Today a dear, old friend of my family's is being laid to rest after loosing her battle with cancer last Thursday. Because of location and family obligations we are unable to attend the services, but her family is very much in my prayers today.
Tana was a wonderful, godly woman who loved the Lord first and her family a very close second. She kept a blog during her 11 month struggle to fight this horrible disease and to see the faith and strength that can only come from God Himself was amazing. She was human and she struggled with doubt, depression, fear and anxiety just as I think most of us would. But the overriding message of her posts was that she knew the Lord was in control and she only wanted to see Him glorified through her ordeal. While God chose not to heal her on this side of heaven, I believe that through her testimony and the legacy that she leaves behind God will indeed be glorified. If you would like to read her blog for yourself, here is the link: http://jtrcheckel.blogspot.com/
Men and women, hug your spouse and your kids everyday. This just reminds us that none of us know how many days we will be granted on this earth. Any moment can be our last. So let those you love know it while you still have the chance. Don't assume they know it or wait for another day because it may not come. Live everyday like it could be your last. Don't have regrets.
As you read this, you might offer up a prayer for Tana's family. Her husband, John and sons Cody and Ryan and her parents will need all the prayers they can get as they try to get through the days, weeks, and months to come.
Tana, my sister, I am glad to say that I knew you. I cannot wait to be reunited someday in God's heavenly kingdom. Our lives are a little darker without you in it, but Heaven shines much brighter today. Rest in peace.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Looking to the Future
Well, another election has come and gone. While I do not agree with the outcome and did not vote for the president-elect, I have to say that I am glad that the election is over. All of the ads, campaigning, he said-he said, get a little tiresome after awhile. I have to admit that the human side of me is a little afraid of what the next few years hold. But, I also know that there is a God who is not surprised by any of the recent events. He has known all along how this election would turn out. I believe that God is still in control and is still on His throne. I don't know what He is doing in all of this but I do know that He always has a purpose in allowing things to happen. I believe that He will use this to bring glory to Himself. I also know that we are commanded in scripture to pray for those in authority over us. Therefore, I will choose the higher road and will try to see how God is working in all of this. I will commit to pray for our new president and those he surrounds himself with as well as all of those who serve in Congress. I am shaken but my faith holds firm. My God is bigger than any election ever could be and I hold strongly to that and to His promises.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Revelations
I had an eye-opening experience with my oldest daughter today. One I'm still trying to digest and sort through. She is 14 and trying to assert her independence. A rite of passage that I know we all go through as we try to find our way in this world, cut the apron strings, and become our own person.
I guess I've always had illusions that my kids, especially my oldest daughter, would grow up to be just like me. I don't exactly know where that comes from unless it is some side effect of motherhood. God knows that I am different from both of my parents in alot of respects so why would I think that my children would grow up to be just like me?
We were discussing a topic today that I feel very strongly about. I have shared my feelings about this subject openly and honestly most of my adult life. Therefore, I was shocked to learn that she has a different opinion than mine. Not totally opposed to, just different. It was really the first time that I have been faced with the prospect that she is growing up. She is forming her own opinions and conclusions on the way the world is and how it works. After digesting this conversation a little, I realized that even though I disagree with her viewpoint, I am proud of the fact that she is becoming her own person. She is still young and immature in alot of ways and even if she doesn't want to acknowledge it, she still needs guidance and direction on some things from myself and my husband. But at the same time, I need to be able to step back and allow her the freedom to express herself openly and honestly, even if she disagrees with me, without the fear of judgment or correction.
This will take some effort on my part, I admit. I don't want to let go. I know this is the way it is supposed to work. We train them for a few short years (too short) and hope to release them into the world as responsible, hard working, well adjusted adults who are ready to make a difference in this world. It's just coming a little too soon for me. In a lot of ways, my influence on her is greatly diminishing. I guess I have to hope and pray that we've done a good job laying the foundation and then the rest will hopefully take care of itself.
I guess I've always had illusions that my kids, especially my oldest daughter, would grow up to be just like me. I don't exactly know where that comes from unless it is some side effect of motherhood. God knows that I am different from both of my parents in alot of respects so why would I think that my children would grow up to be just like me?
We were discussing a topic today that I feel very strongly about. I have shared my feelings about this subject openly and honestly most of my adult life. Therefore, I was shocked to learn that she has a different opinion than mine. Not totally opposed to, just different. It was really the first time that I have been faced with the prospect that she is growing up. She is forming her own opinions and conclusions on the way the world is and how it works. After digesting this conversation a little, I realized that even though I disagree with her viewpoint, I am proud of the fact that she is becoming her own person. She is still young and immature in alot of ways and even if she doesn't want to acknowledge it, she still needs guidance and direction on some things from myself and my husband. But at the same time, I need to be able to step back and allow her the freedom to express herself openly and honestly, even if she disagrees with me, without the fear of judgment or correction.
This will take some effort on my part, I admit. I don't want to let go. I know this is the way it is supposed to work. We train them for a few short years (too short) and hope to release them into the world as responsible, hard working, well adjusted adults who are ready to make a difference in this world. It's just coming a little too soon for me. In a lot of ways, my influence on her is greatly diminishing. I guess I have to hope and pray that we've done a good job laying the foundation and then the rest will hopefully take care of itself.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Being a single parent
I have to tell you how much I admire and respect single parents. My mother was one for many years and sometimes I don't know how she did it. I am a stay-at-home mom and still can't seem to accomplish even the simplest tasks with all that is required in taking care of my home and my family. I can't imagine how single parents get it all done.
Now to the reason for this blog. As I shared in an earlier blog, my husband recently began a new job after 16 months of unemployment. I hear people talk about how their spouses drive them crazy when they are around the house too much, but not me. I loved having my husband home. I had someone to help out with all the mundane tasks that had to be accomplished and if I needed to run to the store for a minute he could watch the kids. Not to mention the adult companionship that so many of us stay at home parents long for. I knew having him back at work would be an adjustment.
He has now been at work for four weeks. Every week so far he has been out of town for at least one night. He left again this morning for another two days. He has traveled in the past, but never this much. It is to be expected with a new job and I understand completely. I just didn't realize how hard of an adjustment it was going to be. Being the only one to take care of the kids, take them to all of their various functions and making sure the homework gets done, meals get cooked, etc. etc. etc. is exhausting. And why is it that kids are so much more difficult and whiny when dad isn't around? I admit I'm probably alot more on edge and stressed when he is gone as well. His travels help me realize how lucky I am to have him around to help out and so much more aware of the plight of single parents. At least I know my discomfort is short lived and that he will be coming back. Doing it all on your own every day without help, well, I couldn't begin to imagine.
So, my point, if you know any single parents, think about ways to help them out. Run errands for them, babysit their kids so they can have a night out, offer to mow their lawn. There are a number of ways we could reach out and try to make their lives a little more manageable.
Now to the reason for this blog. As I shared in an earlier blog, my husband recently began a new job after 16 months of unemployment. I hear people talk about how their spouses drive them crazy when they are around the house too much, but not me. I loved having my husband home. I had someone to help out with all the mundane tasks that had to be accomplished and if I needed to run to the store for a minute he could watch the kids. Not to mention the adult companionship that so many of us stay at home parents long for. I knew having him back at work would be an adjustment.
He has now been at work for four weeks. Every week so far he has been out of town for at least one night. He left again this morning for another two days. He has traveled in the past, but never this much. It is to be expected with a new job and I understand completely. I just didn't realize how hard of an adjustment it was going to be. Being the only one to take care of the kids, take them to all of their various functions and making sure the homework gets done, meals get cooked, etc. etc. etc. is exhausting. And why is it that kids are so much more difficult and whiny when dad isn't around? I admit I'm probably alot more on edge and stressed when he is gone as well. His travels help me realize how lucky I am to have him around to help out and so much more aware of the plight of single parents. At least I know my discomfort is short lived and that he will be coming back. Doing it all on your own every day without help, well, I couldn't begin to imagine.
So, my point, if you know any single parents, think about ways to help them out. Run errands for them, babysit their kids so they can have a night out, offer to mow their lawn. There are a number of ways we could reach out and try to make their lives a little more manageable.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Agony of Defeat
I have to admit sometimes it is really hard being a mom. Especially when your kids are struggling and you don't really know what to say. Let me elaborate.
This is the second year that our son, Matthew, has played football. Flag last year and tackle this year. He has played a total of fourteen games. His teams have won a grand total of one (that was last year). After 5 games this year, we are 0-5. And we've had some close ones. Last week, we had the first lead of the season. Last night we had our first half time lead. And we still lost.
A little history...Matthew played soccer for four years as a small child and his team was very good. They won a lot more than they lost. Therefore, he is used to winning. He loves playing football now, especially tackle. I have a son who loves to hit people (it sounds so barbaric, doesn't it?). He's playing defense and loves it. I think he would much rather be the one doing the tackling than the one getting tackled. But the losing is really starting to wear on him. I'm the kind of person who thinks that losing can be a good thing sometimes. I think it can build character and teaches you how to lose gracefully, but it's even beginning to wear on me. Week after week, I watch these boys play their hearts out only to have their hopes dashed. To their credit, they keep after it and do show improvement every week. Matthew has done very well this year playing his position and has been able to take away some good feelings from his performance. But last night was too much for him.
I always try to find something positive to say no matter how bad the loss was, but last night Matthew wouldn't listen to anything I said. He didn't have a great game but he did okay. Being an emotional person (as I know alot of us females are), I'm learning that sometimes you just have to back off and let them have their pity party. He was better by the time he went to bed and seemed to have shaken it off.
My hope is that he will learn from these experiences. Losing is tough but it does build character. It should make the wins that much sweeter when they do come. I also hope that he learns that you can't be the star all the time. The fact is that in life, you win some and you lose some and you have to roll with whatever life throws at you. Sometimes you have to let other people have the spotlight and have the great performance while you take a backseat. I will learn to stand back and let him vent his frustrations (in a healthy manner) because they will eventually blow over. He will learn to let it roll off and look forward to the next game. I will continue to stand on the sideline and cheer him on in wins and in losses. And just maybe, I'll learn to keep my mouth shut because sometimes he just needs me be to be silent.
This is the second year that our son, Matthew, has played football. Flag last year and tackle this year. He has played a total of fourteen games. His teams have won a grand total of one (that was last year). After 5 games this year, we are 0-5. And we've had some close ones. Last week, we had the first lead of the season. Last night we had our first half time lead. And we still lost.
A little history...Matthew played soccer for four years as a small child and his team was very good. They won a lot more than they lost. Therefore, he is used to winning. He loves playing football now, especially tackle. I have a son who loves to hit people (it sounds so barbaric, doesn't it?). He's playing defense and loves it. I think he would much rather be the one doing the tackling than the one getting tackled. But the losing is really starting to wear on him. I'm the kind of person who thinks that losing can be a good thing sometimes. I think it can build character and teaches you how to lose gracefully, but it's even beginning to wear on me. Week after week, I watch these boys play their hearts out only to have their hopes dashed. To their credit, they keep after it and do show improvement every week. Matthew has done very well this year playing his position and has been able to take away some good feelings from his performance. But last night was too much for him.
I always try to find something positive to say no matter how bad the loss was, but last night Matthew wouldn't listen to anything I said. He didn't have a great game but he did okay. Being an emotional person (as I know alot of us females are), I'm learning that sometimes you just have to back off and let them have their pity party. He was better by the time he went to bed and seemed to have shaken it off.
My hope is that he will learn from these experiences. Losing is tough but it does build character. It should make the wins that much sweeter when they do come. I also hope that he learns that you can't be the star all the time. The fact is that in life, you win some and you lose some and you have to roll with whatever life throws at you. Sometimes you have to let other people have the spotlight and have the great performance while you take a backseat. I will learn to stand back and let him vent his frustrations (in a healthy manner) because they will eventually blow over. He will learn to let it roll off and look forward to the next game. I will continue to stand on the sideline and cheer him on in wins and in losses. And just maybe, I'll learn to keep my mouth shut because sometimes he just needs me be to be silent.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
A Trip to the Zoo
Today I got to go on a field trip with my daughter, Mackenzie, and her kindergarten class. Marlee went with us and we enjoyed a beautiful day at the zoo and then we got to enjoy lunch at the local football stadium. The kids got to run around on the field and had a great time. We're a little worn out but happy that I got to go with her.
Here are a few pictures of our adventure.
Mackenzie and Marlee waiting to go into the zoo.
Me and my girls.
Hanging out under the goal post.
Marlee trying to be a cheerleader.
Here are a few pictures of our adventure.
Mackenzie and Marlee waiting to go into the zoo.
Me and my girls.
Hanging out under the goal post.
Marlee trying to be a cheerleader.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Nice surprises
We had a nice surprise last night. Last week in Matthew's football game, he had like 5 sacks, 2 of which resulted in fumbles, so he did very well. He was not able to go to practice last night because he sprained his ankle at church on Sunday (looks pretty gross). One of his coaches called after practice was over and wanted to come over and make a presentation. They receive stars for their helmets (they are the Cowboys) for good play. Well, he received one for his numerous tackles but also received one for being the overall best defensive player of the game. We thought that was pretty special. Now if we can just get the ankle healed up for the game this week (doubtful).
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Life Moves Way Too Fast
Sometimes I sit and look at my children and wonder where has all the time gone? I remember being a child and wishing I was all grown up and my mother telling me to be patient. Life moves faster the older you get. How right she was.
I have four beautiful children ranging in age from 3 to 14. My oldest, Mariah, is now in that stage of wanting to be older than she is and I find myself telling her the same thing. It seems like yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital and now she is a freshman in high school. I have at most, 4 more summers with her and she will move off into the world of young adulthood. I realize now how short a time that is. She has her first homecoming dance this Saturday. We went shopping yesterday for her first dress. It made me feel a little sad watching her try on all of these dresses and to realize how grown up she really is. She is a beautiful girl and she looks amazing in her dress (I'll post pictures after the dance). Somehow it made me long for the days when I was the one picking out her clothes and fixing her hair. Now she does those things on her own and doesn't need me as much, which is the way it should be.
It also makes me remember how precious every minute is and how, even when the daily grind gets me down, I need to cherish every minute because I will blink twice and they will all have moved on. I will be left with only memories so it is my job to make as many as I can while I have them home.
I have four beautiful children ranging in age from 3 to 14. My oldest, Mariah, is now in that stage of wanting to be older than she is and I find myself telling her the same thing. It seems like yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital and now she is a freshman in high school. I have at most, 4 more summers with her and she will move off into the world of young adulthood. I realize now how short a time that is. She has her first homecoming dance this Saturday. We went shopping yesterday for her first dress. It made me feel a little sad watching her try on all of these dresses and to realize how grown up she really is. She is a beautiful girl and she looks amazing in her dress (I'll post pictures after the dance). Somehow it made me long for the days when I was the one picking out her clothes and fixing her hair. Now she does those things on her own and doesn't need me as much, which is the way it should be.
It also makes me remember how precious every minute is and how, even when the daily grind gets me down, I need to cherish every minute because I will blink twice and they will all have moved on. I will be left with only memories so it is my job to make as many as I can while I have them home.
Monday, September 22, 2008
This is the Day...
Psalm 118:24
This is the day the LORD has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.
This is my verse for the day. I should claim this verse everyday, I know, but it is especially true today. Everything in my world, for the moment, is very, very good.
My husband is currently at training for his new job. He is excited, as we all are, about what the future holds. When my husband is happy, I am happy. It has been a long road for him, but he has been a true picture of what integrity and faith look like. I believe God has led us to this place for a reason and I am extremely optimistic about the future.
I wrote last week about my sick child, Marlee. Well, she is finally fever free after 4 days and feeling like her old self again. I have to admit, I kind of like how snuggly she is when she doesn't feel well because she isn't normally like that. However, the misery she was feeling wasn't worth it and I'm glad she is feeling better. All of my children are doing well and feeling good and that makes today a good day as well.
And to top it all off, Marlee and I went shopping today and bought real big girl panties!! She is finally potty-trained and our bank account should be able to feel the difference very soon.
So, needless to say, life in my little corner of the world today is very good. This IS the day that the Lord has made. I choose to rejoice and be glad in it.
This is the day the LORD has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.
This is my verse for the day. I should claim this verse everyday, I know, but it is especially true today. Everything in my world, for the moment, is very, very good.
My husband is currently at training for his new job. He is excited, as we all are, about what the future holds. When my husband is happy, I am happy. It has been a long road for him, but he has been a true picture of what integrity and faith look like. I believe God has led us to this place for a reason and I am extremely optimistic about the future.
I wrote last week about my sick child, Marlee. Well, she is finally fever free after 4 days and feeling like her old self again. I have to admit, I kind of like how snuggly she is when she doesn't feel well because she isn't normally like that. However, the misery she was feeling wasn't worth it and I'm glad she is feeling better. All of my children are doing well and feeling good and that makes today a good day as well.
And to top it all off, Marlee and I went shopping today and bought real big girl panties!! She is finally potty-trained and our bank account should be able to feel the difference very soon.
So, needless to say, life in my little corner of the world today is very good. This IS the day that the Lord has made. I choose to rejoice and be glad in it.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Pulled in Different Directions
With four children it is inevitable that I will have to be two (or more) places at the same time or have to choose which child will get my presence when it is required by more than one. Tonight is one of those occasions.
Matthew has his second football game of the season tonight but I have a child (Marlee) who has been running fever all day and doesn't feel well. Therefore, it is not advisable for her to be outside running around while I desire to cheer my son on. So, I had to make the difficult decision between two children who I want to believe need me equally. I know that in reality Matthew is a big boy and he understands the situation. Blake is there watching him play so it's not as if he is all alone. I know that with my brood there is no way under Heaven that I will ever be able to attend all of the activities my children are involved in, but as a mother, my heart desires to be there to support them and cheer for them whenever I can. Tonight it is much more necessary for me to be home tending to my sick child, so why do I still feel so torn?
I think as mothers, we desire to be superwomen who can do 50 different tasks exceptionally well and take care of everyone who resides under our roof with a smile always on our face. The reality is if we try to devote ourselves to perfection in every area we will fall miserably short. We can only do so much before we lose our sanity or make ourselves ill.
My heart longs to be cheering my son on the football field tonight, but my baby needs me at home. So I will accept the situation for what it is, wish my son good luck and pray that everyone will be well next Thursday night.
Matthew has his second football game of the season tonight but I have a child (Marlee) who has been running fever all day and doesn't feel well. Therefore, it is not advisable for her to be outside running around while I desire to cheer my son on. So, I had to make the difficult decision between two children who I want to believe need me equally. I know that in reality Matthew is a big boy and he understands the situation. Blake is there watching him play so it's not as if he is all alone. I know that with my brood there is no way under Heaven that I will ever be able to attend all of the activities my children are involved in, but as a mother, my heart desires to be there to support them and cheer for them whenever I can. Tonight it is much more necessary for me to be home tending to my sick child, so why do I still feel so torn?
I think as mothers, we desire to be superwomen who can do 50 different tasks exceptionally well and take care of everyone who resides under our roof with a smile always on our face. The reality is if we try to devote ourselves to perfection in every area we will fall miserably short. We can only do so much before we lose our sanity or make ourselves ill.
My heart longs to be cheering my son on the football field tonight, but my baby needs me at home. So I will accept the situation for what it is, wish my son good luck and pray that everyone will be well next Thursday night.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Tackle Football
My son, Matthew, played his first tackle football game last night. I have to admit that I always dreaded that day. I was afraid I would be the kind of mom that worried over every little bump and bruise and would totally freak out if I saw my son leveled to the ground. I have to say I surprised myself.
Here's my handsome little man in his uniform before the game.
And with his game face on...
Matthew plays on defense which basically means he's the one trying to do the tackling rather than getting tackled like if he was the quarterback or something else. That greatly helped me keep my cool. I have to say I was very proud of him. His team lost (badly), but he never gave up. He is loving this game and it showed last night. He had 1 sack of the quarterback, 2 quarterback hurries and 1 assisted tackle. I think this game can teach him alot about life. That even in adversity, we keep our head held high and continue to do what we are called to do without giving up. Look for the finish line (or goal line in this case) and never let up before you get there and the final whistle blows. I'm sure that I will have some nerve wracking moments as he continues to play, but as a mom, I am so excited to see him excelling at something that brings him so much happiness. He's my little man that isn't so little anymore. It's time to start standing on the sidelines and cheering him on as he finds his way in this world.
He's number 2..
Here's my handsome little man in his uniform before the game.
And with his game face on...
Matthew plays on defense which basically means he's the one trying to do the tackling rather than getting tackled like if he was the quarterback or something else. That greatly helped me keep my cool. I have to say I was very proud of him. His team lost (badly), but he never gave up. He is loving this game and it showed last night. He had 1 sack of the quarterback, 2 quarterback hurries and 1 assisted tackle. I think this game can teach him alot about life. That even in adversity, we keep our head held high and continue to do what we are called to do without giving up. Look for the finish line (or goal line in this case) and never let up before you get there and the final whistle blows. I'm sure that I will have some nerve wracking moments as he continues to play, but as a mom, I am so excited to see him excelling at something that brings him so much happiness. He's my little man that isn't so little anymore. It's time to start standing on the sidelines and cheering him on as he finds his way in this world.
He's number 2..
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Trials and Tribulations
James 1: 2-4
2 Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, 3 knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. 4 And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.
It is with pure joy this evening that I write about the end of a long trial in my life.
My wonderful husband was downsized from his company almost sixteen months ago. It has been a long, difficult road of uncertainty, questions, waiting, wondering and hoping that has finally come to a wonderful conclusion. This afternoon, Blake was finally offered and accepted a position with a new company and will begin his tenure with them toward the end of this month. God has shown us many wonderful things along this path. He has deepened our faith and our dependence on Him. He has met our needs in countless ways and we have seen many miracles along the way. It would be impossible to describe everything that He has done for us over the last year and a half. It has not all felt good. We have realized that God has used this time to smooth out some of the rough edges in our lives. We have learned that pride has been an issue that we have had to come to terms with. We have learned that we cannot go it alone and it is okay to have to depend on others and seek help from them. We have learned that we tend to be judgmental at times of people who have found themselves down on their luck thinking that we are somehow better than them, but no more.
Bad things happen to good people. Sometimes they have some control over it, but often times that is not the case. My husband has worked harder over the last year and a half then he has in a long time trying to find a job to no avail. He is a professional, but was not above working a minimum wage job; Target wouldn't talk to him. He tried to find entry level jobs but they wouldn't talk to him either. He had too much experience. Sometimes the mere will to work is not enough. We have had to put our pride aside and realize that we cannot do it all. Sometimes you have to rely on a power greater than yourself.
God has revealed to us over this time the true nature of His people. We have been blessed over and over again by the prayers, concern, encouragement and generosity of people He has put in our path. There are too many people to name in this space but they will forever hold a special place in my heart. We are excited about the future and what it holds. We are grateful for the vision we have been granted and cannot wait to be able to pay forward what we have received from countless others. I vow to never again forget who I belong to. I do not know what the future holds, but I know who holds the future. I vow from this point forward to live my life grateful for what I have been given and the opportunity to share that with others.
God is good all the time, and all the time, God is good.
Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD.
Jeremiah 17:7
2 Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, 3 knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. 4 And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.
It is with pure joy this evening that I write about the end of a long trial in my life.
My wonderful husband was downsized from his company almost sixteen months ago. It has been a long, difficult road of uncertainty, questions, waiting, wondering and hoping that has finally come to a wonderful conclusion. This afternoon, Blake was finally offered and accepted a position with a new company and will begin his tenure with them toward the end of this month. God has shown us many wonderful things along this path. He has deepened our faith and our dependence on Him. He has met our needs in countless ways and we have seen many miracles along the way. It would be impossible to describe everything that He has done for us over the last year and a half. It has not all felt good. We have realized that God has used this time to smooth out some of the rough edges in our lives. We have learned that pride has been an issue that we have had to come to terms with. We have learned that we cannot go it alone and it is okay to have to depend on others and seek help from them. We have learned that we tend to be judgmental at times of people who have found themselves down on their luck thinking that we are somehow better than them, but no more.
Bad things happen to good people. Sometimes they have some control over it, but often times that is not the case. My husband has worked harder over the last year and a half then he has in a long time trying to find a job to no avail. He is a professional, but was not above working a minimum wage job; Target wouldn't talk to him. He tried to find entry level jobs but they wouldn't talk to him either. He had too much experience. Sometimes the mere will to work is not enough. We have had to put our pride aside and realize that we cannot do it all. Sometimes you have to rely on a power greater than yourself.
God has revealed to us over this time the true nature of His people. We have been blessed over and over again by the prayers, concern, encouragement and generosity of people He has put in our path. There are too many people to name in this space but they will forever hold a special place in my heart. We are excited about the future and what it holds. We are grateful for the vision we have been granted and cannot wait to be able to pay forward what we have received from countless others. I vow to never again forget who I belong to. I do not know what the future holds, but I know who holds the future. I vow from this point forward to live my life grateful for what I have been given and the opportunity to share that with others.
God is good all the time, and all the time, God is good.
Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD.
Jeremiah 17:7
Monday, September 8, 2008
And so it Starts....
Well, we are beginning our fourth week of school this week. I already find myself wishing for the lazy days of summer. It seems that during the summer all I can think of is how many days til school starts? with all of the fighting, whining, boredom that comes along with having four children cooped up in the house all day together. Now that school is in session, my days are much quieter with just Marlee at home, but the evenings are crazy busy. My oldest, Mariah, who started high school this year, wants to go to the JV football games tonight to watch some of her friends play. My son, Matthew has football practice tonight and a game on Thursday night. We have youth group on Wednesday and the first home game of the high school varsity season on Friday night. Add to that the housework, meetings, and places that I have to be this week and my calendar is a little full. Between homework and making dinner and getting everyone where they need to be it's no wonder I feel a little frazzled at times.
Don't get me wrong, in some crazy way I enjoy the chaos that my life becomes every fall. I do enjoy being busy and am so grateful to have four wonderful, healthy children to keep me so busy. I feel that my husband and I do a good job of limiting activities for our children. My children can each pick one activity outside of school to participate in at any given time. That is all we can handle. But with four children (two of whom have no extra activities at this time), even one activity apiece adds up to alot of time and energy. But I know that all too soon the time will come that one by one they will fly the nest and I will be left to wonder where the time went and long for the days when they were here to keep me busy. So, therefore, I choose to thank God for the blessings that my children are and embrace the life that we live. I will take a deep breath and dive right in. And will be counting the hours until Saturday when I can relax a little.
Don't get me wrong, in some crazy way I enjoy the chaos that my life becomes every fall. I do enjoy being busy and am so grateful to have four wonderful, healthy children to keep me so busy. I feel that my husband and I do a good job of limiting activities for our children. My children can each pick one activity outside of school to participate in at any given time. That is all we can handle. But with four children (two of whom have no extra activities at this time), even one activity apiece adds up to alot of time and energy. But I know that all too soon the time will come that one by one they will fly the nest and I will be left to wonder where the time went and long for the days when they were here to keep me busy. So, therefore, I choose to thank God for the blessings that my children are and embrace the life that we live. I will take a deep breath and dive right in. And will be counting the hours until Saturday when I can relax a little.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Rain, Rain Go Away
Come again another day. You're familiar with the old children's rhyme. Well, I'm living it. It's been raining here for almost 48 hours non-stop, compliments of Hurricane Gustov. It came on shore with a fury, quickly moved thru Louisiana and then parked it on top of Arkansas. Thankfully, it doesn't have all of the strong winds that it did but it sure is dumping the rain. Two days with no sun and non-stop rain are really beginning to take a toll on me. I can just feel it. I enjoy the rain in moderation, but too much and the depression starts to settle in. The gloomy skies seem to settle into my inner being and it just drags me down.
Sun is once again supposed to be in store for the weekend and I am eagerly waiting for it. It reminds me of the promise that we have from our Heavenly Father. He never promises that the rains won't come or that there won't be grey skies. But He does promise that He will never leave us, even in the darkest of times. His mercies are new every morning and the sun will come out again. So, even though I want to curl up and bury my head under the covers, I will choose to hold up my head and look to the horizon.
Gustov will eventually rain itself out, just a memory of a few very rainy days, but my heavenly Father is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. I will cling to that promise and look forward to the future.
Sun is once again supposed to be in store for the weekend and I am eagerly waiting for it. It reminds me of the promise that we have from our Heavenly Father. He never promises that the rains won't come or that there won't be grey skies. But He does promise that He will never leave us, even in the darkest of times. His mercies are new every morning and the sun will come out again. So, even though I want to curl up and bury my head under the covers, I will choose to hold up my head and look to the horizon.
Gustov will eventually rain itself out, just a memory of a few very rainy days, but my heavenly Father is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. I will cling to that promise and look forward to the future.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Potty Training Update
Well, I think we have just about reached the end of the road. Marlee is doing very well with her potty training. She has had no accidents for a few days now. It's not completely smooth sailing but the end is in sight. I feel my bank account growing as I type this. My oldest, Mariah is mortified that I would blog about potty training. I guess she's right, but hey, this is my life right now. Just keeping it real.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Say a Prayer for Gulf Coast Residents
My husband and I are having dinner tonight with an old manager of his from New Orleans. They have traveled up to Arkansas to escape the storms and we are having a reunion of sorts with some of the people who worked with Blake under this manager. They survived Katrina a few years ago with minimal damage, but I know every one from that area is on pins and needles to see if the levees will hold this time. It makes me stop and think how thankful I am that my home and family are secure. I don't have to leave wondering whether or not my home will still be there when I get back. Offer up a few prayers tonight for people from that region who are still trying to recover from the devastation of three years ago. They may have to start all over again.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Are You Ready for Some Football?
I am a strange woman. I LOVE sports! I mean just about any sport but especially football, tennis, golf, soccer, the Olympics (but who doesn't like the Olympics?). You are just as likely to see me watching some kind of sporting event on the weekend as you are my husband. I attribute my love of sports to a father who was and is a die-hard Dallas Cowboy fan and a brother who excelled in just about any sport he tried but especially soccer and track/cross-country. I attempted to play sports but was not good at anything I tried. Therefore, I learned to enjoy while watching the football games with my dad and watching my little brother's exploits. In high school, I also played flute in the marching band. We sat on the very front row. So, you were either entirely bored the whole game or you learned to appreciate what was going on on the field.
In all my years watching sports, however, I have never enjoyed college sports. I attribute that to growing up in Texas which had numerous professional teams to root for and I did not attend a big Division 1 college. That all changed in November 1999 when we moved to Arkansas from Texas. I love living in Arkansas. It is beautiful here and you can get to six different states in just a few hours. But the thing I love most about Arkansas is my beloved Razorbacks of the University of Arkansas. You see, Arkansas has no professional sports teams and UA is the only large school in the state with teams that routinely do well. If you live here, you have to eat, sleep, live, breathe the Arkansas Razorbacks.
I am excited today because football season has arrived! My Razorbacks play tonight against Western Illinois, a game we are supposed to win, but sadly one that I will have to listen to on the radio, as there is no television coverage. I don't expect our team to do very well this year. It is a rebuilding year due to the fact that we lost several star players to graduation and the NFL (Darren McFadden and Felix Jones). We have a new coach this year as well. Bobby Petrino had wonderful success at Louisville and I expect him to duplicate that success in the next few years but this year there will be growing pains. But one thing my father taught me is not to be a fair weather fan. I will support my team thru thick and thin, wins or losses. If for no other reason than the fact that those young men are on that field every week giving it their all simply for the love of the game. That is one thing I have learned about college sports. While some of those young men will go on to riches and fame in the pros, most of them are out there because they want to be. They love the game. And for that reason, if for no other, they deserve my respect and my support.
Go Hogs!! Woo! Pig! Sooie!!
In all my years watching sports, however, I have never enjoyed college sports. I attribute that to growing up in Texas which had numerous professional teams to root for and I did not attend a big Division 1 college. That all changed in November 1999 when we moved to Arkansas from Texas. I love living in Arkansas. It is beautiful here and you can get to six different states in just a few hours. But the thing I love most about Arkansas is my beloved Razorbacks of the University of Arkansas. You see, Arkansas has no professional sports teams and UA is the only large school in the state with teams that routinely do well. If you live here, you have to eat, sleep, live, breathe the Arkansas Razorbacks.
I am excited today because football season has arrived! My Razorbacks play tonight against Western Illinois, a game we are supposed to win, but sadly one that I will have to listen to on the radio, as there is no television coverage. I don't expect our team to do very well this year. It is a rebuilding year due to the fact that we lost several star players to graduation and the NFL (Darren McFadden and Felix Jones). We have a new coach this year as well. Bobby Petrino had wonderful success at Louisville and I expect him to duplicate that success in the next few years but this year there will be growing pains. But one thing my father taught me is not to be a fair weather fan. I will support my team thru thick and thin, wins or losses. If for no other reason than the fact that those young men are on that field every week giving it their all simply for the love of the game. That is one thing I have learned about college sports. While some of those young men will go on to riches and fame in the pros, most of them are out there because they want to be. They love the game. And for that reason, if for no other, they deserve my respect and my support.
Go Hogs!! Woo! Pig! Sooie!!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Mother's Don't Get Sick Days
I've been a bit under the weather today. Some sort of stomach bug. So, needless to say I haven't done much of anything but lie around. It's kind of hard to be sick when you have a 3-year old who still needs so much attention (mainly to keep her out of trouble!). Thankfully, my husband, Blake was around most of the day and he was a HUGE help. He took on alot of my responsibilities today and allowed me to actually rest a little bit and take a semi-sick day. My 10 year old, Matthew, and 5 year old, Mackenzie ride the bus home from school so I didn't have to get out and get them. Blake has gone to pick up our oldest, Mariah and get me some medicine. God really knew what he was doing when He gave me this man. Blake always knows just what I need and is always ready to help out when necessary.
So, thankfully, the old saying that moms don't get sick days didn't really apply to me today. I was able to get some rest and do what I needed to take care of myself. Hopefully, I'll be up and around again in a day or two and will be able to take care of my family again. Until then, I'll just rest and be thankful for my wonderful husband. I know I tend to take him for granted sometimes but not today. I'll be sure and tell him how much I appreciate him.
So, thankfully, the old saying that moms don't get sick days didn't really apply to me today. I was able to get some rest and do what I needed to take care of myself. Hopefully, I'll be up and around again in a day or two and will be able to take care of my family again. Until then, I'll just rest and be thankful for my wonderful husband. I know I tend to take him for granted sometimes but not today. I'll be sure and tell him how much I appreciate him.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
A Day in the Life
Well, we have survived the first week of school. My oldest daughter began high school this year. I cannot believe that I am old enough to have a child in high school, but I guess I have to accept reality. My son began his last year of elementary school and my third child began kindergarten (sob!). I am left with only one at home. My baby, Marlee, is in the throws of potty training this week. She turned three in July and still is wearing pull-ups. She knows what she is supposed to do, but getting her to do it is another story. I decided to take advantage of our one-on-one time to give full attention to getting her potty-trained this week. Wish me luck!
I have to admit things are really quiet around the house with only one at home, but that is not a bad thing. No arguing, fighting, screaming, etc. etc. Marlee has the run of the place so there is no one to interfere with her world. I was a little anxious at first because I was afraid I would have to provide all the entertainment that her older sister has provided for the last few years. Aside from asking where everyone is several times a day, she seems content to play on her own with the occasional invitation for mom to join in.
I am trying to get back into a routine but that has been a little difficult with all the things that accompany the first few weeks of school...school supplies, paper work, getting a homework routine started. I fully expect things to settle in in the next week or two. Although I enjoyed the laid back laziness of the summer I know it's time to get my rear in gear again and take control of the clutter that is beginning to overtake my home. Any organizational ideas would be greatly appreciated!
I have to admit things are really quiet around the house with only one at home, but that is not a bad thing. No arguing, fighting, screaming, etc. etc. Marlee has the run of the place so there is no one to interfere with her world. I was a little anxious at first because I was afraid I would have to provide all the entertainment that her older sister has provided for the last few years. Aside from asking where everyone is several times a day, she seems content to play on her own with the occasional invitation for mom to join in.
I am trying to get back into a routine but that has been a little difficult with all the things that accompany the first few weeks of school...school supplies, paper work, getting a homework routine started. I fully expect things to settle in in the next week or two. Although I enjoyed the laid back laziness of the summer I know it's time to get my rear in gear again and take control of the clutter that is beginning to overtake my home. Any organizational ideas would be greatly appreciated!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Who Am I?
I am the mother of four wonderful children, 3 girls and 1 boy, and the very happy wife of 16 years to one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet. I admit I've never been much for writing but have been inspired of late, if for no other reason, as a way to vent about life and love, trials and tribulations and everything in between. I don't know if anyone will ever even read this, but as I said, it is an outlet for me to get it all out, so to speak.
I live in Arkansas and am a rabid Razorback fan. You can't help it if you live here. It's something in the water. I'm an unusual woman in that I LOVE sports. Football, Basketball, Soccer, you name it. I've been driving my family crazy the last two weeks with the Olympics. It's been on every night in my house, much to my family's chagrin. But come on, can you beat Michael Phelps? The man is a machine!!
Well, if you dare, come along for the ride and see where my rantings may take you!
I live in Arkansas and am a rabid Razorback fan. You can't help it if you live here. It's something in the water. I'm an unusual woman in that I LOVE sports. Football, Basketball, Soccer, you name it. I've been driving my family crazy the last two weeks with the Olympics. It's been on every night in my house, much to my family's chagrin. But come on, can you beat Michael Phelps? The man is a machine!!
Well, if you dare, come along for the ride and see where my rantings may take you!
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