Today was one of those days that could be marked as a great day. We had a lovely baby bash for one of the gals at church. It was a super hero theme. So much fun! I would definitely say it was one of the best baby showers I have ever attended.
It was good to forget for a few minutes how sad parts of this country are right now. It breaks my heart of the the distrust and hatred that floods the cities tonight. I have to remind myself that I am in the world but not of it. It is so hard for me to understand the revenge mentality that will kill someone because they have the same profession as someone else. I am all about justice, but targeting people who actually may be someone who cares and protects your family, I don't understand. Here is where I have to remind myself that my mentality comes from Christ. I cannot expect someone who doesn't believe the way I do to have the same mentality I do.
We live in a fallen world. A world where self is center. It breaks my heart thinking about the world when my children are grown. The spiral of downward morality will only get worse. It makes me sick thinking about it.
Thinking about this brings my thoughts back to the children of Isreal who were in bondage and asked how long will our suffering be. Don't get me wrong. I am not saying we are struggling like Isreal. Just referring to the feeling of desperation.
Then I think about Lot's family. The time is coming and I don't want to be Lot's wife looking back. I need to keep my mind clean from the hatred, immorality, self centeredness, and sin that is just "normal" in our society. Right now I live a pretty safe life with the Christian friends and family that surround me. I don't have to worry about wild parties with regrets or secrets. But what happens when we move? I pray I can be strong and can keep my eyes on Christ. I don't want to be Lot's wife longing for the riches and prestige of Sodom.
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
Chocolate hearts...
This time of year my will power over chocolate goes out the window. All the lovely chocolates out there just sitting there in their shiny packages. Not fair.
I am overweight. The baby weight I had with my son has now tripled. Most of it is because I eat for comfort. Quantity is my problem. I have cut back in portions...a little, but not enough. Food should not be my source of comfort. I can enjoy a piece of chocolate and it won't bother my weight, but I don't do that. In fact, I just ate two pieces since I sat down. It's an addiction. Addictions are controlling.
I need to break from this addiction. So here is the battle plan.
1. For every piece of chocolate I eat, I must drink ten ounces of unscheduled water.
2. I will allow myself to enjoy a piece of sweets a day. NOT BINGE, but enjoy ONE piece.
3. I will work at praying or singing when the strong feelings of a binge come on.
4. I will pray continually for self control in the area of food.
I hope verbalizing these will help me keep on track. Not only does candy add extra weight, caffeine in chocolate affects my Meniere's.
Please keep me in your thoughts.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
So it has been a while since I have posted. Let's see...
I now have two littles. Jim is two and a half. Flara is four. Both were difficult labor and deliveries. It got scary fast when Jim got stuck and they had to do an emergency C-section. We survived.
Now we are near my mom while my husband is overseas. Grandma is wonderful to have around.
Since it has been a while, I will not overload you with a long writing. We will catch up here in the next few weeks.
I now have two littles. Jim is two and a half. Flara is four. Both were difficult labor and deliveries. It got scary fast when Jim got stuck and they had to do an emergency C-section. We survived.
Now we are near my mom while my husband is overseas. Grandma is wonderful to have around.
Since it has been a while, I will not overload you with a long writing. We will catch up here in the next few weeks.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
New year
The old year is up...
When I think about all that happened last year, I can't believe I survived. Here are some highlights.
*Taught fourth grade.
*Went to Iowa for spring break and another trip this summer.
*Husband came home on leave from Iraq.
*Went to Georgia to see family.
*Found out I was pregnant (see above about leave).
*Got the sewing bug and have lost count on what I have sewed.
*Said farewell to the HP epic tale (not permanently, just no new).
*Husband came home from Iraq.
This is just a tip of the iceberg. I have pregnancy brain so there is probably a lot more important events that I am forgetting.
I do not look back at 2011 with regret. I accomplished much personally. Don't get me wrong. I haven't become who I want to be yet, but am making strides. I want to be a better listener to my husband. That is one major goal for 2012. He is a man of words where I am one who only uses the words necessary to get point across. Opposites do attract but I can be better at listening.
I want to get back into running. I was training for a half marathon when I got pregnant. I look at my legs now and want to cry. They are water retaining, not pavement pounding legs. I want to run at least one half marathon this year.
I want to read one non fiction book. I hate non-fiction, but my husband reads them. I think I will pick one on food of the sixteenth century, or something like that. Food...it is time for my morning snack.
As we have some major life changes coming up, I want to be strong for my family and my self. I want to cling to my husband and never let go. Bring it on, 2012!
When I think about all that happened last year, I can't believe I survived. Here are some highlights.
*Taught fourth grade.
*Went to Iowa for spring break and another trip this summer.
*Husband came home on leave from Iraq.
*Went to Georgia to see family.
*Found out I was pregnant (see above about leave).
*Got the sewing bug and have lost count on what I have sewed.
*Said farewell to the HP epic tale (not permanently, just no new).
*Husband came home from Iraq.
(Taking my husband back to airport after leave) Photo by Liz Kliewer
This is just a tip of the iceberg. I have pregnancy brain so there is probably a lot more important events that I am forgetting.
I do not look back at 2011 with regret. I accomplished much personally. Don't get me wrong. I haven't become who I want to be yet, but am making strides. I want to be a better listener to my husband. That is one major goal for 2012. He is a man of words where I am one who only uses the words necessary to get point across. Opposites do attract but I can be better at listening.
I want to get back into running. I was training for a half marathon when I got pregnant. I look at my legs now and want to cry. They are water retaining, not pavement pounding legs. I want to run at least one half marathon this year.
I want to read one non fiction book. I hate non-fiction, but my husband reads them. I think I will pick one on food of the sixteenth century, or something like that. Food...it is time for my morning snack.
As we have some major life changes coming up, I want to be strong for my family and my self. I want to cling to my husband and never let go. Bring it on, 2012!
Photo by Glimpses (Jackie Williams)
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Sweet Aunt Cherry
Yesterday morning my sleep was interupted by my mom saying my aunt had gone on to Jesus. Since I had been awaken from a deep sleep, it really didn't sink in.
I had time to think about it once I really woke up. This was an aun that as I child I thought was one of the most beautiful ladies in the world. She was always dressed nicely and cooked some amazing food. One thing about her...she collected salt and pepper shakers. I loved standing in the kitchen, looking at the shelves of set of shakers. One of the last gifts I gave her in person was a cartoon character set.
The last few years have been difficult for my uncle. My aunt had a disease that affected her body but not her brain. Towards the end, she was trapped in her own body.
One thing I really, really respect of my uncle is that even after he couldn't take care of her at home, he was always at the care home every day. He took care of what he could do. So many people dump off relatives and expect everything to be taken care of. Not my uncle. He was there making sure she was cared for, he talked to her, fed her. If that is not what "in sickness and in health" is, I don't know what it is.
Thanksgiving and Christmas were always so much fun at their house. Some of my most treasured memories as a child on furlough were at their house. The earliest memory of watching the Macy's parade was on their monster tv. I learned how to roller skate on their back patio.
This year for Christmas, my aunt will be with the true meaning of Christmas. I wonder if she will hear angels recount the events of that night so long ago. It kind of makes me jealous.
So Aunt Cherry, I know you will have a Merry Christmas. I pray that those of us left behind will too.
I had time to think about it once I really woke up. This was an aun that as I child I thought was one of the most beautiful ladies in the world. She was always dressed nicely and cooked some amazing food. One thing about her...she collected salt and pepper shakers. I loved standing in the kitchen, looking at the shelves of set of shakers. One of the last gifts I gave her in person was a cartoon character set.
The last few years have been difficult for my uncle. My aunt had a disease that affected her body but not her brain. Towards the end, she was trapped in her own body.
One thing I really, really respect of my uncle is that even after he couldn't take care of her at home, he was always at the care home every day. He took care of what he could do. So many people dump off relatives and expect everything to be taken care of. Not my uncle. He was there making sure she was cared for, he talked to her, fed her. If that is not what "in sickness and in health" is, I don't know what it is.
Thanksgiving and Christmas were always so much fun at their house. Some of my most treasured memories as a child on furlough were at their house. The earliest memory of watching the Macy's parade was on their monster tv. I learned how to roller skate on their back patio.
This year for Christmas, my aunt will be with the true meaning of Christmas. I wonder if she will hear angels recount the events of that night so long ago. It kind of makes me jealous.
So Aunt Cherry, I know you will have a Merry Christmas. I pray that those of us left behind will too.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Change...soon to be diapers
I am switching things around, including my email and blog. So if this is not your first time reading a blog from me, thanks for coming to the dark side with me. If this is your first time, thanks for joining us in the dark side.
Today marks the beginning of the end of my pregnancy. I entered my third trimester. I do not enjoy being pregnant and am counting down the next eighty-something days.
Having a baby made me realize how much items are over-priced in the stores. I decided to start making some of my own. So far here is what I have made...
3 baby slings
2 changing pads
a bird mobile
a banner for nursery
burp clothes
a nursing cover
nursing pads
I have also started a quilt. I have it pieced. I just need to start hand-quilting it. I am saving that for next month when I have a feeling I wont want to get out and do much.
I am searching for a pattern for a diaper bag that I like. There are hundreds of patterns out there. Just haven't found one that I want to make yet. If you have suggestions, feel free to pass them on.
Today marks the beginning of the end of my pregnancy. I entered my third trimester. I do not enjoy being pregnant and am counting down the next eighty-something days.
Having a baby made me realize how much items are over-priced in the stores. I decided to start making some of my own. So far here is what I have made...
3 baby slings
2 changing pads
a bird mobile
a banner for nursery
burp clothes
a nursing cover
nursing pads
I have also started a quilt. I have it pieced. I just need to start hand-quilting it. I am saving that for next month when I have a feeling I wont want to get out and do much.
I am searching for a pattern for a diaper bag that I like. There are hundreds of patterns out there. Just haven't found one that I want to make yet. If you have suggestions, feel free to pass them on.
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