I began this morning early. 6:21 am.
That's sleeping late for me.
7:something is seriously late for me.
I hate to wake Charlie, and any noise does -
so I have to be really quiet.
I made coffee. Seattle South is my absolute favorite and I recently splurged on it. My canister is full of it, still.
Waited, on the couch, for the perking to end. Electric Percolator.
I heard Charlie get up.
Looked up, saw him bringing me a cup in my favorite white mug.
Ahhhh. That's the life. Luxury. Pampered.
and now, after a morning at home doing Saturday "stuff" and then at Ann's helping her in the afternoon finish "cleaning" upstairs - we're here at the house -
It's the final countdown toward Abigail.
Ellie, Luke, and Andrew are in Chattanooga with Steve's mom and sister. Steve is at Bryan College at Youth Camp. Tomorrow is church with a guest speaker. And all of Ann's family will be back home tomorrow afternoon, late - along with Diana and Stephanie.
We're gathering for Abigail's birth.
I began the day, with coffee, and typing my handwritten notes on the sermon by John Piper. The one I wrote about yesterday.
"At the Price of God's Own Blood". Tell me that doesn't get your antennae up. Surely it does.
Here is what I want my every morning prayer to be:
"May the Lamb that was slain receive in my life today the reward of His sufferings".
based on Revelations 5:9
Oh. And if you want an easy way to listen to that sermon, straight from this post,
here it is:
I hope that works. I'll test it after I publish this post.