Ecclesiastes 3. 1-8
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
There is a season for everything from being born to dieing. We all go through seasons of pain, hurt, healing, peace, mourning, trouble, laughter, and success.
Right now I am going through a couple of different seasons. This year has been really wonderful, though lately I have been grieving for a family that I don't know. My friend that I spoke about in an earlier post, having her newborn daughter in the hospital, her baby died Wednesday. I have been so bothered by this. I haven't talked to my friend in a good 4-5 years and found her through FaceBook. When I heard she had had a baby born with a problem I stated to her that whatever happened to give it to God and if she needed to talk I was there. When the baby died I felt like I was reliving Leah's death all over again. Besides my post I wrote about Leah, I haven't cried that much about her in a couple of years. I understand now why it bothers me so bad. I remember the pain and grief I felt and I don't ever want anyone else feeling what I did. I'm still very saddened by the whole ordeal. It's just this time of year from the day that Leah was born until St. Patrick's Day. It will definitely change my life for these two months forever.
So, back to the seasons of life. We all experience these "seasons". Most instances are just a natural way of life while others are learning processes. God allows these "seasons" to happen in our lives to build us up and strengthen our faith in Him. He never leaves us alone, especially in the troublesome seasons. He teaches us that we need to fully rely and trust in Him to get us through any situation. Most of the time when things are going great we tend to forget about trusting in God for ALL our needs and wants. I believe that's why we have the trouble times, for us to remember. Give Him the glory in all things big and small, good and bad.
Remember, especially the not so good things, are only for a season.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Blessings, upon Blessings, upon Blessings
bless·ing n.
2011 so far, has been shaping up to be the BEST year yet... I can't even begin to tell you everything, and every blessing that has come already this year. Between my husband proposing to me on New Year's Eve, us moving out of the expensive house, and now being sooo blessed with more income taxes than we could've dreamed, I just now stopped to think of all the blessings I've had so far in the first two months of 2011.
I know my blog is a little rhetorical, but I just feel like everyday is a blessing in itself. If you are a believer in Christ than you know how everyday you breathe and wake up to a new day, it's a blessing. When someone tells you they love you or how important you are, it's a blessing. When you've had a long day, and your children say "Mommy, I love you," it's a blessing. We all need to stop for a moment, just a moment, each day and realize the blessings we have around us. Be thankful for who you are as a person and what God has given you. Hard times will come, but even they, are blessings.
I was listening to K-Love on my way home from Wal-mart this evening and heard this: "God, sometimes, gives us more than we can handle. He does this so that we won't always think that we can do it ourselves. Because if we get it in our mind to do it ourselves then we can't call on Him for His help." It is a different way of looking at things. I have always been taught that God will never give us more than we can handle, but now I do see it in a different perspective. Sometimes God does give us more than what we can handle, so that, we have to lean to Him for help. He shows us blessings in every little thing.
Take a moment to think of some blessings that God has given you so far this year. Have they been noticeable blessings, or one's that take a little time to play out so you can see the bigger blessing? Share your thoughts if you feel led...
1. The act of one that blesses.
2. A short prayer said before or after a meal; grace.
3. Something promoting or contributing to happiness, well-being, or prosperity; a boon.
4. Approbation; approval:
2011 so far, has been shaping up to be the BEST year yet... I can't even begin to tell you everything, and every blessing that has come already this year. Between my husband proposing to me on New Year's Eve, us moving out of the expensive house, and now being sooo blessed with more income taxes than we could've dreamed, I just now stopped to think of all the blessings I've had so far in the first two months of 2011.
I know my blog is a little rhetorical, but I just feel like everyday is a blessing in itself. If you are a believer in Christ than you know how everyday you breathe and wake up to a new day, it's a blessing. When someone tells you they love you or how important you are, it's a blessing. When you've had a long day, and your children say "Mommy, I love you," it's a blessing. We all need to stop for a moment, just a moment, each day and realize the blessings we have around us. Be thankful for who you are as a person and what God has given you. Hard times will come, but even they, are blessings.
I was listening to K-Love on my way home from Wal-mart this evening and heard this: "God, sometimes, gives us more than we can handle. He does this so that we won't always think that we can do it ourselves. Because if we get it in our mind to do it ourselves then we can't call on Him for His help." It is a different way of looking at things. I have always been taught that God will never give us more than we can handle, but now I do see it in a different perspective. Sometimes God does give us more than what we can handle, so that, we have to lean to Him for help. He shows us blessings in every little thing.
Take a moment to think of some blessings that God has given you so far this year. Have they been noticeable blessings, or one's that take a little time to play out so you can see the bigger blessing? Share your thoughts if you feel led...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Little Blessings... Part 3
God never, ever, ever gives us more than we can handle.. I am proof of this. I do understand that everyone has rough times and sometimes we even consider, or do, give up. We need to stop and think about the consequences of giving up, or stop trying. God never, nor will He ever give up on us, and we need to be aware of this fact.
I learned a few very valuable lessons from losing a child. I wouldn't consider learning the "hard way" or even that I had done something wrong, and God was punishing me for it. Things just happen. There is no rhyme or reason for the way things happen in our lives, they just do. I do know that this happened in my life for a reason. I'm not really sure why, but it did. Maybe to be a witness to someone who I know, or even a perfect stranger that will lose a child. That's just something I will have to figure out as I go on in my life.
The night before Leah died, I prayed. I prayed hard. I asked God to fix Leah so that she wouldn't have to go through all the pain that she had experienced so far in her 31 days on the earth. As I laid there in my bed, God revealed something to me. He told me she was going to die, and that He was taking her to Heaven with Him. Of course, my heart broke. I cried myself to sleep that night knowing that Leah wouldn't be on this earth much longer. I told God that His Will be done and I couldn't handle the heartache of seeing her suffer anymore and that I was giving her life to Him. After I did that, instantly there was a peace in my heart and I knew that God would answer my prayer. No, I wasn't mad at God or blame Him for any of the things that had happened. I sat down and realized that God DID fix Leah. She's not suffering anymore. She didn't have to go another day in this world with tubes, tests, or needle sticks. He saved her from the pain, teasing, having to live in a bubble, or for my sake having to deal with the stress of having a high maintainance child. I truely believe that if Leah would have lived then I would not have the younger two of the four children, I have today. There would be no way I could handle a two and a half year old boy, Leah, and then if I did have the other two children. Leah would not have been easy to raise. Doctor's visits, surgeries, and having to keep her "in a bubble", for the first 4-5 years of her life. Besides, what kind of life would that have been for a child?
So I learned to give my problems to God. No matter what problem you have, NOTHING is too big or too small for Him to handle.
Leah died on St. Patrick's Day 2007. She lived 31 days. She was a beautiful angel God sent our family and this world for only a short time. I thank God everyday for the opprutunity of knowing her. And somehow, she changed the lives of so many people. I know she changed my life, for the better. Yes, I do miss her, all the time. Four years have gone by so fast, and today on her birthday, I don't even know where the day went. I miss her just as much now as I did then, but it's a little easier to handle now. I know that one day I will see her again and I can't wait to meet her, and for her to meet her two brothers and sister. And I hope that God is pleased with me in the way that I have and am handling things now.
I have learned so much from my experiences in life that it would take weeks, or even months, to explain them all. I just wanted to share a bit so that others will not be discouraged, but have faith and trust ONLY in Him. No one ever said life was easy, but a life with Jesus makes it a whole lot easier....
I learned a few very valuable lessons from losing a child. I wouldn't consider learning the "hard way" or even that I had done something wrong, and God was punishing me for it. Things just happen. There is no rhyme or reason for the way things happen in our lives, they just do. I do know that this happened in my life for a reason. I'm not really sure why, but it did. Maybe to be a witness to someone who I know, or even a perfect stranger that will lose a child. That's just something I will have to figure out as I go on in my life.
The night before Leah died, I prayed. I prayed hard. I asked God to fix Leah so that she wouldn't have to go through all the pain that she had experienced so far in her 31 days on the earth. As I laid there in my bed, God revealed something to me. He told me she was going to die, and that He was taking her to Heaven with Him. Of course, my heart broke. I cried myself to sleep that night knowing that Leah wouldn't be on this earth much longer. I told God that His Will be done and I couldn't handle the heartache of seeing her suffer anymore and that I was giving her life to Him. After I did that, instantly there was a peace in my heart and I knew that God would answer my prayer. No, I wasn't mad at God or blame Him for any of the things that had happened. I sat down and realized that God DID fix Leah. She's not suffering anymore. She didn't have to go another day in this world with tubes, tests, or needle sticks. He saved her from the pain, teasing, having to live in a bubble, or for my sake having to deal with the stress of having a high maintainance child. I truely believe that if Leah would have lived then I would not have the younger two of the four children, I have today. There would be no way I could handle a two and a half year old boy, Leah, and then if I did have the other two children. Leah would not have been easy to raise. Doctor's visits, surgeries, and having to keep her "in a bubble", for the first 4-5 years of her life. Besides, what kind of life would that have been for a child?
So I learned to give my problems to God. No matter what problem you have, NOTHING is too big or too small for Him to handle.
Leah died on St. Patrick's Day 2007. She lived 31 days. She was a beautiful angel God sent our family and this world for only a short time. I thank God everyday for the opprutunity of knowing her. And somehow, she changed the lives of so many people. I know she changed my life, for the better. Yes, I do miss her, all the time. Four years have gone by so fast, and today on her birthday, I don't even know where the day went. I miss her just as much now as I did then, but it's a little easier to handle now. I know that one day I will see her again and I can't wait to meet her, and for her to meet her two brothers and sister. And I hope that God is pleased with me in the way that I have and am handling things now.
I have learned so much from my experiences in life that it would take weeks, or even months, to explain them all. I just wanted to share a bit so that others will not be discouraged, but have faith and trust ONLY in Him. No one ever said life was easy, but a life with Jesus makes it a whole lot easier....
Little Blessings... Part 2
Today, I am sharing my story with you about the hardest time in my life. Life is not easy to begin with, no one said it ever was, but losing a child is the hardest thing anyone could go through, and I would never wish it on anyone, even my worst enemy. This is a big part of the reason my blog is named "Grow From the Inside-Out". All the trials and tribulations that we go through in life is part of a growing process. Now, whether you choose to take this process positive or negative, will affect the end result of the situation. I choose to look at things as positively as possible, even when I don't feel like it.
Four years ago today, I was at Mercy Hospital delivering a beautiful baby girl, Leah Katrine. She was born at 9:15 am and weighted 6lbs. 6oz. She was everything I had imagined, being that I already had a boy, and wanted a little girl so bad. There was one problem... I knew something was wrong.
During my first ultrasound, they found something wrong. Her spine was not fused together like it should have been. She had what they called a hemi-vertebrae. The doctor wasn't sure how it would affect her after birth, but while I was pregnant, things seemed to be going ok. He did, however, give me the option to abort. Of course, I said No I don't care if she had eyeballs on her feet, God had given her to me for a reason. So pregnancy went on, and things were ok. I had ultrasound after ultrasound just to make sure she was growing like she should, and she was.
Fast forward to today, four years ago. Leah was born. From first glance she looked ok, but they wanted to take her back to the NICU to check her out make sure things were ok. I get to my room and my hubby comes tells me what's going on.
Here's the rough part...
She was born without an anus, the problem she had with her spine had pushed her heart over to her right side, which collapsed her right lung, and she wasn't breathing ok. They had to intubate her, to help her breathe. They told me that later that day she would be medi-flighted to OU Children's Hospital, so they could take better care of her. That was fine with me, it's the best Children's hospital in the state, but I was stuck in my bed for at least another day. That broke my heart. I didn't sleep well and you can bet that early the next morning I had my doctor in there, with me telling him that I'm leaving. I had been through a c-section before with my first, I knew how to take care of myself. So, he let me go...
From that day, for the next 30 days my husband and I were at that hospital everyday. There were a lot more bad days then good. It put a very big strain on mine and Derrick's relationship. We both tried to stay strong for each other, but he couldn't handle it. He started drinking and drinking a lot. Especially after she died, he fell into a deep depression.
Leah ultimately died from a respiratory problem called PPHN or Persistant Pulmonary Hypertension of Newborns. You may go look it up if you want more information on it.
To tell you the truth, I was ok when she died. As a mother, I knew that God was going to take her. It was very hard for me to let her go and give her to Him. But, when I did, it made losing her easier to handle.
In my third post tonight, I will talk about the lesson(s) I learned from the experience, and how anything that we go through in life, are learning tools. Learning to lean on Him for everything..... Stay tuned...
Four years ago today, I was at Mercy Hospital delivering a beautiful baby girl, Leah Katrine. She was born at 9:15 am and weighted 6lbs. 6oz. She was everything I had imagined, being that I already had a boy, and wanted a little girl so bad. There was one problem... I knew something was wrong.
During my first ultrasound, they found something wrong. Her spine was not fused together like it should have been. She had what they called a hemi-vertebrae. The doctor wasn't sure how it would affect her after birth, but while I was pregnant, things seemed to be going ok. He did, however, give me the option to abort. Of course, I said No I don't care if she had eyeballs on her feet, God had given her to me for a reason. So pregnancy went on, and things were ok. I had ultrasound after ultrasound just to make sure she was growing like she should, and she was.
Fast forward to today, four years ago. Leah was born. From first glance she looked ok, but they wanted to take her back to the NICU to check her out make sure things were ok. I get to my room and my hubby comes tells me what's going on.
Here's the rough part...
She was born without an anus, the problem she had with her spine had pushed her heart over to her right side, which collapsed her right lung, and she wasn't breathing ok. They had to intubate her, to help her breathe. They told me that later that day she would be medi-flighted to OU Children's Hospital, so they could take better care of her. That was fine with me, it's the best Children's hospital in the state, but I was stuck in my bed for at least another day. That broke my heart. I didn't sleep well and you can bet that early the next morning I had my doctor in there, with me telling him that I'm leaving. I had been through a c-section before with my first, I knew how to take care of myself. So, he let me go...
From that day, for the next 30 days my husband and I were at that hospital everyday. There were a lot more bad days then good. It put a very big strain on mine and Derrick's relationship. We both tried to stay strong for each other, but he couldn't handle it. He started drinking and drinking a lot. Especially after she died, he fell into a deep depression.
Leah ultimately died from a respiratory problem called PPHN or Persistant Pulmonary Hypertension of Newborns. You may go look it up if you want more information on it.
To tell you the truth, I was ok when she died. As a mother, I knew that God was going to take her. It was very hard for me to let her go and give her to Him. But, when I did, it made losing her easier to handle.
In my third post tonight, I will talk about the lesson(s) I learned from the experience, and how anything that we go through in life, are learning tools. Learning to lean on Him for everything..... Stay tuned...
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Little Blessings...
This is the beginning of a three part post that I will start tonight and the other two posts will be on Wednesday. I am cutting it into three parts, so that it will not be a horribly long post with one.
On a recent post on Facebook, one of my friends couldn't have said it better:
On a recent post on Facebook, one of my friends couldn't have said it better:
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Coincidence?...
Just a coincidence, or an answer to what I've been looking for?
It's tax time as we all know, and this year I am bound and determined to get a new vehicle. With three children, my station wagon is just not cutting it anymore in the roomy department. I want a mini van. Now I don't have credit, and with no REAL job, no one would ever approve me for a loan. My hubby, on the other hand, has crappy credit, but has a job. Never in my wildest dreams, would I think that someone would approve him for a loan, but there is. We have been discussing buying a newer car for some time but just never really had the money, nor the extra every month to keep up with a car payment. This year, however, we have decided to buckle down and use some of our tax money for a down payment on a van. We do see some light at the end of the tunnel for our financial situation, and are able to afford a car payment now. So, I start shopping. I have searched the Internet and he has searched the surrounding towns for a van with a good deal. I think we have found one. The coincidence is, I have been listening to a Christian radio station now non-stop for the last 2-3 months. K-Love is an awesome station, that provides me with music that keeps my faith and continuously encourages me. I went to test drive a van that I had been looking at for the last week or so. It's a good deal, with manageable payments for our budget. Anyway, I get in the van, take off down the road for my test drive, and realize something. I'm not in my car and the radio was playing. That's right, it was playing K-Love. I haven't test driven many cars, so I'm not too familiar if the dealership normally leaves the radio on in their cars. I'm assuming not. I thought to myself at that moment, "is this just a coincidence God, or the answer to which van I'm supposed to have?" I haven't even told my husband about what happened, but I'm anxious to see what kind of reaction I get from it.
What coincidences, or unique answers have you received from God? Did you listen to them, and something wonderful happened, better than you had anticipated? Or, did you ignore, or simply miss them and things didn't turn out as planned?
Let me know your thoughts...
It's tax time as we all know, and this year I am bound and determined to get a new vehicle. With three children, my station wagon is just not cutting it anymore in the roomy department. I want a mini van. Now I don't have credit, and with no REAL job, no one would ever approve me for a loan. My hubby, on the other hand, has crappy credit, but has a job. Never in my wildest dreams, would I think that someone would approve him for a loan, but there is. We have been discussing buying a newer car for some time but just never really had the money, nor the extra every month to keep up with a car payment. This year, however, we have decided to buckle down and use some of our tax money for a down payment on a van. We do see some light at the end of the tunnel for our financial situation, and are able to afford a car payment now. So, I start shopping. I have searched the Internet and he has searched the surrounding towns for a van with a good deal. I think we have found one. The coincidence is, I have been listening to a Christian radio station now non-stop for the last 2-3 months. K-Love is an awesome station, that provides me with music that keeps my faith and continuously encourages me. I went to test drive a van that I had been looking at for the last week or so. It's a good deal, with manageable payments for our budget. Anyway, I get in the van, take off down the road for my test drive, and realize something. I'm not in my car and the radio was playing. That's right, it was playing K-Love. I haven't test driven many cars, so I'm not too familiar if the dealership normally leaves the radio on in their cars. I'm assuming not. I thought to myself at that moment, "is this just a coincidence God, or the answer to which van I'm supposed to have?" I haven't even told my husband about what happened, but I'm anxious to see what kind of reaction I get from it.
What coincidences, or unique answers have you received from God? Did you listen to them, and something wonderful happened, better than you had anticipated? Or, did you ignore, or simply miss them and things didn't turn out as planned?
Let me know your thoughts...
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Good Intentions?
For 8 years, I have tried very hard to get along with Derrick's dad and step-mom. I think they are finally letting bygones be bygones, and accepting me for being the wife to their son, and mother of their grandchildren. They have never liked me, thought I wasn't good enough for Derrick. Which, I totally understand, what significant other is ever good enough for your children? The main reason they have never liked me is because I don't work. Derrick's step-mom has worked all of her life to help support the family, even with her own children. Sure, that's great if you have one kid, maybe two, and have a good enough job to where you can afford daycare and still come out with a little cash. Not the case for me. I did have a job after I had my first son, which I continued to work, until my second child was born. The job I had was in the food service industry so, of course, it didn't pay well at all, but I kept working. I worked for a short time after my third child was born, until I had my fourth. Then I stopped working. What is the point in working with three children either going to daycare or in school? None. Every penny that I would make working would go to daycare or gas. There would be nothing left for bills, so I'm wasting mine and my children's time letting someone else raise them. Now I'm not saying that a woman shouldn't work. I think it's great if both parents can work for the extra income and especially if you can afford daycare and still make actual money. It's just pointless in my situation. I would love to have a job making fifty grand a year, living in an awesome house and driving an awesome car. But, I love my children more. While they are little, they need their mommy. When they are all in school and old enough to come home and take care of themselves for a couple hours a day until I get home, then that's great, I'll go to work. But for now, I will be a stay-at-home mommy...
Sorry, just my thoughts. Now back to my story...
So Derrick's dad has been in and out of the hospital, in very bad shape. I want to try to make up for (because I feel like I have let them down) whatever it is that ails his parents to not like me. I have been calling and checking in on them twice a day while Derrick is at work, and being as sweet to them as I can. I don't do it to be a jerk, but to show them that I'm not a bad person and they can count on me for anything if they need it. I don't do it to be spiteful or hateful, just nice. I'm hoping that they can forgive and forget about how they feel about me, and we can all have peace during this time of stress. I feel so horrible for Derrick, being stuck in the middle. Maybe, just maybe, things will work themselves out and they will finally accept, (maybe not agree with) but accept my way of thinking.
Good Intentions? Let me know your thoughts...
Sorry, just my thoughts. Now back to my story...
So Derrick's dad has been in and out of the hospital, in very bad shape. I want to try to make up for (because I feel like I have let them down) whatever it is that ails his parents to not like me. I have been calling and checking in on them twice a day while Derrick is at work, and being as sweet to them as I can. I don't do it to be a jerk, but to show them that I'm not a bad person and they can count on me for anything if they need it. I don't do it to be spiteful or hateful, just nice. I'm hoping that they can forgive and forget about how they feel about me, and we can all have peace during this time of stress. I feel so horrible for Derrick, being stuck in the middle. Maybe, just maybe, things will work themselves out and they will finally accept, (maybe not agree with) but accept my way of thinking.
Good Intentions? Let me know your thoughts...
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Not as Much fun as I had hoped...
After being stuck at home, snowed in, for the last 2 days, today I NEEDED to get out. I love it how we make plans, or expect things to go one way, then God gives us something completely different. Let me explain...
My hubby's dad has been in the hospital for 6 days today. He of course was ready to come home after being in and out of the hospital for the last month and a half. He has many health issues, which we're not going to get into, but I am afraid that Derrick will be losing his dad soon. Anyway, Derrick's step-mom called him today and said that his dad was ready to come home and was being released to go tonight. That's great, I thought, we can all load up (the 5 of us) and we can actually get out of the house for awhile. What should have been a 2- 2 1/2 hour trip, turned into a little over 6 hours. Now I can totally understand taking longer, because of the snow and ice on the ground, but this was horrendous. First, I needed to stop at Walmart to get a few things that we had run out of, being stuck at home. Then we were on our way to Oklahoma City to get his dad. My oldest son stayed home with Derrick's step-mom to keep her company while we were gone, not to mention that there wouldn't be enough room in the truck for his dad if we all went. So we get to the hospital to pick up his dad. I will just tell you that his dad should NOT have left that hospital. He is in very bad shape and needs around the clock care. Now this little trip would've been great, if it had just been Derrick and I. About half way through the trip home, our two little ones, 1yr old and 2 1/2 yr old, started to get very fussy from sitting in the vehicle so long. With no dinner or much entertainment, I had to figure out something fast. I had a few of the groceries in the truck with me, so I dug out a banana and split it between the two babies. That sufficed them for about five minutes, when they were at it again. My hubby and I were joking around that if we didn't want them to sleep then they would've been out at the beginning of the trip. They were awake the entire evening, fussy. So, we get his dad home and Derrick and I had to work together to get him in the house and in bed. I say we did a good job.
So that little trip is over and we're on our way home when Derrick tells me he had some news. His step-mom wanted him to stay the night, just in case his dad needed anything. I'm not mad that he's staying the night, at all. I'm actually very, very glad that he was willing to do this. Yes, I will miss him at home, but his dad needs him more right now.
As for me wanting to get out of the house, no, I didn't think it would be a walk in the park going to get his dad, especially with two little ones, but I really expected things to go a little more smoothly then they did. I don't feel like I contributed anything to helping Derrick with his dad, but that I was more in the way, than good. On the contrary, to Derrick, he said that he couldn't have done it without me. Wow.
The Lord will work out his plans for my life - for your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever. Don't abandon me, for you made me.
~ Psalm 138:8, NLT
My hubby's dad has been in the hospital for 6 days today. He of course was ready to come home after being in and out of the hospital for the last month and a half. He has many health issues, which we're not going to get into, but I am afraid that Derrick will be losing his dad soon. Anyway, Derrick's step-mom called him today and said that his dad was ready to come home and was being released to go tonight. That's great, I thought, we can all load up (the 5 of us) and we can actually get out of the house for awhile. What should have been a 2- 2 1/2 hour trip, turned into a little over 6 hours. Now I can totally understand taking longer, because of the snow and ice on the ground, but this was horrendous. First, I needed to stop at Walmart to get a few things that we had run out of, being stuck at home. Then we were on our way to Oklahoma City to get his dad. My oldest son stayed home with Derrick's step-mom to keep her company while we were gone, not to mention that there wouldn't be enough room in the truck for his dad if we all went. So we get to the hospital to pick up his dad. I will just tell you that his dad should NOT have left that hospital. He is in very bad shape and needs around the clock care. Now this little trip would've been great, if it had just been Derrick and I. About half way through the trip home, our two little ones, 1yr old and 2 1/2 yr old, started to get very fussy from sitting in the vehicle so long. With no dinner or much entertainment, I had to figure out something fast. I had a few of the groceries in the truck with me, so I dug out a banana and split it between the two babies. That sufficed them for about five minutes, when they were at it again. My hubby and I were joking around that if we didn't want them to sleep then they would've been out at the beginning of the trip. They were awake the entire evening, fussy. So, we get his dad home and Derrick and I had to work together to get him in the house and in bed. I say we did a good job.
So that little trip is over and we're on our way home when Derrick tells me he had some news. His step-mom wanted him to stay the night, just in case his dad needed anything. I'm not mad that he's staying the night, at all. I'm actually very, very glad that he was willing to do this. Yes, I will miss him at home, but his dad needs him more right now.
As for me wanting to get out of the house, no, I didn't think it would be a walk in the park going to get his dad, especially with two little ones, but I really expected things to go a little more smoothly then they did. I don't feel like I contributed anything to helping Derrick with his dad, but that I was more in the way, than good. On the contrary, to Derrick, he said that he couldn't have done it without me. Wow.
The Lord will work out his plans for my life - for your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever. Don't abandon me, for you made me.
~ Psalm 138:8, NLT
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Stuck...
So, this so called blizzard of 2011 is starting to stress me out just a bit. I love being at home with my kids and I'm so thankful that my husband has had these last two days off work. It's just starting to get a little old. It has been very nice to get to spend some much needed time with my husband, he's been gone so much lately. We have had a very good last couple of days stuck here at home with all the snow. It has been a lot of indoor playing, watching movies, and eating ourselves silly. I can't believe how lazy I have been these last two days. I know it's not so much that I can't get out of the house, it's the fact that I CAN'T get out of the house. My oldest son and I went out to play in the snow for about 20 minutes today, but that still wasn't enough. I need to go somewhere. I need my normal routine back. Everyday during the week, I get up, get the kids dressed, take Jorden to school. Then we come home, do our stuff at home, kids take naps, then it's right back to get Jorden from school. I hate being off my routine! Don't you?
I do have to admit though, that I have not been spending these last couple of days doing what I should be doing. I should be reading my Bible, thanking God for the beautiful snow, loving the time in my warm home, but I'm not. I sit here and whine because I 'm off my routine. My house is a mess, there is a sink full of dishes, and I haven't done a thing about it. Hmmm... Maybe tomorrow, I will try to start back on some sort of routine, just without taking Jorden to school. The hubby has to go back to work, so at least that will be back to normal. Maybe, just maybe, I can be unlazy tomorrow. We shall see.
What kind of routine do you have? Has the snow made you stir crazy? What kind of things are you doing to help prevent yourself from going nuts?
I would love your feedback :)
I do have to admit though, that I have not been spending these last couple of days doing what I should be doing. I should be reading my Bible, thanking God for the beautiful snow, loving the time in my warm home, but I'm not. I sit here and whine because I 'm off my routine. My house is a mess, there is a sink full of dishes, and I haven't done a thing about it. Hmmm... Maybe tomorrow, I will try to start back on some sort of routine, just without taking Jorden to school. The hubby has to go back to work, so at least that will be back to normal. Maybe, just maybe, I can be unlazy tomorrow. We shall see.
What kind of routine do you have? Has the snow made you stir crazy? What kind of things are you doing to help prevent yourself from going nuts?
I would love your feedback :)
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