Thursday, March 22, 2012

Four Months!


The approximate equivalent of a hug

I'll admit I've had a hard time this week being at work while Robb is at home with Farren.  I know it's hard to take care of the baby all day, but it's also hard on me to be missing so many of his daily milestones. It doesn't help that I had late meetings two days running and thus only got to spend about two hours with him each day - two hours in which he was tired and INCREDIBLY cranky.  Sigh...

So I've been somewhat down and have spent more time than I should feeling a little sorry for myself and wishing someone would take a minute to stop and take care of me for a while.  Today work was particularly difficult and I was pretty much tapped out by lunchtime.  Instead of going up to the staff room to eat lunch and visit with my coworkers I decided to stay in my room.  I turned of all the lights, turned on some Mormon Tabernacle choir, and sat down on the floor to eat my lunch.

As I'm eating my lunch various songs play, and then I heard "He Shall Feed His Flock Like a Shepherd", which repeats (several times) "...and gently, so gently, shall lead those with young."  I decided I should focus on being grateful for His gentle guidance and support, and then "My Shepherd Will Supply My Need" came on, and I lost it - but in a happy way.  That song has been a huge comfort to me since I had the baby and I felt like I received a hug via music.  It was a blessing to be reminded that someone IS taking care of me, all the time.

My Shepherd will supply my need, 
Jehovah is His name. 
In pastures fresh He makes me fee, 
Beside the living stream. 

He brings my wand’ring spirit back, 
When I forsake His ways. 
And leads me for His mercy’s sake 
In paths of truth and grace. 

When I walk through the shades of death 
Thy presence is my stay. 
One word of Thy supporting breath 
Drives all my fears away. 

Thy hand in sight of all my foes, 
Doth still my table spread. 
My cup with blessings overflows, 
Thine oil anoints my head. 


The sure provisions of my God 
Attend me all my days. 
O may Thy house be my abode, 
And all my work be praise. 

There would I find a settled rest, 
While others go and come. 
No more a stranger nor a guest, 
But like a child at home. 

Blessed

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