Blessed Be Your Name

Blessed Be Your Name
In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name

Blessed Be Your name
When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

Blessed be Your name
When the sun's shining down on me
When the world's all as it should be
Blessed be Your name

Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

We're singing this song for church Sunday, because I needed to sing it. My head is there, but I need to make sure my heart is, too. During praise team practice, I had a little bit of a hard time, but I was singing with my heart, not just my lips. And I'm glad I can say that.

Thanks, everyone, for your prayers. I am doing so much better than I thought I would be. We both are. I still am sad, but it doesn't bring tears to my eyes to think about it. The hardest thing lately has been when Paul read my blog before I posted it, he changed what I had written beneath the ultrasound picture, Precious Baby, to Angel Rhodes. He told me he thought that was an appropriate name for a girl or a boy.

I struggled with whether to even mention it had happened. But then I thought, this is such a major thing in our life, I don't just want to pretend it didn't happen. But I also don't want to burden others and be like, "Hey, you need to be feeling sorry for me."

But I do think that miscarriage needs to quit being such a "taboo" subject. If we are truly pro-life, then that baby is a baby, and a woman should be allowed to grieve her baby the same, whether it's 9 months old, or 9 weeks old. You can't say that because her baby was the size of a pea, it didn't matter to her as much. Every life is precious.

I promise another (happier!) post soon - but today is a busy day. It's my best friend's birthday (Happy birthday, Brooke!), and I am going to go help my sister, who had to have her appendix removed Monday. Plus this, and that, and the other.....

But who cares, because the sun is shining, and it's going to be 70 degrees today! It will be a glorious day!