Hard Work

Why does hard work and wanting to aspire to be the best conveniently follow with someone's either jealousy, disgust, or ill will?

Trying Times

It seems like things are falling apart for us lately. Classes suck, the car broke--then fixed--then broke again, washing machine crashed, computer crashed, Tony received a speeding ticket, and Tuck hurt his leg. I wonder if we should pay for the air we breathe too??

Thank you God for these trying times, but do you think we can be done now? Amen

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.

After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday

Setting the Stage

Noah and Ben were pretending they were saving the world one day in the back of the van.

Ben says, "we'll save everybody in the world!"
Noah says, "Yeah! Except China, we don't need to save them."

I wonder what he heard to make him think of that? I find it humorous.

Remembering...

This day 10 years ago was the last day that I would talk to you, tomorrow morning will be the day that your blood spilled. The blood that I saw, the blood that I cannot get out of my head. I remember reading the gruesome details of the report, the details that I cannot forget. I want to forget, I want to not remember, I want you to be here, I want you to know my kids, I want you to know the person that I am, I want you to know that I am not the person you once knew. As the tears run down my face I am forced to remember all the details that I wish I could forget. I am forced to remember the relationship that we had, the relationship that was so hard to deal with on a daily basis. It was so hard to be your sister, you made it so hard and I hate you for that. But I love you and I hate that I miss you so much after all that we have been through, yet here I am missing you. I am sorry for all that you think was wrong with your life and I can honestly say that I never judged you for anything....I know the kinds of things that you went through; I hope that your faith in the Almighty was strong enough to rescue you from your pain. I hate that I feel that I cannot deal with this completely, I don't know how!! I love you, I miss you, and I don't know how to feel about that. I survived our relationship, but how do I survive your loss?

Remembering is painful and I just want it to stop, how do I make it stop.....

Craziness

So I have to take 14 credit hours next quarter. I'm kinda freaking out about that because not only will I have school, but work, kids, home, Tony, and then with Spring come sports. I think that I just may go mad. What's life without a bit of chaos? Thank you to my support group, I'm going to need all that I can get!!

Thought of the Day

If you forget everything that you are supposed to be doing, does that make you a bad mom? I cannot seem to keep anything straight these days. It's almost as though I am pregnant again, only not.

"MY HUT'S ON FIRE"

I got this story from a friend and thought that it was very good. I hope that you all enjoy...

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for GOD to rescue him, but every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. "GOD, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.
"How did you know I was here?"Asked the weary man of his rescuers.
"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because GOD is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain, and suffering. Remember that . . . . . . . . .The next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of GOD.

Endurance

"I know there will be days there will be pain to bring you glory."

I have been thinking of the path that brought Tony and I together. We were supposed to meet plenty of times before we actually did because of a mutual friend, but God had other plans. I had to go through many trials before that could happen, before I was ready to hear what I needed to hear from God through Tony. He also needed to experience some things before he could show me His mercy. I was on a downward spiral when Tony came into my life. God knew when I would need intervention and knew the perfect time to bring Tony into my life to glorify Him. Tony persevered through all my baggage and never gave up on me when plenty of other "people" would have. God knew that about him. The wonderful thing about our marriage is that we are always there for each other and support each other through everything. I know that these things should be obvious in a marriage, but for many they are not. So my point in all this is to say-

"Thank you God for my wonderful husband and the pain we had to endure to be ready for each other and You. I pray that you continue to bless our relationship and our beautiful family. Thank you for the many people that help us through our struggles, including our new family at Faith Harbor. Thank you for this church and I pray that you bless this ministry and the many people that work so hard to make it a success. If it were not for You it would be impossible to have this place of worship. Thank you so much for all the blessings you pour down on us and I pray that we gorify You with each and every one of them. We love you~Amen"

Another Year

This past year has been trying with the economic situation in our city and country. Fortunately, the start to this year supplies a very bright future. Tony got a great new job and we are very excited to see where it leads us in the future. We are starting at a fantastic new church and can't wait to see what God has in store for this place and the people in it. We can't wait to grow deeper in the Lord together as a family and also with new friends. We have made some "delightful" new friends that we can't wait to get to know even better. Here's to hoping that this year will be even better than last year!!

'Lord- for this new year I pray that we keep you in our sites and not take our eyes off of you. I pray that you continue to bless our family and friends and help us to have another wonderful year with you at our center. Thank you for all that you have provided to us!!~Amen'

Kindergartlish

Noah is starting to read a lot and he is starting to make his own stories by sitting down with a pad of paper and a pencil and sounding out his words to make a story. I consider this way of expression as a whole new language I like to call kindergartlish. Well today he held up his notebook showing me a word that had many letters on it that I couldn't quite decipher.

He says to me, "mom I can read this word."
I said, "really, what does it say?"
He looks at me and in a very determined voice says, "I don't want to tell you."

Apparently he's still learning kindergartlish as well.

Untitled

I am weak, only through you can I get through.

Friendships...

It has been a long time since our family has felt a real connection to a community of believers like we have right now. I have gotten a chance to know some really amazing women in our church, and I cannot express how much that has meant to me. Some of these women are people that I never thought I would even have a simple conversation with. I am very excited to be apart of a community of women that is trying really hard to get rid of the "cliques" and who want to honestly be apart of a COMMUNITY.

Lord, I pray that you bless our relationships and help us to be stronger for you and an encouragment to each other. Please help us to be Godly women who seek your face and and glorify you with pure relationships. Keep us in your sights and guide us to make good decisions that prevent us from falling into worldly drama traps that many relationships face. Thank you Lord for these new friends! Amen

Update

So as an update to my last post...

I was praying with the boys last night when Ben says: "Maybe Daddy can go buy some more of that stuff to make a baby in your belly."

I said: "Sorry buddy, I don't think that will work."

Apparently we needed to consult the boys before making the vasectomy decision.

Out of the Mouth's of Babes...

Noah: Jesus, thank you for Mommy, Daddy, Noah, Ben, Emily, Kiya, and Hunter. Please keep us safe tonight and bring us back together again tomorrow and Bless us again. And Jesus thank you for the flowers growing.

Dad: Amen.

Noah: Dad I'm not done.

Dad: Sorry.

Noah: Jesus please help grow another baby in Mommy's belly. Amen.

Dad: Sorry Noah, Daddy doesn't have any more baby batter.

Pray?

Have you ever needed to pray, but not quite sure how to find the words to express the emotions in your heart? How do I move this weight while I talk to the Almighty? I have found myself in this boat a lot lately. I have so much going on that I just don't know how to speak..what to say..how to express...

I have realized that I do not necessarily need to speak, I need to commune. He can read my heart, He knows what I am feeling, He knows my heart, He knows why I feel the way I do, even if I don't. The most wonderful thing is that He has felt all of these emotions before. He felt them for me, He felt them for you, He felt them for all the people that choose to believe in His marvelous glory! He can take that weight that is holding down my chest, and He can help me to see clearly.

Lord God, let me forever commune with Your beautiful light!

The Rain...

"If that is what it takes to get me to praise you, then bring on the rain"~~Amen

Prayer From the Heart

I pray Lord that you continue to bless my family and guide us in the direction that we need to be to glorify you! I have felt your hand on my heart and I pray that you continue to read me like no one else can. I know that you are the one who is in control and that I am the driver of this mere body, help me to continue to remember that when I feel that things are spinning in the wind. Lord, please help me to overcome myself and my inner demons so that I can be a better role model for my children. Help me through my daily struggles and become the person that you would want me to be~~~~~Amen

Busy, Busy, Busy...

Who knew that going to school with four children could be so CRAZY! I feel like I rarely get time to breathe these days. Good news is this semester is almost over then on to the next....

As for life outside school, Uggh...Tony is still not back to work, kids are finally done with soccer, and we have to get them set up for fall sports already. Of course they all want to play something different so I alone will be pulled in 4 different directions. Not that I'm complaining because I love to watch them out there with their little cleats running around with all of their friends (I can't wait to watch Noah in all his football gear!) ...really there's nothing cuter, it's just difficult doing it all by myself, that's the problem. It is the getting home from school at 4:30 to eat by 4:45 then be cleaned up and all the kids changed into practice clothes and out the door by 5:15 to get to practice by 5:30 and then hurry up and wait for an hour (or more once football practice starts) to get home and get ready for bed, get vitamins, brush teeth, read, pray, and tuck everybody in (who all have there own bed time rituals) Once all the kids are actually in bed and done getting out of bed for the bathroom and drink excuses, I then end up staying awake until 3am doing homework and get up at 6:30am to do it all over again. All of this while Tony is at school (he doesn't get home until after 10pm)....Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining just stressing out loud....I love my children and would not want anything more than them, except maybe a couple more hands and more hours in the day. GOD BLESS COFFEE!!!!

Understanding

I have been struggling with whether or not I should post this. I wrote a paper for my Comp I class last semester about a very traumatic event in my life. While writing this paper I found it to be very therapeutic. It helped me immensely to get some feelings out on paper, so I thought that it might also help to share this experience so others could understand some of why I am the way that I am. Let me give a little background: My brother and I never had a very good relationship, it was very physically and emotionally violent. We never had a "normal relationship"and I never thought that we ever would. One day, April 15, 1999, Jonathon was in a fatal car accident and my life changed forever........

Absolution

As his hands clamped around my throat like a vice, darkness encapsulated the room. Just before the room turned completely black, one person from the crowd came to rescue me from a bleak uncertainty. As she struck the back of his head he loosened his grip enough for me to escape. I fell to the floor gasping for air, wishing that I could run so far away that this moment would be lost in a blur of memories. He stormed out of the house leaving me there with my rescuer bent by my side.
I hadn’t seen my brother, Jonathan, for two months. Then one spring day, there he was knocking at my door. He was wearing blue jeans with a t-shirt and looked quite disheveled. He seemed taller to me, his hair was messy and he had circles around his eyes. His face was worn and tired. He asked me to forgive him, said it would never happen again. Like so many times before, I did.
Jonathan had many problems in the past. In my opinion, many of his tribulations stemmed from a traumatic incident that happened to him when he was about 11 years old. He was severely burned by a jumping-jack firecracker that was shoved into his flannel shirt pocket by a so-called friend of his. He also had a butane lighter in that pocket which resulted in an explosion on his chest. The end result was a lot of time spent in the hospital with many skin grafts and a young boy’s unknown rage. That young boy turned into a man who on countless occasions took out his misplaced anger on his little sister, me.
It was a cool crisp September night. The air wrapped around me like a sweater cozying up next to my skin. I lived in a small apartment above my parents. I had gone downstairs to see Jonathan because I noticed that his car was in the driveway. I walked down my stairs, through the breezeway, then up the five steps to get into my parents apartment. As I walked in I left the door to the breezeway open. There were cupboards right in front of me and a refrigerator immediately to my right. I saw my brother’s friend Jason. He said that Jonathan was drunk and acting crazy.
I knew this was bad news, so I tried to get out of the line of fire as quickly as possible. As I went to go back to my apartment, Jonathan stormed in the outside door. As he barreled in he was yelling. I couldn’t understand his words. I just knew that I needed to escape the situation. I tried to inch my way out the door telling him, “It’s ok, just calm down,” but he seemed to be closing in. I needed to get out without making him feel threatened. I knew his temper and it terrified me! Next thing I saw was Jonathan leaping up all five steps and heading straight for me. I didn’t have enough time to react and there wasn’t enough space to move out of the way. He slammed my head into the cupboards behind me. I felt myself falling and my head was spinning, everything was going dark. Once I realized I was sitting on the floor, I tried to make my way to my feet and unsteadily get to the phone in the next room. I started screaming,
“I’m calling the police! I’ve had enough of this and can’t take it anymore! I’ve been dealing with this crap almost my whole life and I’m not going to end up dead because you can’t control your anger!”
The police arrived in only a few minutes. He begged me not to do this! Suddenly, he swung his fist and hit the police officer square in his jaw. The officers wrestled him to the ground and cuffed him like a common criminal. I had tears pouring down my face and I wasn’t sure that I did the right thing; after all he is my brother. He was erratic, and in a strident voice pleaded, “Amy, don’t do this!” There was nothing I could do now, he hit the police officer. I couldn’t change my mind if I wanted to.
After that night he had to appear in court. The Judge wanted to hear what I thought his punishment should include, but he didn’t want to make me face him. Instead, he had me write a detailed letter to him explaining the punishment that I would like to see happen. My letter requested him to be remanded for a period of time along with alcohol and drug rehabilitation. I also stated that I love my brother, but could no longer put my life in jeopardy. Therefore, I suggested he be required to attend anger management classes. The Judge put what is known as a PPO (Personal Protection Order) in place for one year. He also ordered Jonathan to attend counseling for the alcohol and anger management.
Six months later I made a phone call to my mother, but my brother answered the phone instead. He was right down stairs. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I said nothing, yet he knew that it was me. I felt compelled to answer him, asking, “What are you doing here?” He replied with an apology, like before, but then there was something else. He went on to say that he missed having a sister, he had taken me for granted, and wanted to talk. I should have hung up the phone. Instead, I replied saying, “I miss the brother that I wish you could be. I cannot be around the brother that I have.” I went on to tell him that I would not live in fear of his very next rage episode. He assured me that he was working on changing and wanted me to give him one more chance.
We had one great month of an amazing brother-sister relationship. We were becoming friends, a relationship that I thought was impossible. Then, the unthinkable happened. I woke up to something not feeling right. I looked out the window and there it was, a police car in the driveway. I rushed down the stairs, barged in the door, and there he stood with a grim look on his face. A man in dress blue’s that were neatly pressed with a badge that shined brightly on his chest. I stared at him as if I had never seen a police officer before. When I realized who he was I rushed past him to my mother’s side, where my father also stood, desperate to find out what was going on. She was sobbing uncontrollably, and then she said it. As she said the words it felt as though I had been hit with a ton of bricks. I was trying to comprehend the words that she was mouthing, but I didn’t understand them. “He’s dead, Amy. It’s Jonathan, there was a car accident, and now he’s dead.”
“This is a mistake! You don’t know my brother! You don’t know us! YOU’RE WRONG!” I exclaimed.
My father caught me as I started spinning out of control. He wrapped his arms around me and held me until I calmed down. I knew the truth.How does someone process this? How do I cope? How do I cope with the love, the loss, the sorrow? I coped through the forgiveness, the forgiveness that occurred before the end of his life. I had the opportunity not many people get; the chance to receive a seemingly unattainable relationship with my brother, before he died.