Shut up and March.

Onward.

2 Corinthians 4 16-18 MSG

Between the crying,  colossal poops, drippy diapers,  spit, vomit, and more crying...I spend an inordinate amount of time kissing my daughter's face.

That makes up for it all.

Father God. Jesus Christ. Holy Spirit.

Help me.

Please.

It's 3:06 am.  I finished feeding the baby about 30 minutes ago.  I laid her down to rest in her crib but she's been stirring ever since.  My husband is asleep and snoring.  I'm a bit restless.  Up and wondering how everything is going to work.  My mind is going a hundred miles a minute.  I guess this is where I stip and ask for the peace that passeth all understanding.  I could really use it right now.

In my prayer time,  God told me to go to 2 Corinthians 1.  Indeed the promises of God are yay and amen.  There's nothing to be worried about because he promised me much.  Go to sleep Yvonne.  You need the rest.

I just want to eat a jumbo cocktail shrimp really slowly...on a clear blue water white sandy beach....and wash it down with a glass of wine.  Yes.  A.glass.of.wine.

Don't want to get drunk.  Drunk implies hangover.  For real though, ain't nobody got time for that.  Just tipsy enough to enjoy the sun, the breeze, and slide down comfortably in my hammock and forget about everything.

That is all.

Goodnight world.