Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure in spirit, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake.

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

Matthew 5:3-12

Oh Lord,

Teach me to seek You and reveal yourself to me when I seek You.

For I cannot seek You unless You first teach me, nor find You unless You first reveal yourself to me.

Let me seek You in longing, and long for You in seeking.

Let me find You in love, and love You in finding.

~Saint Ambrose of Milan

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Name: Erin Yonke

Location: Aurora, IL

Info: I'm happily married to my husband and champion pro-life activist, Matt. I stay home with my three small boys; Ambrose (11/06), Peter (3/08), and Joseph (9/10).

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


I visited my midwife again today. The baby "measured" two centimeters smaller than last week, and now, once again, she's convinced that the baby's not growing and is concerned about placental function, blah blah blah. She acknowledged that this was partially because the baby's head is so low, but said she would have expected more growth than that accounted for.
Personally, I think the baby's doing fine. (Just watch, I'm going to whip out a 9-pounder and shock them all!) She (the midwife) is taking the day to think about it and talk it over with the other midwife in the office, but she said she thought she'd like to induce. Soon.
And I don't want that.
Not one little bit.
So, I'm praying that my little one decides to make his or her appearance before modern medicine decides to stuff me chock-full of animal-extracted birth hormones to get him or her out, that I can be peaceful and rest in the goodness of our Creator either way, and, most of all, for the safekeeping of this tiny little baby as he or she comes into the world. Pray for us.
4 days until my due date.

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