The Things We Say

August 6th, 2006

way too often in my house.

~do not whine.
~please stop touching your tt.
~put underwear or shorts on. now.
~do not pick on your brother.
~do not scream. (best said while yelling)
~where’s our girl?
~(with exasperation) girl!
~no, you cannot have another treat.
~do not grab your brother by the face or throat.
~where is the paci?
~where is the coco sippy cup?
~get off the table.
~no, we can not watch star wars again today.
~where’s our girl?
~we do not have macaroni today.
~do not spit on your brother/sister.
~do not pee into that. just the potty.
~do not say pee or poop or butt.
~girl, do you stink, again?
~where’s our girl?
~don’t put that into your mouth.
~what’s in your mouth?
~give it to mama.
~it’s alright. (said soothingly. without clenched teeth preferably)
~where’s our girl?
~do not throw. anything.
~i don’t care who did what first.
~get back in bed.
~this is all i cooked, eat it or not.
~i am at my limit.

Ahhh

August 4th, 2006

as expected, it’s morning and with the sunshine comes new perspective. my girl’s looking better. i’ve sorted through yet more stuff in the process of packing, done some laundry, and cleaned the kitchen. all of these things make me feel better. my husband got off to work before i even got up – and that’s a feat! i talked to him briefly after he got there and he was ready to work! hopefully this weekend we’ll find a place to live and the daunting task of getting rid of most of what we own and packing the rest will be whittled away as the days pass. maybe this will go easier and quicker than i thought. i’ve been working since 6:20 this morning and decided i deserved a little break before i start in again. thank you for putting up with my downness and as promised i will keep you updated on the ever-changing events!

Expect Less

August 3rd, 2006

posts.

to say the very least i’m a little overwhelmed.

so, it’s 2 weeks 3 days until you put your oldest child into kindergarten, when he’s never been away from you for longer than a cubbies meeting; you are 7.5 weeks pregnant, sick as a dog, and can’t hold your eyes open; you have a 3 year old who’s never been away from his brother, for any time longer than a cubbies meeting; and a very typical 15 month old, can you say – into everything?; what do you do?

how about move? with no money. we have no home lined up. at all. we don’t know where he’ll start school. we only have 1 working vehicle that pearl has to have for work and how do i get my oldest to school everyday? did i mention no money. really. no credit cards. no money to even begin a contingency fund. past due to all our current bills.

did you get how long we have to pull this off? 2 weeks 3 days to first day of kindergarten. pearl starts work at his new job tomorrow. yes, tomorrow at 7am.

we have to do all that is involved in a move – with 3 children, 1 car, no money and we have 2 weeks to do it. can you say, reality show in the making?!

i’m sorry that this is so biting. i know that in a few days i’ll be very thankful. but this all hit today while we were rushing our daughter to the doctor for a mystery red swollen ear and puffy eye. did i mention i’m overwhelmed?

please don’t submit pity or suggestions. i’m just not up to it tonight. put yourself in our shoes and try to think what you would want to hear. i’m telling you these things so you know where i have vanished to for the next 3 weeks. i’ll post when i can, and update when possible. i just want to cocoon right now and then get down to business when God shows us what’s next. again, i’m very sorry for the downness. i’ll be back to me soon, i’m sure the hormones aren’t helping any either! just pray. for wisdom. for trust. for hearts of gratitude. for a church home. for our babies to feel stable and learn faith from us. and for miracles. God, alone, will get this glory, because there is NO way i could do this on my own. thanks, guys, for all of your prayers already. i’m sure i’ll be back at the computer fairly frequently when i’m feeling too sick to pack! until then, peace people.

A Quick Glimpse

August 1st, 2006

into my today.

i have neglected to feed my daughter, therefore she is roaming the dining room eating the crumbs her brothers have thoughtfully left for her.

my middlest boy just came over and sat on my lap to see the computer. with no drawers on. (i finally coaxed him into taking off his pull-up and haven’t launched myself into the full-scale battle to now get underwear on him, much less actual clothes.) he leaned forward to see the screen and tooted. with no barrier between me and him. i thought the shrimp ramen was puke worthy. no, my friends, there’s little better for a sick pregnant stomach than that. he giggled.

my oldest is wearing lime green pants that no longer fit any child in my immediate family and a turquoise shirt of the same size. “look, mama, i’m the GREEN GOBLIN! you wanna hear me laugh like him? he, he, he, he.”

i have ceased all work in the house, opting instead to lie absolutely still on the couch while the world falls in around me. just don’t make me smell anything or move and we’ll all be alright. hence, the knee-deep crud you must wade through. it’s amazing how quickly 3 small children can destroy a house. truly.

i must now feed my daughter and take my children outside. btw, i’m on the pc now and can’t figure out how to get pictures on my post. oh well, maybe matt can teach me tonight. this is not very high on my current priority list! :)

Pregnant

July 31st, 2006

i’m currently eating shrimp ramen with lime. and having to swallow hard with every bite. and this is the best i could come up with in the house.

have i mentioned i’m sick. and tired. i think i might just be pregnant.

A Little Lighter

a short list of things probably not to say to a pregnant woman. especially when it’s her fourth and her oldest is 4.

1. “have you ever heard of birth control?”
2. “i can tell ya what’ll fix that problem for ya.”
3. “you have your hands full, don’t ya?”
4. “those are all yours?”
5. “oh, i’m sorry.”
6. “did you mean to have them all?”
7. “do you ever worry there’s not enough time for them all?”
8. “wow, you must be really lucky to have enough money to stay home with that many children.”
9. “NONE of them go to school yet?”

~and my personal favorite…

10. “you know what causes that don’t ya?”

The Forbidden Topic I Already Broached (How I Feel About Abortion)

July 17th, 2006

it bothered me last night after i put my views on abortion in my post. and i prayed about it. and i felt like, instead of just deleting it, that i should clarify some things that have brought me to this point of view.

first of all, i have friends, close friends that have had abortions. i can think of 5 girls i know well immediately. and i know, having seen them go through it, that it leaves incredible scars. they talk of the anniversary of the death, of when their birthday would have been, would they have been able to make it with the baby, they look at other people with children and think of about how old their child would’ve been. it’s heartbreaking. i do not judge them. i love them and i hate that they hurt over this. i would counsel someone to do differently if i could, but in the meantime i would hold their hand while they were hurting. my compassion is as strong as my convictions.

second of all, like i mentioned in the post, i believe God when he tells us in psalm 138:13-16: (a)For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. (b)I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well. (c)My frame was not hidden from You, when i was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; (d)and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.

(a) He did it, no matter what we look like or what “defects” the world says we have. (b) we give thanks. period. we don’t lament, we don’t whine, we don’t “fix” what God didn’t do “right” He didn’t slip and say, “oops, i didn’t mean to do that, but it’ll be okay” (c)”skillfully wrought” also means “embroidered” “the finishing touches” – in other words, the fancy part of our quilt making or curtain sewing. the pretty parts. and He did it, once again, we weren’t hidden from Him. (d) our days were all written and ordained when there was not yet ONE of them.

third of all, i have been raped, as you’ve read before, i only mention this because i used to rely on this argument before i was. i waited, after that night to see if i would have a period, would i need a test. it was a long wait. in silence and hiding and depression. i debated it, because i always held that it was one of the only reasons women should. and here i was. i finally decided before the period came, that i would keep the child. and this was WAY before i had learned how to forgive him. this child had nothing to do with him or what happened. how could i make another terrible life altering decision for me, much less the child, out of a bad situation. no, if God gave me a baby, then i would take care of what He had entrusted to me. incredibly, i was never faced with the baby in reality. it didn’t happen.

fourth of all, our second son had spina bifida. we saw all the tests, we saw the hole in his spinal column on the ultrasound. and we saw God close it in front of us. it was not by our hands or our will or the doctor or because we were “blessed” and others aren’t (which is bunk by the way.) it was because God had a different plan. i don’t know why. we were offered to “eliminate the pregnancy”. we chose the “risk”. my point being, sometimes the risk is real. and God chooses not to heal. and i don’t know why. but we don’t know how the outcome will be. we don’t know who will glorify God through our situations and that is our point in life (whether it sounds right or not). i have known many people with “defects” that we think should curse God, but they glorify Him and love Him more than i ever will. how is that possible? i don’t know, but i know He doesn’t tell us to rely on our own wisdom. i also know, that a child in pain for it’s entire life then to die young is not something that God wants. He loves our children more than we do, but our life here is but a vapor. it’s so fast, and again, i don’t know how that child’s terrible little life falls into the plan, but we can’t know His plan.

fifth of all, if i was told with this baby growing in my belly now (which i obviously pray is not the case) that my life would be at risk if i carried the baby to term, i would be in a hard spot. that would leave my husband with 4 children to raise on his own, one of which would be a newborn. would i risk the rest of the lives and their outcomes for my determination to carry that baby. probably. again, i would have to hope that there would be a miracle with which to praise God to all the nations – like with our second born. and then, trust that if it didn’t come out the way that we would want that God had a different more wonderful plan for my husband and children and that He was working for good in their lives for the future.

i do not expect this post to change your mind. i don’t. i simply thought it would be good for me to let you know why i think the way i do. we never have to talk about this again and we can go on as if this discussion never happened. or i’m open to many questions and we can dialogue. your decisions have to line up with scripture. all of scripture. your life has to be infused with His word in order to make the decisions He would have you to make. “they meant it for evil, but He used it for good.” we must trust that if we wouldn’t give our own children a snake or a rock that His gifts are even better than what we can imagine. our lives are about a bigger picture. and we just fit into it.

Counting Down To Me Returns

85. i hate divisive statements, things, people. almost didn’t put the abortion one for this reason. decided giving my reason for it, outweighed the shocknawe of the statement.
86. i love letterman. not just a little.
87. i have terrible postpartum. i get down, but the real problem is, i get angry.
88. i don’t care what anybody says (here’s another one of those divisive statements…) zoloft in those times, is allowed by God to balance me. get help if you have the same problem. your marriage, your health, and the mental stability of your children is more important than if people tell you that you just aren’t “spiritual” enough, read, “i’m judging you in a time of great need.”
89. i love to cook.
90. i taught myself to cook.
91. i love to sew (quilt mainly).
92. i taught myself to quilt.
93. i’ve only flown once – and only from l.r. to memphis.
94. i giggled the whole way up.
95. i once road-tripped to dallas to interview to be a flight attendant.
96. i love the foo fighters.
97. i love sarah mclachlan. but only fumbling toward ecstacy. she kinda sold out after that.
98. i really want to go to a bon jovi concert some day.
99. i wear clothing as a covering for my body. i haven’t had enough money in 7 years to dress in any other way. i’ve just about conquered my coveting and my insecurities.
100. our dream is to start a diner/coffee/sandwich shop – me work the front, and my honey cook.

100 Things, Well... 84 For Now

this is not really fair, since i already gave like 65 on one of my previous blogs, but i will try to come up with yet more stuff.

1. i have baby #4 growing in my belly!
2. this will be our last, short of a miracle.
3. i always wanted this many babies.
4. everybody said after i had one baby i would change my mind. ha ha. i said, ha ha.
5. i love coffee.
6. i have no sense of humor.
7. i married a man who is almost all sense of humor.
8. i get 4-5 hours of broken sleep a night.
9. i have a minimum of 6 years left of that much sleep.
10. i have made a conscious decision to have the last 3 babies. TheOldest was a surprise.
11. i went to governor’s school in high school in literary arts.
12. i was an art major.
13. i wanted to animate for disney.
14. i used to sit in disney movies and make my friends watch the credits because, “my name will be here someday.”
15. my first car was an ’86 nissan datsun maximum, diesel, named ethel.
16. i can drive a standard.
17. i’ve had glasses since the 4th grade.
18. i’ve tried contacts and they hurt so much and were so dry that i quit.
19. i decided wearing glasses would be cool and that i would start a trend.
20. i have a purple frog tattoo from when i was 17 from a tattoo guy in a travelling bus.
21. i don’t regret it.
22. it looks more like a purple lizard after 3 nursing babies.
23. i do regret this. but find it pretty funny!
24. the worst thing i did at school my whole 12 years of school was refuse to dissect a fetal pig my sophomore year, because i didn’t believe it was right, and i told my teacher, “i will NEVER need to know this my whole life.”
25. i was right.
26. i got written up and my grade was dropped a letter, my gpa suffered because she believed i was just power struggling with her.
27. i graduated with honors in the top 30 of 300 students.
28. i was in the drama club.
29. i was in choir and can’t sing a lick.
30. i was in odessey of the mind.
31. i was in mock trial.
32. i was in quiz bowl.
33. i was in model u. n.
34. i was a nerd.
35. i have had several long-haired guinea pigs.
36. i have had a ferret.
37. i have had a hamster.
38. i have watched my pet mouse have babies.
39. i have had fish, and dogs, and cats.
40. i currently have hermit crabs. i said HERMIT crabs.
41. i have never had a bird, i always thought they were gross.
42. i hate heights, like cry, sweat, freeze up.
43. i hate spiders and bugs that go “pop” when you smoosh them.
44. i have a battle cry reserved for killing those things.
45. i was anti-killing anything in high school – bugs, deer, anything.
46. i once helped my husband “process” a freshly killed deer in our kitchen in our white sink. to save money.
47. i will never do this again.
48. unless i’m starving, and then i will not only eat my words, i will eat the prey.
49. i don’t believe in abortion. ever. i don’t believe God makes mistakes. ever. see psalm 138:13-16.
50. we almost lost our first baby when he was born.
51. for the whole 2nd trimester with our second baby we were bumped from one specialist to another believing he had spinabifida.
52. we were offered an abortion.
53. i still believed #49.
54. i have been date-raped.
55. i have forgiven. it’s amazing!
56. the year i became a Christian i read the whole Bible cover-to-cover in 4 weeks. and processed it.
57. i was a skeptic and wanted to know what it was that i was associating myself with.
58. i became a religious zealot.
59. then i discovered grace and not just the law.
60. since then, i’ve seen God bring my mom back to church, my sister and her husband start going to church and proclaiming Christ, and my dad go from almost anti-jesus to telling me “it’s all about glorifying Christ.”
61. these things had nothing to do with me, they were in spite of my bashing them on the head with a Bible.
62. i love some kind of wonderful.
63. and can’t buy me love.
64. and almost anything with john cusack in it.
65. i was basically josie grossy in high school.
66. i love watching romance comedies.
67. our first born’s name was decided by a movie, not the Bible. (we were living not following Jesus at the time.)
68. my huz has ALWAYS wanted a baby named Parker Parker Parker.
69. Parker P. Parker, P.P. Parker, P. Parker Parker, Parker P.P., Parker Parker P. the options are endless, he says.
70. i told him i would think about it on our last baby.
71. uh oh.
72. i love oreos.
73. i won’t drink plain milk, unless it’s to have oreos dipped in it or alongside a brownie.
74. all boys close your eyes, really skip this one, huz would kill me for writing it… i have never worn a tampon. i plan to never wear one the rest of my life. they’re gross. yes, i know i’ve had 3 babies, i don’t care.
75. i hate being around people who are not encouraging.
76. one of my favorite Bible characters is Barnabas (new testament somewhere) he is so the encourager.
77. one of my other favorite characters is Rahab – the prosititute that hid God’s spies, and was bold enough to ask for not only her life to be spared, but all her family. she was redeemed. i love it.
78. i used to be blond. naturally, then not.
79. i have been a red head.
80. i taught myself to french braid.
81. i love the animaniacs.
82. i have their c.d., several vcr tapes, and i wore a “dot” fake tattoo to my senior prom.
83. i love they might be giants. go look them up, now. i don’t want to figure out how to link right now.
84.i got tired and i’m going to bed. i’ll try to finish another day.

Things I've Learned...

July 6th, 2006

in the last 24 hours.

~frosted flakes, creamed corn with brown sugar, hot dog weinies, and baked potatoes make a well-rounded breakfast.

~14 month olds don’t like baked potatoes for breakfast.

~nor do 4 or 3 year olds.

~when you’re low on groceries, butter counts as a dairy product.

~spiderman has a scorpion character. when you draw a scorpion for a 5 year old girl she colors it yellow and blue because, “there wasn’t any pink colors.”

~if you draw batman from memory, “he doesn’t look anything like batman, mama. he looks like a girl getting married.”

~vacation bible school bracelets will survive the dishwasher. poop doesn’t.

Here Goes...

(written by my Matt Parker)

Biography

IN THE BEGINNING:
We began to be us in the summer of 1999. Before that time we were me and her…or something. Anyway, 1999 places me in northeast Arkansas and Suzanne in southeast Arkansas working for a children’s home. Through the providential hand of God, we somehow ended up together after several years of a sometimes shaky friendship. To make a long story a little less long…it was love at 148th sight (all figures approximate). We were married in 1999.
We bumped along for a couple of years, working hard to develop the perfect dysfunctional relationship. We did a pretty good job of severing ties with everyone we knew and cared about. We have also done our share of moving around. We moved from northeast Arkansas to Mississippi, to southeast Arkansas, 3 more moves, and eventually back to southeast Arkansas.
LET THE WAKE BEGIN:
We have left many friends, acquantinces, and enemies in our wake over the past several years. It is for this reason, at least in part, that I write this. I hope to share our hearts with people we see or hear from that have known me or Suzanne. I want to set the record straight. We have done much wrong and a little right. If you are in the “done wrong” category (and there are a bunch of you) we sincerely and deeply apologize. We want to make it right with you.
A LITTLE EXPLANATION:
Our shortcomings, together and individualy, stem from a misallocation of priorities and goals. Initially, we each unconsciously decided to seek the best/easiest route to find normalcy in life. Seeking stability and the pursuit of happiness, we made some mistakes that have had some pretty severe consequences. Our most prominent and ill rewarded mistake was our decision to “put” God way down there on our priority list (way, way, way down). This led to a string of bad decisions. It has proven to have had a domino effect in our lives. We have YEARS ahead of untangling some of these mistakes, and we have some that will never be completely untangled.
MORE SPECIFICALLY:
To make this more applicable to the “done wrongs”, I will try to go over some of the most grievous offenses we have commited. First, our friends and families, got hung out to dry during our rebellion to God. We have had, and amazingly still have some of, the greatest friends and family ever. I apologize to you “done wrongs” for being too selfish to further develop deep, meaningful relationships. With no Christ-focus, we did not see the importance of loving the people we were around as Jesus loves them. We were selfish, petty, lazy, unkind, and uncaring. So to our parents,David, Brian, Kenney & Elizabeth, Jessie, Tom & Meredith, Jim & Danell, Brandon, Bill & Shereefa, Steve & Kim, Chris & Stacy, Michelle, Jeff & Farah, Terry & Dymphna, Andy & Linda, Brock & Mike, Juanita & Webb, Mike, Tadd, Robb, Russell, David & Deeny, Sara, April, Dallas & Olethea, Bart & Amy, Doug, Jeff & Summer, Melanie, Peyton, Straight Burger, Young Bucks, Brannon, Sarah, Nikki, Josh, Kevin & Lisa, Amanda, Trish, Joanne, Keith & Pam, Lisa, Jeff, Steve, Danny & Leanna, Angela, Vu, and Danny, I am truly sorry. I know there are more of you who should be included in the “done wrong” listing. To all of you, we are deeply troubled over not being the friends we could have and should have been. We want to make it right! Please be patient with us as we try to correct our mistakes over the next few months and years.
OUR REDIRECTION:
I think the story of Jonah, the Old Testament prophet, best summarizes our story. In many ways I find myself to be a lot like Jonah. Jonah, in brief, knew God. God called him up to go do some work. Jonah split the scene and began a journey running from God. After a little “correction” from God, Jonah set out to do God’s will. This story pretty much sums up our story. We, like Jonah, knew God, but we decided to not to do the work he was sending us to do. If I have learned anything about God in the last 10 years, it has to be the truth in the idea that you can run from God, but you cannot hide! So after a little correction, we finally moved on toward God’s will. I still carry alot of Jonahness with me, but now I know that there are only two roads in life…God’s Will Blvd. or Harder Than Hades Highway. God has shown us that there is peace and joy in following Him, and there is heartache and misery in not.
THE ROAD TO TARSUS:
While running from God, we realized that religion is not all that it is cracked up to be. The churches on the toll road to Tarsus were full of hypocrites and misguided zealots. We were glad to have been finally enlightened concerning this obvious fact. One problem that we never were able to solve however was our own hypocrisy. Anyway, as we traveled further from God, it became less bothersome to travel away from God. We realized that the road was long, dusty, and riddled with potholes, but we thought that the infrastructure of life was just so. We moved from bad decisions to worse decisions. This is where a lot of the friend and family “done wrongs” began to pile up. Nevertheless, we were somehow “satisfied” with this lack luster existence. With all of the traveling, there was very little time to stop, rest, and think. We were very reactive to everything going on in our lives, and we did little to plan for the coming weeks, months, or years. We finally made it to the sea port and boarded a ship bound for “Far Away From God.” By this time we had all but forgotten that we were even running. We were living the life! The salt air was nice and you should’ve seen the sunsets…, but still there was plenty to complain about. One day, while taking a nap in the depths of the ship, I was awakened by my beloved mate Suzanne. She stood holding a little white stick with a little window on it. She urged me to look in the window of the little stick. Huh…two little pink lines. The next thing I knew there were people casting lots, and I wasn’t getting any sevens. Overboard we go. My panic of drowning was quickly replaced by my fear of large fish. Guuulllp. Let me tell you, it stinks inside a fish. There is absolutely only one good thing about being inside of a fish. The inside of a fish is a great place to think. “I don’t want kids…I don’t think…do I?…I have got to get a good paying job…I need insurance…why is Suzanne so excited about this while I am so scared?…how do you raise a kid?…….HOW DO YOU RAISE A CHILD?!!” I began to think much more deeply than I was familiar with. The thought of raising a child was quickly making me realize that I needed to be doing something differently. I began to think about what was really important in life. More than anything else, what do I HAVE to teach this child? The answer to the question was clear, but I kept asking myself the same question over and over anyway. Every time I asked, the answer would come back clearer. I guess there is something about the stomach lining of a fish that filters the murkiness out of answers to importan questions. Over the course of several months in the fish I realized that the most important thing to pass on to my child was life. How simple is that. I want this child to have real life! I want the road that my child takes to be much better than that one I took down to the sea port. I don’t want potholes and dust for my baby. In my heart I knew that the only road that I could trust my baby with is the road that leads back toward God. And so it was. Suzanne and I called out to God. “God, we know you know a better way for our baby and for us. If you will still have us…”, and I think it was mid-sentence that God made that fish nauseated. Suzanne and I found ourselves (and our new baby) on some remote shore-line.
ON TO NINEVEH:
Amazingly, we discovered that God does not wait on us to get where he told us to go before he will talk to you. Nothing had changed! We were the same people with all of the same consequences we had before we responded to God’s calling. We still had the same dysfunctional relationship with each other and with our friends and family. The new road we found had potholes too! We quickly learned that the new road was in many ways harder than the old road. To brave the new road, we would need to develop some new habits. We will need discipline, tenacity, compassion, and love. We are in the process of walking on this road now. It does make more sense now than it did a couple of years ago, but there are still days when we stop and sulk under the shade trees on the side of the road. We have a lifetime ahead of walking toward Jesus. We have found that the new road, though challenging at times, is full of joyful sights. There are also watering holes lining this road. On that old road, we hardly ever got a refreshing drink! Now, peace and rest is abundant. We get to stop and be reinvigorated regularly. Suzanne and I are excited about what lies around the next corner! We hope that it is you! If it is, we will all have to stop at the next watering hole and drink in the goodness of Christ together.
IF YOUR BURDEN IS HEAVY:
I know that the Jonah analogy may have gotten a little out of hand, ok…way out of hand, but the truth of the matter is quite simple. Jesus said, “Come to me if you’re tired and weighed down with burdens, and I’ll give you rest.” We don’t have to wonder if He wants us. He plainly told us to come on with Him. He’s not asking for GREAT men and women to get everything just right and then come to him and say “I’ll see you at church Sunday Jesus, but I got to get some stuff right before we can talk.” We like people to get a bath and put on some deodorant before they come over to our house, but Jesus isn’t like us. He says, “Come on over and get a bath at My house and you will never need another bath again.” He knows you are dirty. He knows you are tired, and He still wants you to come over because He cares for you.
Knowing God is not about church and religion. It is simply realizing that God loves you so much that He sent His own Son to die for YOU…dirty tired old you. If you will stop walking away from Him, turn around, and ask Jesus to lead you in a new direction, He will do it. God says in the bible that if we admit that we are going the wrong way, He is faithful to forgive us of our sin. I would urge you not to wait on a fish to swallow you before you stop to think about what is really important in life. If you think this is hogwash, and want to tell me so, e-mail or call me. If you think this is exactly what you need in your life, and you want to talk about it, e-mail or call me. Suzanne and I are moving toward God (although sometimes slowly) and we need your patience and graciousness. As I stated earlier, I know we have made alot of poor decisions, but we want to make it right. Come and join us in the Sonlight!
In Him,
Us

Joyful Again

June 7th, 2006

for those of you following my moods – or trying to since they’re changing with the speed of light – i just wanted to let you know, i think i’m back. i let you in on the downness in the last couple of posts and i thought it appropriate to let you know the chaos is back to being enjoyable again. last night around 4:30 (am – mind you) while my girl was crying it out (because she wanted what i got, not a sippy cup) i found myself thinking that one of my next posts will be episode three of my current blessings. i realized it’s been hard for me to praise Him in my storm and i haven’t done it nearly enough. so while yet another storm was raging in the wee hours of the night in the form of my 13 month old’s screams and sciatica, i thought, “it’s time to refocus my thoughts on the good, the noble, the pure, the lovely.” blessings: episode three coming soon to a computer near you.

Joyful Again

June 7th, 2006

for those of you following my moods – or trying to since they’re changing with the speed of light – i just wanted to let you know, i think i’m back. i let you in on the downness in the last couple of posts and i thought it appropriate to let you know the chaos is back to being enjoyable again. last night around 4:30 (am – mind you) while my girl was crying it out (because she wanted what i got, not a sippy cup) i found myself thinking that one of my next posts will be episode three of my current blessings. i realized it’s been hard for me to praise Him in my storm and i haven’t done it nearly enough. so while yet another storm was raging in the wee hours of the night in the form of my 13 month old’s screams and sciatica, i thought, “it’s time to refocus my thoughts on the good, the noble, the pure, the lovely.” blessings: episode three coming soon to a computer near you.

MaNornin'!

February 26th, 2006

Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning!
It’s Time To Rise And Shine!
Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning!
I Hope You’re Feeling Fine!
Good Morning, Get Up, Get Out Of Bed!
You’ve Gotta Get Up You Sleepy Head!
The Day Is Calling You!
Toodle-Y Doo!
Toodle-Y Doo!

For the record, I just got less sleep in one night than I have since the night my girl was born.
She has a fever. And wouldn’t sleep anywhere. Not in her bed. Not in our bed. Not even laying on top of me. No sleep.
Oh, well. There’s always hope for a nap! :)