This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. - Psalm 118:24.
We're getting ready for bed here in our post-partum room in the hospital. Alice (I'm calling here Ali . . . no, not like Muhammad Ali; think an alley) is falling asleep in her little bed. She has breastfed well today. We've had some visitors, mostly family. It was fun to see new grandparents and aunts and uncles holding Ali.
We are thankful for all the prayers of the saints. God has shown himself gracious (again and again!) to us today. Amy is doing well. She is smiling a lot!
There's so much more, but I'm tired and need to end this post. My dad read from Psalm 139 tonight:
For you formed my inward parts;Oh, and here's a picture!
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.
