Jeremy is back at Westminster for his final fall semester of his 4 year M.Div. degree. The school year requires a new rhythm. More quiet times at home, more intentional bedtimes, and more varied wake-up times depending on Jeremy's class schedule.
(Jeremy's closet-office)
Jeremy is enrolled in several "practical ministry" courses that are whetting our appetite to leave the classroom and apply what we've learned in school and in life to full-time ministry.
In addition, we're being challenged as leaders of a small group (Soul Care group) to walk beside and serve other Christians on a weekly basis and to think of their needs.
We're also getting very excited/anxious/nervous/excited/excited/excited for Baby Powell. Tonight, I had my monthly OB appointment, which really just constitutes a heartbeat check.
These days, I don't need a heart doppler to tell me the baby's there... he or she is a kicker! But I love hearing it anyway.
Usually, the doctor doesn't tell me our baby's heart rate. But tonight he did... 138 beats per minute.
Old wives' tales say that anything under 140 beats is a boy. Medical professionals tell you, its a bunch of phony-baloney.
But just for one night, I'll imagine we're having a boy and go to sleep thinking about Tonka trucks, blue baby clothes, and what a mini-Jeremy would look like...
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