry about whether or not something might be wrong in there. She tells me constantly that she is well. But that not worrying thing really goes back to what I was saying earlier about God knowing our needs and supplying them before we realize that they're there. She's in his hands. She's more than fine.
But my heart has also been wrapped up with another baby, my tiny godson Malachi. I appreciate anyone and everyone's prayers while I continue to try to follow God's leading on what he would have for this baby. The situation is far too sensitive to try to share in detail here, but some of you know at least a portion of the ordeal surrounding this child and his future.
Through all that I am dealing with right now on behalf of my godson, I can step out of my life for a minute and suddenly realize the blessings surrounding me. Try it and be grateful - there is an amazing freedom and joy in just being grateful for your blessings.
Anyway, that's my somewhat disjointed post for today. I'm going to go wind down with a little Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune before tuning in to see what the Obama hubub is about...