We do a devotion from a great kids & family devotional each night, and I just had to share tonight's. They are dated in the book so i didn't just pick it out at random.
" I know that you have a lot to do today. Instead of just jumping in, I want you to try something different: Wait before you work.
Put aside all the things you have to do and refuse to worry about what time it is. Don't even look at the clock. By waiting with me before you start your day, you are saying that you trust Me to be in complete control. This simple act of faith is noticed in Heaven--with Joy. And powers of darkness are weakened by your trusting attitude. Then when it is time to start working, I will show you which way to go.
Depend on Me to help you decide what really needs to be done today, so you can save time by doing only the important things. This way, you can do less but get more of the important things done-- by waiting before working."
Taken from JESUS CALLING(365 devotions for kids) written by Sarah Young
italics were written this way not added by me. God is Good.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Atlas...
Rewind ten years to senior english class (no one roll your eyes that i have only been out of high school ten years)... we were reading Greek Mythology. I am confident that although my mom put tabs on the chapters and bought the cliff notes-- I didn't read it. That wasn't my style... i was WAY to cool for that. HAHA
However, now that it is up to me to chose a book... i keep pulling that tabbed golden book of mythical characters out.
I applied for part-time, seasonal jobs today. Several at the mall, Target and a few local places here in my town.
By sun down i was exhausted. Over-whelmed to put it in even clearer words. Planning to go to work at all, part time or not means extensive work and preperation. Making a schedule so strict that anyone can walk in and handle it, writing out what goes in the lunch box, slimming down the night routine to the necessities... and so on.
Joel and I have danced around this every way we know how. He makes an incredible living. God has blessed us in serious ways. We have overcommmited ourselves. Which leads me here.
i would love to take in a an extra child. I hear you all gasping now. Lexi being in school opens up a spot in my house lol. Lorelei has a new "friend"-- she apparently goes many places with her "friend", but joel and i havent met her... she doesnt really exist. Sweet girl is lonely. So an extra kid would be a nice change of pace for her!
Even an after school extra would fill the gap.
I feel a bit like Atlas tonight. Wieght of the world on my shoulders. I want to help my husband loosen the purse strings. i need to be the "constant" in my kids lives.
Ironically Atlas was also known as the god that instructed mankind in astrology, a tool that was used by sailors for navigation. Navigation... direction for their path. Can you feel where this is going?
We chose a verse two weeks ago to learn as a family(Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths) Lexi learned it quickly, because she is excellent with memorization. Lorelei got it just tonight. Could it be that He was subtley trying to remind me He is in control?
I googled the Atlas referrence to be sure that i recanted the story correctly. While i was looking up a fictional story about "the gods", my GOD yanked on my heart and reminded me He was still here. Really that He had never left. Georgia was all His plan. This house was all God. Yes we have made some smaller decisions without prayfully considering them and that has come back to bite us in the butt; more importantly we have learned from it. Each application i picked up today i stopped and prayed at the door of the store. I am not sure if this is "right". It doesn't feel right, but nothing that is new feels instantly perfect. God however KNOWS what is right. Already. I can faithfully fill out applications and turn them all in and still get no call backs. If that is the case i will have to believe that it wasn't in His plan. I heard my husband pray "for His will in my job situation" for the first time tonight. Neither one of us are good at leaving it to Him. We both would like to see how things are going to improve, and NOW. He is teaching us.
If you tell God you want to live in Houston forever He moves you to Georgia. SO we have learned not to suggest things to the Master Planner.
The story of Atlas also involves Hercules. We commonly know of Hercules as being almighty and incredibly strong. Well Hercules was on a quest for golden apples, and Atlas knew where they were. So Hercules-The almighty and incredibly strong- took the weight of the world onto his shoulders while Atlas went out and found the LOST apples.
I believe that THE ALMIGHTY AND INCREDIBLY STRONG will soon take the weight of the world from my shoulders and allow me to save the lost. I believe that He has great plans for me that are not confined to monotary value. I Know he wants me to be 110% involved in my kids lives and be the calm at home for my husband. How can this all work? Does it all fit into one picture? Am I misunderstanding?
Father please show me the fleece.
Then Gideon said to God, “If you will save Israel by my hand, as you have said, 37 behold, I am laying a fleece of wool on the threshing floor. If there is dew on the fleece alone, and it is dry on all the ground, then I shall know that you will save Israel by my hand, as you have said.” And it was so. Judges 6:36-38
However, now that it is up to me to chose a book... i keep pulling that tabbed golden book of mythical characters out.
I applied for part-time, seasonal jobs today. Several at the mall, Target and a few local places here in my town.
By sun down i was exhausted. Over-whelmed to put it in even clearer words. Planning to go to work at all, part time or not means extensive work and preperation. Making a schedule so strict that anyone can walk in and handle it, writing out what goes in the lunch box, slimming down the night routine to the necessities... and so on.
Joel and I have danced around this every way we know how. He makes an incredible living. God has blessed us in serious ways. We have overcommmited ourselves. Which leads me here.
i would love to take in a an extra child. I hear you all gasping now. Lexi being in school opens up a spot in my house lol. Lorelei has a new "friend"-- she apparently goes many places with her "friend", but joel and i havent met her... she doesnt really exist. Sweet girl is lonely. So an extra kid would be a nice change of pace for her!
Even an after school extra would fill the gap.
I feel a bit like Atlas tonight. Wieght of the world on my shoulders. I want to help my husband loosen the purse strings. i need to be the "constant" in my kids lives.
Ironically Atlas was also known as the god that instructed mankind in astrology, a tool that was used by sailors for navigation. Navigation... direction for their path. Can you feel where this is going?
We chose a verse two weeks ago to learn as a family(Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths) Lexi learned it quickly, because she is excellent with memorization. Lorelei got it just tonight. Could it be that He was subtley trying to remind me He is in control?
I googled the Atlas referrence to be sure that i recanted the story correctly. While i was looking up a fictional story about "the gods", my GOD yanked on my heart and reminded me He was still here. Really that He had never left. Georgia was all His plan. This house was all God. Yes we have made some smaller decisions without prayfully considering them and that has come back to bite us in the butt; more importantly we have learned from it. Each application i picked up today i stopped and prayed at the door of the store. I am not sure if this is "right". It doesn't feel right, but nothing that is new feels instantly perfect. God however KNOWS what is right. Already. I can faithfully fill out applications and turn them all in and still get no call backs. If that is the case i will have to believe that it wasn't in His plan. I heard my husband pray "for His will in my job situation" for the first time tonight. Neither one of us are good at leaving it to Him. We both would like to see how things are going to improve, and NOW. He is teaching us.
If you tell God you want to live in Houston forever He moves you to Georgia. SO we have learned not to suggest things to the Master Planner.
The story of Atlas also involves Hercules. We commonly know of Hercules as being almighty and incredibly strong. Well Hercules was on a quest for golden apples, and Atlas knew where they were. So Hercules-The almighty and incredibly strong- took the weight of the world onto his shoulders while Atlas went out and found the LOST apples.
I believe that THE ALMIGHTY AND INCREDIBLY STRONG will soon take the weight of the world from my shoulders and allow me to save the lost. I believe that He has great plans for me that are not confined to monotary value. I Know he wants me to be 110% involved in my kids lives and be the calm at home for my husband. How can this all work? Does it all fit into one picture? Am I misunderstanding?
Father please show me the fleece.
Then Gideon said to God, “If you will save Israel by my hand, as you have said, 37 behold, I am laying a fleece of wool on the threshing floor. If there is dew on the fleece alone, and it is dry on all the ground, then I shall know that you will save Israel by my hand, as you have said.” And it was so. Judges 6:36-38
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Marvelous Grace
Where do I even begin? This has been the fastest, make you wanna vomit and cry at the same time roller coaster i have ever been on.
If i can ever spare a parent this fear i would take all of it for each and every one of them. Fearing for your child's life is somewhere a parent should never be. Then hearing the story evolve each time you tell it, changing as it emerges from the nurses floor to floor...
At one point my child had been swimming while i was inside my house.
So here it is. What really happened.
Joel, the kids and I were swimming in our neighborhood pool, and had been there about 45 minutes. A friend (that moved here from Houston with us as well) and his son were swimming with us. Luke had declared he was done swimming so he was sitting on the side with Joel. Logan began to stir so Joel sat on the top step of the pool with Logan and they were splashing away. Mr mischief wandered down to the deep end, where i met him and reprimanded him for wandering around the pool with no swim arms on. Mad at me, he wandered back to where Joel was sitting and i went back to playing with the girls. My sweet husband remembers about 15 minutes that he was playing with Logan in the water before Luke fell. So somewhere after Joel got Logan out of his seat, after i fought with Luke at the deep end and he wandered back to Joel then did he slip into the pool. He was under maybe a minute before i got to him. I don't know if he fell, or if he was on the steps and slipped. There were THREE adults in the pool. All of us constantly doing a head count.
I pulled him out and shook him around a bit to rouse him, and then Joel and i traded because Luke was so heavy. Water erupted from him followed by some mucus. While laying on Joel's lap horizontally, Luke threw up again... more water at the same projectile force. Limp, and lifeless is what came next. Fear then took a hold of us both. He and I are both CPR certified, we knew the water needed to come out... now what. Luke was very sleepy and couldn't really communicate. I remembered that head injuries couldn't sleep... did he have a head injury? Had he hit his head before he fell in? I didn't know... panic... Panic quickly followed Fear.
We live quite a ways off the beaten path so going to the hospital was a long drive so the fire station was the quickest way to get help. It is a tiny volunteer fire station but either way we hoped they knew more about where we stood. Turns out there weren't many guys on duty, but 1 Paramedic and The ambulance driver. Assuming the worst with out asking us many questions and thru us into the bus and we were off. Well we left after the driver smoked a cigarette and we roused the paramedic. Joel was slightly ticked. Having never ridden in an ambulance before- at least never remembering a ride- it was crazy for me. We were going way to fast than what felt safe and watching him stick my baby a second time in a effort to get an iv was less than pleasant. However, my sweet red head screeched in pain. It was a beautiful sound. He sounded like he had life. He sounded like he had fight!
Arriving at the hospital they assessed him and we settled in for what seemed like the long hall. Patiently telling me what was up ahead, and what to watch for... they prepared us it would get worse before it got better. This included jumps and random muscle spasms, and screaming melt downs as his nerves "cooled", and the adrenaline passed.
Moving to ICU was bittersweet because only two of us were allowed in the room and our dear sweet "small group family" went home. They were such a blessing. Dinner, toiletries for our overnight stay, snacks AND COKE! Words can't explain how grateful we were for them... well how grateful we still are for them.
Meanwhile back at my house Brent had held down the fort while a small group couple with a 6 yr old whisked the girls away to play barbies, my mom was en route and then later packing us an over night bag, random people popping in to gather items like wallets, shot records, and phone chargers while they headed to the hospital.
ICU was uneventful. Passing the kids there tat waited at deaths door made me so glad we had a spry red head still in our midst. I praised HIM in the quiet. The ICU rules say that only one parent can stay over night, so at 10:30 the nurse walks quickly into our room and says i hate to do this but... LET'S MOVE! She had scored u a room upstairs with a parent bed and rules allowing us to both to stay by our sweet boy.
the night was sleepless but peaceful. Each time Luke stirred something beeped or blared or flashed. Joel slept the first shift and i did the second. I had downed at least three cokes by then so i was pretty hot, sleep wasn't next on my list any way.
We were discharged this morning about 11:30. It was a great relief.
I received 267 facebook notification emails and over 100 text messages in the first 5 hours I was in the hospital. Being on new meds crying is hard for me. I wanted it yesterday as a release and you guys brought down the water works. I read each of your individual comments, wall posts and even the "status" posts on our behalf. I wept in the night as i read you uplifting words. From "a hero mom friend of mine" to "you are super woman" to "Jesus is rocking you all". Your words- given to you by the Father i am confident- reminded me of who was in control.
He didn't want me sweet boy to fall, but He knew it would happen. Brent was supposed to be at he pool with us. My small group leader was supposed to be at church in a meeting with pastoral staff and prayer warriors (70+ that stopped and prayed RIGHT THEN), my ped's nurse picking up a shift in the PICU... so on and so on. If i listed every way that i saw GOD yesterday this post would end. Because HE NEVER CEASES TO SHOW UP... IN BIG WAYS.
I received a special visit from a nurse friend "with special privileges" :), and a friend stopped by today to check in on us. Dinner offers came out of the woodwork and people i didn't even know prayed for my precious Luke. I don't have enough vocabulary to fully express my gratitude. i would hug each of your necks. I will lift you up in prayer for ever, some of you never knowing your names. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
"Grace, Grace, God's Grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within
Grace, Grace Gods grace, Grace that is greater than all my sin
Sin and despair like the arctic cold threaten the soul with permanent loss, but Grace that is greater
Yes grace untold
points to my refuge, that mighty cross
Grace grace God's grace
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within
Grace, grace God's grace grace that is greater than all my sin"
God's Grace
It is by God's Grace alone that my grouchy, mischievous red head escaped that terror yesterday. Thank you for crying out to the Mighty Healer with me. You are my friends, my prayers partners and the encourager's thru my journey. Thank you for walking with me. Thank you for praying with me. Thank you for lifting us up. Thank you for encouraging me as i strive to be a better mom and be more like Him.
Grace. Remember He loves you. Remember He gives us grace.
If i can ever spare a parent this fear i would take all of it for each and every one of them. Fearing for your child's life is somewhere a parent should never be. Then hearing the story evolve each time you tell it, changing as it emerges from the nurses floor to floor...
At one point my child had been swimming while i was inside my house.
So here it is. What really happened.
Joel, the kids and I were swimming in our neighborhood pool, and had been there about 45 minutes. A friend (that moved here from Houston with us as well) and his son were swimming with us. Luke had declared he was done swimming so he was sitting on the side with Joel. Logan began to stir so Joel sat on the top step of the pool with Logan and they were splashing away. Mr mischief wandered down to the deep end, where i met him and reprimanded him for wandering around the pool with no swim arms on. Mad at me, he wandered back to where Joel was sitting and i went back to playing with the girls. My sweet husband remembers about 15 minutes that he was playing with Logan in the water before Luke fell. So somewhere after Joel got Logan out of his seat, after i fought with Luke at the deep end and he wandered back to Joel then did he slip into the pool. He was under maybe a minute before i got to him. I don't know if he fell, or if he was on the steps and slipped. There were THREE adults in the pool. All of us constantly doing a head count.
I pulled him out and shook him around a bit to rouse him, and then Joel and i traded because Luke was so heavy. Water erupted from him followed by some mucus. While laying on Joel's lap horizontally, Luke threw up again... more water at the same projectile force. Limp, and lifeless is what came next. Fear then took a hold of us both. He and I are both CPR certified, we knew the water needed to come out... now what. Luke was very sleepy and couldn't really communicate. I remembered that head injuries couldn't sleep... did he have a head injury? Had he hit his head before he fell in? I didn't know... panic... Panic quickly followed Fear.
We live quite a ways off the beaten path so going to the hospital was a long drive so the fire station was the quickest way to get help. It is a tiny volunteer fire station but either way we hoped they knew more about where we stood. Turns out there weren't many guys on duty, but 1 Paramedic and The ambulance driver. Assuming the worst with out asking us many questions and thru us into the bus and we were off. Well we left after the driver smoked a cigarette and we roused the paramedic. Joel was slightly ticked. Having never ridden in an ambulance before- at least never remembering a ride- it was crazy for me. We were going way to fast than what felt safe and watching him stick my baby a second time in a effort to get an iv was less than pleasant. However, my sweet red head screeched in pain. It was a beautiful sound. He sounded like he had life. He sounded like he had fight!
Arriving at the hospital they assessed him and we settled in for what seemed like the long hall. Patiently telling me what was up ahead, and what to watch for... they prepared us it would get worse before it got better. This included jumps and random muscle spasms, and screaming melt downs as his nerves "cooled", and the adrenaline passed.
Moving to ICU was bittersweet because only two of us were allowed in the room and our dear sweet "small group family" went home. They were such a blessing. Dinner, toiletries for our overnight stay, snacks AND COKE! Words can't explain how grateful we were for them... well how grateful we still are for them.
Meanwhile back at my house Brent had held down the fort while a small group couple with a 6 yr old whisked the girls away to play barbies, my mom was en route and then later packing us an over night bag, random people popping in to gather items like wallets, shot records, and phone chargers while they headed to the hospital.
ICU was uneventful. Passing the kids there tat waited at deaths door made me so glad we had a spry red head still in our midst. I praised HIM in the quiet. The ICU rules say that only one parent can stay over night, so at 10:30 the nurse walks quickly into our room and says i hate to do this but... LET'S MOVE! She had scored u a room upstairs with a parent bed and rules allowing us to both to stay by our sweet boy.
the night was sleepless but peaceful. Each time Luke stirred something beeped or blared or flashed. Joel slept the first shift and i did the second. I had downed at least three cokes by then so i was pretty hot, sleep wasn't next on my list any way.
We were discharged this morning about 11:30. It was a great relief.
I received 267 facebook notification emails and over 100 text messages in the first 5 hours I was in the hospital. Being on new meds crying is hard for me. I wanted it yesterday as a release and you guys brought down the water works. I read each of your individual comments, wall posts and even the "status" posts on our behalf. I wept in the night as i read you uplifting words. From "a hero mom friend of mine" to "you are super woman" to "Jesus is rocking you all". Your words- given to you by the Father i am confident- reminded me of who was in control.
He didn't want me sweet boy to fall, but He knew it would happen. Brent was supposed to be at he pool with us. My small group leader was supposed to be at church in a meeting with pastoral staff and prayer warriors (70+ that stopped and prayed RIGHT THEN), my ped's nurse picking up a shift in the PICU... so on and so on. If i listed every way that i saw GOD yesterday this post would end. Because HE NEVER CEASES TO SHOW UP... IN BIG WAYS.
I received a special visit from a nurse friend "with special privileges" :), and a friend stopped by today to check in on us. Dinner offers came out of the woodwork and people i didn't even know prayed for my precious Luke. I don't have enough vocabulary to fully express my gratitude. i would hug each of your necks. I will lift you up in prayer for ever, some of you never knowing your names. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
"Grace, Grace, God's Grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within
Grace, Grace Gods grace, Grace that is greater than all my sin
Sin and despair like the arctic cold threaten the soul with permanent loss, but Grace that is greater
Yes grace untold
points to my refuge, that mighty cross
Grace grace God's grace
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within
Grace, grace God's grace grace that is greater than all my sin"
God's Grace
It is by God's Grace alone that my grouchy, mischievous red head escaped that terror yesterday. Thank you for crying out to the Mighty Healer with me. You are my friends, my prayers partners and the encourager's thru my journey. Thank you for walking with me. Thank you for praying with me. Thank you for lifting us up. Thank you for encouraging me as i strive to be a better mom and be more like Him.
Grace. Remember He loves you. Remember He gives us grace.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
such strong words
"I HATE MORNINGS"
" SUNRISE? WHATS THAT?" ( i bought a a candle from Yankee Candle that smells like early sunrise :)
Did your mom ever tell you that "hate" was a strong word?
If you know anything about me, you know that I am not frequently up before 9.
Then enter school. We get up (Joel, me and Logan) about 6:30. Yep, that's right i said i get out of my bed at 6:30! I have also grown to LOVE it! I get a few minutes with my husband that we can run thru the day-after he has showered and becomes coherent- and he talks to the baby(who is in the excer saucer in the bathroom) while he showers. Typically i can over hear their "conversation" while i am in the kitchen making Lexi's lunch. Then he quietly tip-toes upstairs to wake sleeping beauty up and brings her down to get dressed.
Laying on the couch are four outfits. Eight shoes sit neatly with socks tucked in side beside the couch, ready for our early day. A hot pink mesh back pack hangs packed by the back door ready to go.
Enjoying the alarm clock sounding? Well i wont go that far but i have recently been awakened earlier than the alarm. The best sound I hear all day? My two girls learning our weekly bible verse and praying for each other on the way to school.
This week we are learning "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all they ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
I learned that as a child so i may have combined a few versions in my head. Either way it is something now stored in the precious hearts of my children. Would i have pictured my self a stay at home mom, driving to school every morning? Not really. I wanted to have a career, and wear heels everyday. God had different plans. Different. Very talkative. Energetic. Even a red-head. Plans.
Hate is a strong word. I always claimed to hate mornings, but i hadn't really ever been consistent enough with trying them to know.
Trusting Him with all my heart and leaning not on my understanding? Well it isn't wearing a suit and carrying a pretty brief case. Seems Trusting Him with all my heart has led me to place i would have chosen. The growth we have experienced as a family in the last nine days has been more than I could have ever understood. So now i want to publicly Acknowledge Him and give Him all the glory for the amazing things He has done in our lives.
Avid GPS user is laughingly what I am. Getting lost is what i do. But somehow no matter how far i would wander on my own... He shall direct my paths.
Now those are strong words.
" SUNRISE? WHATS THAT?" ( i bought a a candle from Yankee Candle that smells like early sunrise :)
Did your mom ever tell you that "hate" was a strong word?
If you know anything about me, you know that I am not frequently up before 9.
Then enter school. We get up (Joel, me and Logan) about 6:30. Yep, that's right i said i get out of my bed at 6:30! I have also grown to LOVE it! I get a few minutes with my husband that we can run thru the day-after he has showered and becomes coherent- and he talks to the baby(who is in the excer saucer in the bathroom) while he showers. Typically i can over hear their "conversation" while i am in the kitchen making Lexi's lunch. Then he quietly tip-toes upstairs to wake sleeping beauty up and brings her down to get dressed.
Laying on the couch are four outfits. Eight shoes sit neatly with socks tucked in side beside the couch, ready for our early day. A hot pink mesh back pack hangs packed by the back door ready to go.
Enjoying the alarm clock sounding? Well i wont go that far but i have recently been awakened earlier than the alarm. The best sound I hear all day? My two girls learning our weekly bible verse and praying for each other on the way to school.
This week we are learning "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all they ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
I learned that as a child so i may have combined a few versions in my head. Either way it is something now stored in the precious hearts of my children. Would i have pictured my self a stay at home mom, driving to school every morning? Not really. I wanted to have a career, and wear heels everyday. God had different plans. Different. Very talkative. Energetic. Even a red-head. Plans.
Hate is a strong word. I always claimed to hate mornings, but i hadn't really ever been consistent enough with trying them to know.
Trusting Him with all my heart and leaning not on my understanding? Well it isn't wearing a suit and carrying a pretty brief case. Seems Trusting Him with all my heart has led me to place i would have chosen. The growth we have experienced as a family in the last nine days has been more than I could have ever understood. So now i want to publicly Acknowledge Him and give Him all the glory for the amazing things He has done in our lives.
Avid GPS user is laughingly what I am. Getting lost is what i do. But somehow no matter how far i would wander on my own... He shall direct my paths.
Now those are strong words.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Readiness?
I have taught in a preschool setting, and even had a few Chinese fire drills in my day. That considered when there was a risk of a tornado hitting my city i had nothing! We recently had a water system installed in our counter-top so we drink from there-- eliminating the need for bottled water. Batteries are what i see as a source of power to really annoying toys. So we have what we need for remote controls and that's about it. Heck i was just told that my car battery has corrosion for goodness sake! My family of six rarely leaves left overs, so we don't exactly have food just hanging out either.
Joel and I had to quickly go over where we would go if a tornado actually hit and instructed the kids not to ask question , just to go! Which, you know, opened up the door to ask a billion questions! Drama queen melted down, Sister insisted on bossing everyone around about what they were allowed to bring to the special spot, and bubba... he just refused to move-- anywhere. He protested that he needed to be in the rain playing!
After this lovely-thankfully short lived- adventure it occurs to me that we need to have a plan in place for all the possible disaster situations. So i guess that is my task for tomorrow?
Nope because half way thru this blog my before mentioned "spiderman like son" tripped and fell down the bunk bed stairs. You know the bunk bed that has stairs instead of a ladder because its safer. Sigh he has a good black eye and some bumps and bruises else wear. So tomorrow i watch a boy for signs of a concussion.... disaster plans will have to wait just one more day....
Joel and I had to quickly go over where we would go if a tornado actually hit and instructed the kids not to ask question , just to go! Which, you know, opened up the door to ask a billion questions! Drama queen melted down, Sister insisted on bossing everyone around about what they were allowed to bring to the special spot, and bubba... he just refused to move-- anywhere. He protested that he needed to be in the rain playing!
After this lovely-thankfully short lived- adventure it occurs to me that we need to have a plan in place for all the possible disaster situations. So i guess that is my task for tomorrow?
Nope because half way thru this blog my before mentioned "spiderman like son" tripped and fell down the bunk bed stairs. You know the bunk bed that has stairs instead of a ladder because its safer. Sigh he has a good black eye and some bumps and bruises else wear. So tomorrow i watch a boy for signs of a concussion.... disaster plans will have to wait just one more day....
just a commical photo from today to share :)
he WAS wearing underwear....
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Powerful
I want to share a song with you. This is " Fall Apart" by Josh Wilson
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011
I WILL SURVIVE!
I have survived the first day of Kindergarten!
Several posts ago I was really not sure how i would handle this big day, and was not not quite sure i wanted Lexi in public school at all. After a month on the road and seeing friends that she misses terribly, she was longing for this day. Openly requesting friends--- I longed for this day with her.
My mom drove up last night, so that Joel and I could take Lexi to school all by herself. She was as excited about one on one time with us as she was about going to school. IN my house riding in daddy's car is rare. For obvious reasons the kids are almost never in the Honda-- so her request this morning was to ride in daddy's car to school. Beaming with pride because his car is "fast and cool", he strapped her in and off we went.
Walking down the hall in her purple top, denim leggings and silver sequined belt with coordinating silver shoes, she clung to our hands. Outgoing is almost an understatement for Lex-- but today she was plum stone faced. Entering the classroom was uncomfortable and tough. She hugged me and then daddy... enter water works. I didn't shed a tear, but that "daddy hug" got to her. The teacher assured us it would be short lived and so we left knowing she would be fine.
I asked Joel if he wanted to take me to breakfast and he laughed and said all i have time for is McDonald's! So i excitedly agreed to a kid free breakfast with my hunny!
Mom and I caught up on some things around the house and then the time came to pick up big sister from school. Luke wandered around several times saying "less less cool?" it was neat to me to see that he missed her. Lorelei was a totally different child today. The element of competition was eliminated and she really enjoyed stepping into the big sister role.
Climbing into the car Lexi could stop chattering. Telling us all about each thing. Rest time, lunch, what she ate at snack, and so on and so on. As the evening progresses more details emerged but all in all i think she loved every minute!
first time I held her
first day of Kindergarten
Tomorrows carefully planned ensemble has been laid out complete with tennis shoes for PE! I will drop her off curbside and that will be a little more nervous for mommy but one day at a time! A friend told me today "don't cry because its over, smile because it happened". So today i celebrate the five years at home i had with my Lexi girl and and look forward to the journey we will share together thru her school years.
Father thank you for my beautiful daughter. Thank you for sharing her with me during her time here and trusting me to teach her about you. Please teach me to trust you thru her each day and watch over her as she goes to school each day. In your AWESOME name i pray-- Amen
Several posts ago I was really not sure how i would handle this big day, and was not not quite sure i wanted Lexi in public school at all. After a month on the road and seeing friends that she misses terribly, she was longing for this day. Openly requesting friends--- I longed for this day with her.
My mom drove up last night, so that Joel and I could take Lexi to school all by herself. She was as excited about one on one time with us as she was about going to school. IN my house riding in daddy's car is rare. For obvious reasons the kids are almost never in the Honda-- so her request this morning was to ride in daddy's car to school. Beaming with pride because his car is "fast and cool", he strapped her in and off we went.
Walking down the hall in her purple top, denim leggings and silver sequined belt with coordinating silver shoes, she clung to our hands. Outgoing is almost an understatement for Lex-- but today she was plum stone faced. Entering the classroom was uncomfortable and tough. She hugged me and then daddy... enter water works. I didn't shed a tear, but that "daddy hug" got to her. The teacher assured us it would be short lived and so we left knowing she would be fine.
I asked Joel if he wanted to take me to breakfast and he laughed and said all i have time for is McDonald's! So i excitedly agreed to a kid free breakfast with my hunny!
Mom and I caught up on some things around the house and then the time came to pick up big sister from school. Luke wandered around several times saying "less less cool?" it was neat to me to see that he missed her. Lorelei was a totally different child today. The element of competition was eliminated and she really enjoyed stepping into the big sister role.
Climbing into the car Lexi could stop chattering. Telling us all about each thing. Rest time, lunch, what she ate at snack, and so on and so on. As the evening progresses more details emerged but all in all i think she loved every minute!
first time I held her
first day of KindergartenFather thank you for my beautiful daughter. Thank you for sharing her with me during her time here and trusting me to teach her about you. Please teach me to trust you thru her each day and watch over her as she goes to school each day. In your AWESOME name i pray-- Amen
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