Every five minutes

So last night at around 7:15 my wife's irregular contractions started coming at more regular intervals. When they started arriving approximately five minutes apart we decided to call the doctor and let them know. We knew they were going to send us in to get checked, but we called anyway and sure enough, around 9 something we headed to the hospital. She was having good contractions but she wasn't dialated at all so they gave her medicine to stoop the contractions since she isn't quite far enough along for them to be "okay" with a delivery. It was not much fun, but it definitely was a little exciting at first.

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For those of you who don't know, Jeebus is what Homer Simpson always says when I is talking about Jesus.

On the Ground

I know this is super cheesey, but its on my heart so I guess I don't care.






Here I sit broken hearted
I try to walk but I can't get started
I stand only to fall and get dirt on my face
There is mud in my eyes and I can't see straight
I try to crawl but the wind is too strong
I try to move but I always turn wrong
But whats this? I'm on my feet?
I really thing I'm strong enough to face the heat?
I take a step in the right direction
Only to throw myself down for lack of perfection

The ground is my friend
It never leaves
Its always there
When my courage flees
I know I can trust it
'Cause I can see it plain
There's no puzzle
It's safe and sane
My comfort bubble is all around me now
It protects me with its soothing sound
But God why can't I feel you when I'm on the ground?

Someone is right next to me holding out His hand
I take it in mine and He helps me stand
As soon as I'm up I look Him in the eye
There I can see I was born to fly
I turn around and spread my wings
I flap them hard as an angel sings
I try so hard but don't go anywhere
I look down and begin to despair
I've gone nowhere with the freedom He gave
To my comfort zone I am still a slave
My own devices have let me down
It would be so easy just to sink to the ground

The ground is my friend
It never leaves
Its always there
When my courage flees
I know I can trust it
'Cause I can see it plain
There's no puzzle
It's safe and sane
My comfort bubble is all around me now
It protects me with its soothing sound
But God why can't I feel you when I'm on the ground?

As my knees sink toward the earth
I hear a voice whisper my worth
It tells me I can do it I'm not alone
God isn't just sitting upon His throne
He is on the earth walking around
Looking for people who are on the ground
He wants to lift them up and be their friend
Their hurts and tears He wants to mend
Too bad I am always fight for control
Trying force my will upon my soul
I thank Him for setting me free
Then I put myself back in chains
He will take care of me
He is there and He wants to help so why do I try to take matters into my own hands, why do I ignor Him? All I have to do is climb into His arms, let Him lead, let Him do all the heavy work. I am always trying to do "whats right" when in truth I should be letting Him do whats right. He wants to work though me. I need to stop trying so hard. I need to allow Him to take control.

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is fun, but I'm not feeling inspired lately.