God's Word for Today

Sunday, May 31, 2009

The word for the week: Sacrifice

Yesterday I sent the hubs off on his yearly mission trip to Mexico. This would have been the DD second trip into the mission field but the recovery process has left her on the side lines for this trip.

Instead of having the week to myself and reveling in my freedom and indulging my every whim (sorta) I am now spending the week tending to the needs of my 14 year old DD. On a personal note I will say that over the course of our time in the hospital and also here at home I have found myself in the position of having to help my DD with things that I have not helped her with since she was a very little girl. It has been a unique bonding situation for both of us.

Feeding her apple sauce as she laid in bed at the hospital, helping her wash her hair for the first time once we got home, helping her get dressed, tying her shoes, walking beside her so she would not fall and helping her up a small flight of steps. Let me also say that the flash backs to the very early days of motherhood are very realistic as I receive a call out in the night at around 12:30 am and then again at 2:45 am for either a dose of pain medication or the need to move from one side to the other. All these things so take me back to all the responsibilities I had when I was caring for my little ones.

So responsible and sacrifice are the words of the day.

This morning several things have been bouncing around in my mind. One of them is how I overcome the feelings of resentment when faced with having to do things I really do not want to do especially when I am simply being down right juvenile.

I set here rubbing a blister on my finger received from the exuberance and energy of our new puppy. I have over the last few days been forced to assume the role that the DD and DH had in walking the puppy, something I really do not want to do (let me reiterate “I really do not what to do this, no really…last thing on my list of fun things to do!!!!)

So this morning as I was putting on my shoes and grumbling all the while about having to endure another session of:

“Buster! Heal!”

give a good jerk on the lead.

Buster slows for a millisecond.

Buster runs ahead.

“Buster! Heal!”

give a good jerk on the lead.

Buster slows for a millisecond

Buster runs ahead again and again and again…

This is why I have a nice big fat blister on my finger!!!!!

My patience is beginning to feel a bit stretched, but you see it simply is not the poor puppies fault. I want it to be his fault but being a grown up (I hate it when I have to be a grown up!) I know that he is just being a puppy and it is our responsibility to train him in the behaviors we want to see in him. Cesar Millan makes it look so easy, The Dog Whisperer I’m not, he gets the corrected behaviors he seeks in the span of a 30 minute television show, real life takes a bit longer. I suspect that Cesar has some doggie DNA intermixed with his own genetic material. It is maddening to see him in a matter of second get a dog to alter his behavior right before my very eyes.

But I digress, it really isn’t about my frustration it’s about parental responsibility, this week for me is going to be about sacrifice, I was so looking forward to having this week all to myself again. However instead of indulging my need for solitude, catching up on my DVD’s, reading a good book, doing some much needed editing on my WIP, I will be walking the dog, tying shoes, washing hair and monitoring pain meds.

On a bright note there has been time in between doggie walks and hair washing to read a bit, I was able to finish reading "The Magician Nephew" in the hospital and I just finished “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe” which was wonderful and I look forward to starting “The Horse and His Boy” sometime today so all is not lost.

We also have a long list of teenage friendly movies lined up on our Netflix queue so this will have to suffice in getting my DVD fix in.

The word sacrifice is user 157 times in the NIV bible, Jesus is our ultimate example of what sacrificial living is all about, over this next week I will be getting a real glimpse into sacrificial behavior weather I like it or not!

WOW! It makes me sit up a bit straighter when I think of my attitude over the last few days, forgive me Lord for my begrudging attitude as I walked our sweet puppy. Let me have a better attitude and really understand the true meaning of a sacrificial free will offering.

PS 54:6 I will sacrifice a freewill offering to you;

I will praise your name, O LORD,

for it is good.

Fast forward a few minutes.....my how things can change so rapidly......

Having stepped away from the ol' laptop for a short potty break I was interrupter by my sweet DD voice clearly ringing out... “Mom, the dog just threw up!” so now I have to close this post to go clean up a big old steaming pile of dog vomit!

My good attitude has just vanished, pray that it will return quickly!!!!!!

Y’all are so wanting to be me right now I can tell.

Blessings (can y’all hear my teeth grinding, my neck tightening up and my eyes narrowing into slits as I gaze upon his precious sweet little face)


Friday, May 29, 2009

Like mother like daughter only in reverse…

Question of the day...

Take one bored teenager in recovery after major surgery and a one mom trying to find anything to distract said bored teenager and what do you get?

Matching “Electric Blue” and “Shimmering Lilac” nail polish. Please pay special attention to the retainers sitting on the kitchen table. 



Thanks for Sharing this Sassy, it is so important to keep praying for our country!

I love Sassy Granny and in her post from yesterday she highlighted a story from FOX News that will and should  set all believers in Christ to persistent prayer for the protection of our freedoms and for the direction this county is going in. 

Y'all check this out!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Rainman here....De de de de finitely time to learn how to spell definitely!!

Definitely does not equal defiantly, well at least I was consitant. 

Copied from my previous post: 

The surgery and hospital experience were defiantly a first for me. I have been in the hospital numerous times but this was the first time experiencing it from a parental point of view. It defiantly changes your perspective a bit when the focus shifts from yourself to your child.

I can
defiantly say that Scottish Rite Children’s Hospital is the place to be if your child is experiencing any kind of medical issue. The entire hospital stay was handle with compassion and everyone there (with the exception of one or two nurses and technician who were problematic) really understood the unique situation in dealing with concerned parents and sick children.

Skoots1mom loving (and laughing all the while) pointed out to me my less than stellar spelling aptitude in my previous post. 


Robin A.K.A the person who never entered or won a spelling bee in her life!

Wordless Wednesday - A little break outside!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

A New Normal...

I am not sure I even know where to start. So much has happen over the last two weeks with the DD surgery and hospitalization and now were are at home and learning about a new normal.

The surgery and hospital experience were defiantly a first for me. I have been in the hospital numerous times but this was the first time experiencing it from a parental point of view. It defiantly changes your perspective a bit when the focus shifts from yourself to your child.

I can defiantly say that Scottish Rite Children’s Hospital is the place to be if your child is experiencing any kind of medical issue. The entire hospital stay was handle with compassion and everyone there (with the exception of one or two nurses and technician who were problematic) really understood the unique situation in dealing with concerned parents and sick children.

We had an endless supply of DVD’s at our disposal and for the most part the nurses were very responsive and timely in dealing with the unpleasant bumps the DD experienced.

I think what touched me the most were the very small babies and toddlers. Every time I would hear a cry of pain ring out at various times as a shot or an upsetting “something” was happened it just broke my heart, first for the parent who had to watch as something painful happened to there child and then second for the child who did not understand why “whatever” was causing them pain was happening.

I would just close my eyes and say a prayer for the easing of pain for whatever situation was taking place at the time. I would also lift up a prayer for thanksgiving that my DD is old enough to understand that some things are necessary even if they are uncomfortable and that the discomforted will eventually lessen.

That is not to say that the moments of unpleasantness haven’t been met with some frustration, she is a teenager after all and I have had to take a deep breath on many occasions and just gently guide her through her moments until they are over. Back spasms are a very painful thing and I am thankful for the muscle relaxers we have on hand.

I will have to say that the hospital stay wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as I had anticipated. The DD room was set up so that a parent could stay with the child, in fact it is encouraged that the parent stay for the entire hospital stay.

I was skeptical when I first saw the sleeping arrangements but however I am glad to report that it was not as uncomfortable as I thought upon first looking at it.

So here is a picture of my tight sleeping quarters, It was a futon sort of contraption that folded up into a sofa and then flopped back out into a bed for sleeping.

I was also extremely thankful for the Wi-Fi access the hospital provided. It was amazing at how this small convenience made me feel less isolated and able to connect with the outside world even if it just meant checking my emails or being able to pass on updates or seeing all the new comments on the DD Care Page.

So here is a picture of command central for my hospital vigil.

My link to the outside world.

I was able to watch the occasional DVD while the DD slept and I even was able to visit blog or two.

So we are home and adjusting to a new normal.

For all my wonderful followers I have to give all of you a huge thank you for hanging in there with me through all of this.

I promise not to obsessively report every small bump in the road where the DD is concerned and to get back to my normal life observations for the old blogosphere.

So as a parting gift I am going to post the before and after pictures of the x-rays.

If you would like to see them you can scroll down a bit.

If you are of the faint of heart feel free to move on to your next daily blog fix!

Thanks for hanging in there with me!!!!!


This is the initial X-Ray taken in January.

At the time of surgery the curvature had increased by more that 10% from this x-ray.

This is the x-ray they took just after the surgery! I'm no expert but this looks pretty darn streight. The orthopedic surgeon thinks he was able to get the amount of curve back into the teens or even the single digits.

From a layman perspective it look like he achieved his goals.

Thank You Jesus for medical technology and the skilled hand of the surgeon and everyone else how cared for my DD.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

We’re going hooooommmmmeeee!

If all goes well w should hit the home front in a few hours. I am not sure what the time table is ortall than needs to happen but they are releasing the DD today.


I have to tell you, after six days in the hospital I for one and ready for my own bed, my own shower, my own food, my own coffee, my own everything.


I long to sleep in a room and know that no one will tap on our door at 2:00 in the morning to ask the DD to wiggle her toes or check her temperature.


We anticipate a difficult few weeks as she adjusts to a new normal. She will have to learn how to compensate for the difference in her back as well as re-learning how to do specific things.


For the first few days (maybe longer) I will have to set the alarm thru the night to administer medication to help with her pain level but that is completely manageable.


We have gotten into the zone as far as working together to get her out of bed and to the potty and back in again. Basically she can achieve most of this all on her own, I am just the steady hand of support. 

She is a ROCK STAR y’all at how well she had met this difficult challenge.


Once home I hope to have a bit more time to put together a few post and visit all my favorite bloggy friends.


I am so ready to be at home!




Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Still at the hospital, but things are going very well!

Hey y'all!

Just checking in briefly, things are progressing well with the DD recovery. She has a visit with PT this morning and they plan to get her out of bed, a major step in the recovery process!!!

I am thankful for wonderful nurses and the good coffee in the family hospitality room that is just down the hall.

If you would like to check on the DD progress you can follow the link at the bottom of this previous post

Y'all keep praying (and I know that y'all are) for a swift recovery!


Wordless Wednesday - Buster 101 - How to Relax

Monday, May 18, 2009

Please continu to pray...Out of surgery

The DD is out of surgery and sleeping. The will continue to move her from side to side which is not a pleasant experience. Please pray for her endurance and her obedience to do what the nurses and doctors say is best.

Please Pray!!!! The day is here! We are at the hospital

4:30 came very early this morning, but we are at the hospital.

Please be in prayer for all the doctors, surgical nurses and staff who will be attending my DD today.

The procedure (Posterior Spinal Fusion began about an hour ago (at about 8:30ish) they anticipate it taking about 4 to 6 hours.
I will keep you updated when time permits.


Saturday, May 16, 2009

Check it out!! A Blog Contest!!

Becky at Adult Deprived is having a 200th post give away. Check it out and toss your name in the hat. She is trying to get 200 comments in honor of her 200th post. Lets help her out.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Line em up or toss em in???

Well we are down to the last few days before the DD surgery. I have been making my mental lists of things that I need to do prior to setting off for the hospital as well as getting things in order here at the house. 

I had an interesting moment in the closet the other day.

I was doing the annual seasonal shifting. It was way past time to move all my sweaters and winter clothing to the spare closet. 

I was standing in the doorway looking at my side of the closet.

This is my side of the closet...
(edit: when I look at this picture I notice that nearly all of my shoes are black, this tells me two things. One: I am extremely fashion challenged. Two: I have an extreme aversion to shopping and black shoes will almost all the time go with everything.)

Then I turn and looked at the DH side of the closet and I had to laugh. 

This is the DH side of the closet...

For the first few years of my marriage the DH's rather fastidious tendencies toward neatness was a major bone of contention (still is sometimes). Over the years I have come to love the fact that all his shoes line up side by side on the floor of our closet. 

As I set about transferring all my winter sweaters and other cold weather clothing from point A to point B I had what can only be describe as a "Joan Crawford" moment.


began to run through my brain. 

After it was all said and done there was a collection of wire hangers in a tangled heap on the bathroom floor and all my cloths were neatly hung, not organized according to sleeve length and color like the DH side, but at least they were all on nice white plastic hangers.

Now I know that y'all are riveted at the state of my closet and I promise that the only person I traumatized with my wire hanger tirade was quite possibly the dog. He thought it was great fun chasing after the hangers as they came sailing out of the closet. 

My Joan Crawford moment aside, there is a reason for my momentary laps into organization. 

In an effort to be proactive and to lay the foundation for an additional 27 years of marital bliss I figure that when I ask the DH to bring me my... from the bedroom closet on his next trip up to the hospital it had best be where he can find it or I might wind up with the ratty shoes reserved for digging in the garden and the hideous blue seersucker shirt dress that is reserved for those dire moments when nothing else is clean. 

Over the years we have leaned to balance our strengths and weaknesses against each other. 

To his credit he compassionately overlooks the sate of my side of the closet and continues to line up his shoes in nice neat rows and hang his shirt according to color and sleeve length and me, well I just toss em in!

This may be my last post for at least a few days, as I said in my previous post, I covet your prayer for all of us as we make preparations for the DD surgery on Monday, I'll check in when I can.


Monday, May 11, 2009

Just so ya know….Adolescent Idiopathic Scoliosis = Posterior Spinal Fusion

You may have noticed the absence of my posting and the absence of my commenting. It isn’t because of a lack of interest, I simple have been totally wrapped up in the overwhelming process you face when you get ready for a beloved child to face a major surgery.


The DD was diagnosed with Adolescent Idiopathic Scoliosis in January of this past year. Her surgery is in a few days and I find myself in the midst of unfamiliar territory. I have had numerous surgical procedures in my lifetime, however none of these procedures has impacted me the way this has.


As a mother and I know I am preaching to the choir for the most part, but the idea of something this major, this complicated and this intensive being done to my DD is frightening (even thought it is necessary) it still doesn’t not make it any less overwhelming.


I have spent the last few days scouring my bible for all my favorite verses so that I may wrap myself in the word and use that as ammunition for when those moments of fear wash over me.


I have to be very honest and share that when I look into her sweet beautiful face ( I have to brag a bit and say she now looks like a super model with her new smile) I want to put my back on the operating table and take all the implants, screws, rods and stitches for her, but I know that all I can do is pray, wait and make all the necessary preparations.


Now I know that when I say “all I can do is pray” I recognize what a huge understatement that really is. I know that the most powerful and important thing that I can do for my child is to continually cover her in prayer.


The surgery will be long (for me) and the time in the hospital will be difficult I am sure and the recovery time will have it’s ups and downs as most recovery does.


I share all of this to let you know that I am not gone forever but simple otherwise occupied with important motherly duties and concers.


I will post when I can and in my down times at the hospital I will try to visit a blog or two.


So keep me in your blogroll and I’ll be back soon.


If you would like to check in on the DD recovery you can click here.


I have established a CarePage for her so that her friends, family and church family can keep up with what is going on. To set up an account with CarePages is a simple matter of registering your email user name and a password and you will receive email notices if you choose with my posted updates on the DD progress.




Friday, May 8, 2009

A really long day!!!!

Step 1: Get up at 5:45 AM.

Step 2: Send an email that I forgot to do the night before.

Step 3: Leave the house at 6:35 AM.

Step 4: Stop for a Chicken Biscuit (meal one in the car)

Step 5: Get on the express way travel to Hospital.

Step 6: Arrive at Hospital at 7:50 AM.

Step 7: Check in at Patient Registration at 8:00 AM. I am 30 minutes early. I was supposed to be there at 8:30

Step 8: Fill out multiple forms, sign my life away, check and re-check social security numbers, birthdays, and every other aspect of our lives.

Step 9: Wait for a really long time while the hospital patient coordinator figures out their new software, as today was the very first day they began to use it.

Step 10: We move to the “waiting room” and wait for about an hour.

Step 11: CT Scan at 9:35 AM (it was schedule for 9:00). Now they told me on the phone that the CT scan would take 45 minutes so as I am walking back I tell the technician that I need to call up to day surgery to let them know that we will be late for out 10:00 AM pre operative appointment.

Step 12: Technician looks at me and exclaims “What!! A CT only takes about 10 minutes!”

Step 13: Put on really attractive shinny blue lead x-ray apron and wait for my DD to put on a hospital gown.

Step 14: DD finally has CT Scan, which really only took about 10 minutes.

Step 15: Technician escorts us up to the surgical reception area and arrive at nearly 9:55 AM.

Step 16: Fill out more forms, sign more forms, I am wondering what happened with the electronic (supposedly paperless) filing system they are breaking in. My stack of carbon copies is growing by the minute.

Step 17: Sit down with second Patient Coordinator and again experience delays as she is learning how to maneuver the new software system. I count at least six different individuals that were all consulted as to which screen they needed to click on and which box they needed to check as well as which account number they need to link to which file and how to get it to send the necessary document to the printer. It then took the same additional six people to figure out how to print these documents (for the paperless system) for me to sigh again.

Step 18: Move back to waiting room again.

Step 19: Wait for about one hour.

Step 20: 11:00 AM, have consultation with an Anesthesia P.A. More questions, more answers. The DD keeps referring to anesthesia as “the amnesia” but then it is sort like amnesia….

Step 21: Nurse escorts us to the lab.

Step 22: Arrive at the lab at 11:30

Step 23: Sit in lab with about 15 other families all waiting for some kind of test. In the hour we were in the very small lab waiting room I saw a woman come in wearing what can only be describes as Herman Munster black platform open toed shoes. She had a black Goth thing going on as her hair was jet black and erratically styled as well as a few well placed tattoos and black leather studded belt and black t-shirt. Her daughter was similarly dress as she had small toddler Herman Munster shoes these were off set and softened a bit with white ruffled socks, a black puffy crinoline type skit with a pink top. I observed another rather countrified woman who appeared to be in her pajamas with her three children who for some reason were all bare footed.

Step 24: We decline the numbing cream as this would take an additional 30 minutes to take affect and having been at the hospital since 7:50 AM we both decided that the DD would just suck it up for the brief moment of pain in a tiny stick in the arm.

Step 25: I quietly lean over and instruct my DD to not touch anything as the room was full of small children that we all either drooling or gnawing on the arms of chairs or tossing their bottle around the room. My mind was a wash with images of bacteria growing on every flat surface. I nearly panicked when one toddle tossed his bottle across the room and nearly missed a bull’s-eye face full of bacteria laden formal.

Step 26: I was totally freaking out when I thought of all the various unpleasant thing that are covering the bottoms of the six bare feet that are streaming in and out of the lab waiting room.

Step 27: Get up again and dose my hands and the DD hands with a generous helping of hand sanitizer.

Step 28: Finally get escorted back to a small room where a lab technician administers the necessary swabbing and sticking and she draws about 4 small vials of blood all the while we get to listen to a small child who apparently was having an internal organs removed through his nostrils as he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Step 29: We get a neon orange band aide for her minor boo boo and as we exit the room we slather up with more hand sanitizer and quickly head for the parking deck.

Step 30: Pay $4.00 for parking and calculate that I have been at the hospital since 7:50 AM and I am pulling out of the parking deck at 12:40 PM so we have been at the hospital about five hours. Yea for us.

Step 31: Find the nearest gas station as I was running on fumes and was in danger of being stranded in unfamiliar territory.

Step 32: Make a wrong turn and then have to back track to find the expressway.

Step 33: Get so absorbed and excited that I have finally found the sign to the expressway that I ran a red light.

Step 34: Get back on the expressway at 1:15 PM.

Step 35: Finally back in familiar surroundings we stop for our second meal in the car and drive thru for a burger at 1:40 PM

Step 36: Arrive at third appointment of the day. The orthodontist at 1:50 PM

Step 37: Pay way to much for two small plastic appliances that will reside in my DD mouth.

Step 38: See the exuberance on my DD face as she joyfully shows off her perfect brand new smile sans braces!

Step 39: Leave the orthodontist at 2:45 PM and drive home.

Step 40: Put my car in reverse and breath a sigh of relief that the day is nearly over and suddenly I find that my car has unexplainable made a be line for the nearest Dairy Queen for a well deserved ice cream cone.

So that was my day.

Day one in our journey towards my daughter’s surgery in a few days. I have to share with you that the one who I will not name has been jumping on me from moment to moment waves of fear wash over me and I begin to run my storehouse of god’s promises through my brain. I fill my thoughts with God’s word and I keep them looping in my brain until the fearful thought are pushed out.

The babies I saw made me wonder what was wrong with each one. The children in wheel chairs, the thin pale children in the chemo caps, the small children with tears streaming down there faces recovering from what ever stick or painful poke they had just experienced. It was a sobering experience and my heart broke for each mother as I watched them cradle there tiny babies into to what ever test or procedure they were there for.

I am ever so thankful that my DD is of an age that she can fully comprehend (as well as she can) what is about to happen. She knows that the tiny stick will only last a few short seconds and she understands why it is being done. She understands that there are some things that about this upcoming surgery will in fact be painful.

As a mother I have to tell you I was so proud of how my DD met each new thing today. She never once complained about how long it took. She never whined about being bored, well maybe once, she never gawked at the children with very obvious disabilities, she would just smile at them and then turn her page and continue reading.

She was amazing today and I know she will meet the coming challenges with the same peace and patience.

Y’all she is just too totally happy with her new smile!

Thank you Jesus that we got to end a very long trying day on a positive note.



Thursday, May 7, 2009


I am not sure I even know where to start. 

There are times when things run smoothly, like a well oiled time piece, the precision and the accuracy are a thing of beauty. The graceful sweeping motion of the second hand as it makes its revolution around the dial marking each minute one after the other. 

There is comfort in the unchanging things like the passage of time the rising and the setting of the sun, the constants of life. 

But what do you do when the constants of life seem to be out of sync? What do you do when life seems to be out of balance and you look around and you begin to wonder how things got so out of whack? 

Then when one thing is out of whack you wake up the next morning only to find that the amount of wackiness has increased by an exponential rate and you are surrounded by overwhelming circumstances. 

Overwhelming, even scary circumstances. 

How do you overcome the fear? 

You see the logical, faith grounded side of me knows exactly where the fear comes from but when you toss in the motherly instinct to protect my child and prevent them from suffering well that’s an entirely different ball of wax. When I am faced with something that I know is going to cause my child discomfort and a certain amount of pain even if it is medically necessary it sets my stomach to churning and the what if’s begin to cycle through my brain on an endless loop. 

You see, my DD was diagnosed with Scoliosis in January, without going into all the gory details the curvatures (there are two of them, upper and lower and they are both fairly significant percentages of curvature) are such that surgery, a Posterior Spinal Fusion to be exact, will be required to correct the spinal alignment to something that resemble normalcy. 

Adolescent idiopathic scoliosis is a long mouthful of a diagnosis. It is not genetic, there is genetic scoliosis which shows up in infants and very young children. There is traumatic scoliosis that is a result of a traumatic injury like an automobile accident and then there is adolescent idiopathic scoliosis. This type of scoliosis is very common in girls as they approach adolescents and my DD falls right in that category. Idiopathic… if you’re medically ignorant like I was this means that they simply do to know why it happens. 

The surgery is major surgery and it is TWO WEEKS away. We had it scheduled for the end of July but God has opened the door for it to happen much sooner than we had anticipated. 

This has sent me into a tizzy of rescheduling, shuffling, emailing teachers, making phone calls, making more phone calls and then making some more phone calls which have added to the general state of over the top tizzienss, basically I can’t seem to focus on anything else. 

I’ve had surgery before but nothing this major and I am wondering how do we explain all the details to a young girl who has nothing in the world to worry about except when we are going to upgrade her cell phone plan and checking her facebook page. 

You see I know and trust that this is in God’s hands but regretfully I keep snatching it back for small moments during the day so that I may “FREAK OUT” 

After sufficiently experiencing moments of mental incapacity I then remember whose I am and who is in control. I have to seek forgiveness for my unbelief (MK 9:24 Immediately the boy's father exclaimed, "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!") and take a few deep breaths and tell myself that I am the grown up and I need to get a grip. 

I also know what it says in 2 Timothy 1:7

For God did not give us (ME) a spirit of timidity (in some translations fear is used as apposed to timidity, the New Revised Robin Version translates fear to  “FREAKING OUT”), but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline. 

Soooo over the next few weeks we will be in a flurry of pre-operative appointments, CT scans, directed blood donations, making alternate arrangement for the testing that she will miss as the surgery is three days before school lets out, getting her braces off her teeth, not because of the surgery but because it was already in the works when all the changes took place. 

So….let count shall we

My DD has major surgery in less than two weeks

There is a leak in my roof that comes right through our electrical box in the garage, yes the electrical box…and when there is a heavy rain storm I have a small stream running through my garage as I wait for my house to short our and possibly burn to the ground.

Our sweet puppy is determined to dig to china via my brand new raised veggie bed and has also taken to pooping on my dinning room floor.

I am adjusting to being a grandmother!

The hubs is out of town!

My part time job is becoming problematic.

There is a swine flu epidemic.

And I’m out of chocolate frozen yogurt! 

I covet your prayers for my sanity, my endurance and the strength to allow God to sooth my motherly fears for what is to come. 

Pray for the surgeons hand to be steady, (really really steady)the healing process to be swift and that the surgery will be a huge success so that my DD will be back in action texting her friends, checking her facebook and going to UMYF in no time at all. 

My time will be limited over the next few weeks so my posts may be sporadic but I will try to keep y’all updated. 

I ask for your prayers for the peace that transcends understanding and for the ability to turn my anxieties over to God just as quickly as they arise. 

    PHP 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 



Friday, May 1, 2009

The Internet Cafe' TODAY...It's ME!!! OMGosh!

Skoots1mom prompted me several months ago after I posted this piece to submit it to the Internet Cafe'. 

I took a leap of faith and did it. 

The responded that on occasion they do have a need for guest writes when one of there group is not able to submit and that they would slate my submission for sometime in the spring. 

Well surprise surprise today is the day click here to link to read it!


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