Finishing Well in the Dash

Each gravestone is marked by two numbers - the year of birth and the year of death, separated only by a dash. I'm running a race, but only God knows when this dash will end. I want to live in such a way that in the end, I might hear Him say, "You finished well."

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Dear Junior

Mommy's liver is not a punching bag.  I appreciate your enthusiasm and activity, but I can feel your little fists and feet taking constant aim at Mommy's liver.

Will write more later.  Happy 32 weeks to you -- see you in about two months!

Love,
Mommy
Posted by E. Squire at 8:51 AM
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