Instead, this is how I should feel:
Psalm 127
A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.
127:1 Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one's youth.
5 Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
I need to commit this to memory, especially the parts in bold. I think my days would go much better if I could live this out. It seems to me that verse 2 affects how well I remember verse 3, and verse 3 greatly affects my ability to do verse 2.
On that note, blessing 3 is waking up, and I'm going to take the opportunity to snuggle her before blessings 1 and 2 wake up.
