New Favorite Song

I think I have a new favorite song. It is by Andrew Peterson (no surprise there, if you don't have his stuff, you need to get it). This is the bridge and last verse to the song "The Good Confession (I Believe)" from his new album "Resurrection Letters Volume 2." Sometimes I'm not sure what I believe, but I like the simplicity of getting back to what matters. (And listening to your three-year-old sing this is perhaps the most beautiful sound in the world.)

All I know is that I was blind but now I see
that though I kick and scream, Love is leading me.
And every step of the way his grace is making me;
with every breath I breathe,
he is saving me.
And I believe.
So when my body’s weak and the day is long,
when I feel my faith is all but gone,
I’ll remember when I sing this song
that I believe.
I believe he is the Christ,
Son of the living God,
I believe he is the Christ
Son of the living God.
My Lord, my Savior.
My Lord, my Savior.
I believe.

Preparation

My wonderful husband has indulged me on every item of the honey-do list and we are in pretty good shape. The crib is put together. The car seat is washed. We have diapers and pacifiers. Starting Saturday we'll have our live-in Paul-watcher. So lots of people have been asking what we need.
a space heater for the nursery
a sit and stand stroller
a couple of spare covers for my boppy pillow
money toward any of this and our hospital stay

This being said, we are acutely aware of how good we have it. Yet another of my friends has had a miscarriage. We've had a very boring pregnancy. My husband has a steady job. We are surrounded by people who want to help us. We have a warm house and quiet neighbors. We have a healthy three-year-old. We don't know why we get all this and we are so thankful. We can't wait to meet our new little boy and show him all the blessings God's prepared for him. Why doesn't every baby get to be born into a situation like this?

Try it out

Here's my first blog attempt. We'll see if I'm smart enough to do this.