Logistheca

As I sit here savoring the last sips of coffee post a relaxing Saturday brunch, I am reflecting on the overflowing gratitude in my heart for such simple joys. During the long weeks of a pandemic quarantine where Bruce has continued to work as normal and the girls and I are housebound, the weekend has become more precious than ever. In the days leading up to my scheduled C-section I focused on this weekend, where we'd be home all together just enjoying each other. Sometimes I'd let fear creep in. What if this weekend doesn't come for one of us? What if Bruce gets sick at work and cannot be at the delivery, or if something goes wrong during my surgery, or what if the baby has to stay in the hospital without us... Now, I know what is true. I know God is good and kind and always does right. But I also know that sometimes that doesn't look the way we want it. That knowledge filled me with doubt and anxiety, and I found it difficult to trust. A few days before my surgery I