I cried at Starbucks a few days ago because the lady wouldn’t take my mobile Starbucks card through the drive-through window. And when Jason called to tell me we were too busy to go to White Water this week, I cried again.
It’s been a long week.
I don’t know what’s different about this pregnancy, but the hormones are totally kicking my butt this time. My face is more broken out than it ever was when I was actually a teenager, and a lot of the time, I just feel like doing this:
But while that behavior is perfectly appropriate for a weeks-old baby, it’s not really becoming on a grown woman.
That’s why I am so thankful for this promise from Scripture:
“In everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
Without the peace of God, I’m not quite sure how any woman makes it through pregnancy. Or through life, for that matter. I certainly couldn’t live without it.
So have a blessed weekend, and may the peace of God guard your heart!