Dwelling place

I started reading Psalms 91 a couple months back when I felt as though my focus was off.  I was getting trifled by stoopit things and losing perspective on God's ability to handle the important things.  Psalm 91 reminds us to just dwell in God's shelter, to trust in His protection and call on His name when we are in danger. ***

I wrote about a week ago, partly in jest, about the potentially dying of a labor-induced fatal nosebleed.

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Last Thursday morning, I went to the hospital with my husband wearing my Laboring Pigtails.  I mentally prepared myself, nay, I resolved to meet my baby before midnight.

I just didn't think it would be after eleven hours wherein both my baby and I would find ourselves within inches of our lives.

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My son, Tatum Jay, deserves to have a record of his birth story, but I cannot write it right now.  The temptation to start every sentence with the personal pronoun "I" is just too great.  I did not do this.  I believe that God did this, He brought this child into the world and now this boy with the perfectly cottony head is on lease to me.  God sheltered us.  God's mercy and strength abided.  Tatum's heart rate plummeted many times before I got to meet him.  I lost over a liter of blood and then continued to lose more blood before I was allowed to be declared "stable."  Through it all, God showed us His care and I am forever changed, so so so happy to dwell in His shelter, drawing in this new little one under His wings.

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