Saturday, September 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Differences
I know my children are all different. But the differences between Maggie and Abbie are night and day. After asking Maggie, "How was school?" or "What did you do today?" you get the minimal answer. Ask the same question of Abbie...
Today I was informed the letter of the day was "H" and the word "shut" should be spelled with an "o" instead of a "u". There was also some comments about playing with a house at choice time and then playing something else when someone wanted the house she was playing with. She also detailed how many minutes she played at each station and the entire contents of her hot lunch... including condiments and spork. She also informed me how she ate said lunch and which condiments she used and blended to make it taste good.
Today I was informed the letter of the day was "H" and the word "shut" should be spelled with an "o" instead of a "u". There was also some comments about playing with a house at choice time and then playing something else when someone wanted the house she was playing with. She also detailed how many minutes she played at each station and the entire contents of her hot lunch... including condiments and spork. She also informed me how she ate said lunch and which condiments she used and blended to make it taste good.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Anniversary
Happy Anniversary!!!
Ok... maybe not. I am awake on September 7th at 2 am because this is when I watched my house burn down. Ok... maybe it wasn't MY house. But it was the closest thing I had to a home at the time.
The word "Insurance" makes me want to vomit. They drag their feet and we struggle. They want to stop paying for our rent... they withhold information about extra available money. I hate them. Unfortunately this is a company designed to work with churches... so they have policies in place to give churches the minimum amount possible? I try to remind myself to pray for them... so far it isn't working.
I try to remind myself that we just lost "things" that have no real worth. But the sentimental loss is still devastating. I will never show my girls my wedding dress. I will never again hold the teddy bear my mom purchased when she found out she was pregnant. The last quilt my great-grandma made (Out of her own dresses from the 50's) can never be replaced. The crib I placed my 3 oldest babies in is gone. My emotional security is gone.
We live in constant fear. Electrical issues, smoke, alarms, fire engines, sirens... they send us into a panic attack. Will I ever feel safe?
Even if we are able to rebuild, I doubt I would ever be able to live there. The constant fear and mourning would be too much.
Most days I wish we could go... but God has determined otherwise. Anyone stating that my relationship with God must be lacking will be harmed! If I didn't trust God has a purpose for this mess... I wouldn't be here. With my altered state... I wonder if I am really here.
I hope that someday Maggie and Abbie forget about "The house with the stairs" because they regularly state that they miss it. They remember the toys that they lost. They remember not having shoes to go to school. It just reminds me how hard it has been... not just over the last year, but since we followed God's call to come here. It has been 3 years 3 months since we took this call and we have been constantly tested.
Please pray for us, because I am sure that these trials aren't over.
Ok... maybe not. I am awake on September 7th at 2 am because this is when I watched my house burn down. Ok... maybe it wasn't MY house. But it was the closest thing I had to a home at the time.
The word "Insurance" makes me want to vomit. They drag their feet and we struggle. They want to stop paying for our rent... they withhold information about extra available money. I hate them. Unfortunately this is a company designed to work with churches... so they have policies in place to give churches the minimum amount possible? I try to remind myself to pray for them... so far it isn't working.
I try to remind myself that we just lost "things" that have no real worth. But the sentimental loss is still devastating. I will never show my girls my wedding dress. I will never again hold the teddy bear my mom purchased when she found out she was pregnant. The last quilt my great-grandma made (Out of her own dresses from the 50's) can never be replaced. The crib I placed my 3 oldest babies in is gone. My emotional security is gone.
We live in constant fear. Electrical issues, smoke, alarms, fire engines, sirens... they send us into a panic attack. Will I ever feel safe?
Even if we are able to rebuild, I doubt I would ever be able to live there. The constant fear and mourning would be too much.
Most days I wish we could go... but God has determined otherwise. Anyone stating that my relationship with God must be lacking will be harmed! If I didn't trust God has a purpose for this mess... I wouldn't be here. With my altered state... I wonder if I am really here.
I hope that someday Maggie and Abbie forget about "The house with the stairs" because they regularly state that they miss it. They remember the toys that they lost. They remember not having shoes to go to school. It just reminds me how hard it has been... not just over the last year, but since we followed God's call to come here. It has been 3 years 3 months since we took this call and we have been constantly tested.
Please pray for us, because I am sure that these trials aren't over.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
The world is ending... but it has a great story!
Story
At least the first thought was, "We thought a big white sheet had been spread, so we decided to come and see for ourselves. We thought that it was Jesus who had come back,"
Antique
What defines an Antique? Is it something really old? What defines old?
In this town, Antique includes the 60's. When generations are less than 20 years apart, you have your grandma's "antique" furniture from the 60's... and you even call it an antique. I am thinking this is a unique cultural phenomenon.
In this town, Antique includes the 60's. When generations are less than 20 years apart, you have your grandma's "antique" furniture from the 60's... and you even call it an antique. I am thinking this is a unique cultural phenomenon.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
John's Update
John is now 17+ pounds. He is scooting all over and has his first tooth. I just love this hat! It is 63 degrees in the house this morning!
First Day of School!
Here are Maggie's and Abbie's pictures... Abbie is doing well as long as we skip the 120 kid assembly for announcements and the pledge. Apparently that is very scary!
Monday, September 01, 2008
Smash up 20 years apart!
These songs are over 20 years apart... Still SO AMAZING
DOWN LOAD THE mp3 AT:
http://www.mediafire.com/?dyy1ezjmyzy
DOWN LOAD THE mp3 AT:
http://www.mediafire.com/?dyy1ezjmyzy
Labor Day
Just a post that is going around today... I am going to play the game!
How long were your labors?
Kid #1, 12 hours.
Kid #2, 4 hours
Kid #3, 3 hours.
Kid #4, 2 hours.
How did you know you were in labor?
Kid #1, water breaking.
Kid #2, water breaking.
Kid #3, contractions all day
Kid #4, Woke from a nap with mind numbing pain!
Where did you deliver?
Kid 1+2 Hospital
Kid 3+4 Home
Drugs?
Kid 1 yes.
Kids 2,3,4 no.
C-section?
No
Who delivered?
Kid #1 Midwife
Kid #2 Dr.
Kid #3+4 Jason
Vacation from people
I would like a Vacation!
From People!
As a pastor's wife, I am constantly used and lied to.
I know this sounds depressing...
Just picture me laughing maniacally.
(Wow, I didn't know that maniacally was spelled with two L's)
From People!
As a pastor's wife, I am constantly used and lied to.
I know this sounds depressing...
Just picture me laughing maniacally.
(Wow, I didn't know that maniacally was spelled with two L's)
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