I awoke this morning to the voice of Mark Driscoll preaching powerfully and longly about idolatry, in particular, the idolatry of animals, that is pets.
What! I heard him shout, Jesus isn't enough?!
Felt terribly guilty for being so over tired last night that I cried for an hour about my cat.
Anyway, I'm off for another ultrasound, hopefully to verify that this baby is really a girl. I've become thoroughly used to the idea, so if its a boy it will take some serious readjusting. I even bought my first diaper bag (thought it was finally time, after this many babies) and its pink toile. Besides, its for me, not the baby. And, as Mark Driscoll said, it will be kindling anyway when Jesus comes back.
Pretty sure Jesus is enough. Will take a shower and report back when I'm fully awake.