Sing His Praise

But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress. O my Strength, I will sing praises to you, for you, O God, are my fortress, the God who shows me steadfast love. — Psalm 59:16–17

Thank you again to my mother who blessed me with this verse this morning. It is so good to wake up to encouragement.

Today we started painting the baby’s room, which was a huge step for me. It used to be Desider’s room, but this time last year we started preparing it for Quinlan. Now we are painting it for our next expected son. It is something I typically always look forward to when we are expecting a child. I love painting. I love creating a room specifically with a child in mind and making it their own. But this time meant more. It meant taking down the tape we had masked off for Quinlan’s room. It means that it isn’t Quinlan’s room anymore. Also, when we started getting ready to paint Quinlan’s room last year, the NEXT day we found out that he had died. But somehow I definitely had the Lord’s peace today. I definitely had several moments, but the Lord blessed me by allowing me to feel our baby Lightling kick me throughout the day to ensure me of his “I’m still alive in here”-ness. And having the kids help us really took a lot of the sting out, as they made it so much fun. While we sanded down the walls, the kids hid behind my rocking chair reading books to each other and listening to music. Then it was their turn to paint!

We really didn’t get as much done as we planned on, but it was so much fun — something that doesn’t usually go hand in hand with painting for my husband.

Today the Lord was definitely a fortress to me. Without me even realizing it, he brought me to and through something without me thinking too much about it. He made something that could have been sad and emotional into something fun and exciting. I am not sure that tomorrow it won’t be harder for me, and I am not saying that there isn’t still a sadness in it, but I am saying that I will sing of the Lord’s goodness and His strength that He has given me for today.

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