Tonight at home team someone brought up the death of a friend that occurred last December. Kyle and I actually lost two friends last December. One lost a long battle with a brain tumor. The other was tragically killed in a car accident. Being reminded of those deaths made me think what a tough year we had last school year. Two miscarriages and the deaths of two friends. What a difference a year makes.
I started thinking about how this current pregnancy has really helped me move past the miscarriage last September. To feel this baby move is completely unbelievable. It's so incredible to think that there is a tiny human being growing inside me. I don't understand the details of how it works, but I think it's such a reminder of what an incredible God I serve. Today Kyle's sermon was about the blind man being healed in John 9. At the beginning of the chapter the disciples ask Jesus who sinned in order to cause the man to be born blind. Jesus responds by saying, "Neither this man nor his parent sinned, but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life." I have always thought that if the death of our first child helped draw someone closer to Jesus then it would be worth it. But I haven't seen that happen. I think I'm beginning to realize that I might not always see the work of God be displayed in that person's life. It might be something that happens years down the road. I've finally come to grips with that.
I also began to ponder the wives of my friends that died last December. Their stories are completely different than mine. I have hope and excitement now because God has given me another child to experience. But these lovely and Godly women don't have a new life to celebrate. But yet that same verse applies to these women. We've experienced loss, but through it all our Lord can use this to display the work of God in our lives.
Death is hard. Loss is not easy. I honestly don't believe we're meant to understand it all. But, I know that our God is good. I know that He's bigger than death. And if something horrible in my life can be used to draw others close to our wonderful Jesus, then in the end that's all that matters.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
long time
It has been a really long time since I've blogged. Kyle keeps asking me when I'm going to start blogging again, and I decided tonight is perfect since he's watching the game. Hopefully the Horns will be able to pull out a win.
I've been thinking this week about having a baby boy and raising him to be a man. What a huge responsibility. It really kind of scares me to think that Kyle and I are going to be in charge of making sure this precious little baby becomes a man. There are so many qualities I want him to have, so many things that I pray for him about. I want him to love Jesus. I can't make him do that, Kyle and I can only lead by example. I want him to be a person of integrity. I want him to care deeply for people. I also want him to be independent and confident. The list goes on and on.
And then, on top of those thoughts, there are the decisions we have to make about items that we need. Do we really need everything that we admire at Babies R Us? I know that those aren't all necessities. It's just hard to know--when you've never been a parent before--what all you'll need to take care of an infant. Some say you need a changing table, others tell us they never use one. What about those huge stroller systems. Do we need one of those, or is that just something that everybody gets? You should have seen Kyle and me trying to figure out how to work one of those things at Babies R Us. He laughed and said we looked like two monkeys exploring something new.
There's also advice. How do I really know which book is best? Is attachment parenting the way to go? What about natural childbirth? How do I know who to trust when it comes to advice about how to parent?
I think that this is just part of my personality. I constantly desire to be good at what I do. I'm one of those people who won't try things because I'm scared of failure or scared of not being good at something. I'm going to have quite a wake up call. This is going to be a learning experience for me. I can't expect to be the best at something that I've never done before. I think that in the end, Kyle and I will figure out what works for us. And he and I both have great sets of parents that are wonderful examples. Then on top of that, we have an amazing Father who is the ultimate example of a great parent. We'll just have to ultimately lean on that as our guide.
I've been thinking this week about having a baby boy and raising him to be a man. What a huge responsibility. It really kind of scares me to think that Kyle and I are going to be in charge of making sure this precious little baby becomes a man. There are so many qualities I want him to have, so many things that I pray for him about. I want him to love Jesus. I can't make him do that, Kyle and I can only lead by example. I want him to be a person of integrity. I want him to care deeply for people. I also want him to be independent and confident. The list goes on and on.
And then, on top of those thoughts, there are the decisions we have to make about items that we need. Do we really need everything that we admire at Babies R Us? I know that those aren't all necessities. It's just hard to know--when you've never been a parent before--what all you'll need to take care of an infant. Some say you need a changing table, others tell us they never use one. What about those huge stroller systems. Do we need one of those, or is that just something that everybody gets? You should have seen Kyle and me trying to figure out how to work one of those things at Babies R Us. He laughed and said we looked like two monkeys exploring something new.
There's also advice. How do I really know which book is best? Is attachment parenting the way to go? What about natural childbirth? How do I know who to trust when it comes to advice about how to parent?
I think that this is just part of my personality. I constantly desire to be good at what I do. I'm one of those people who won't try things because I'm scared of failure or scared of not being good at something. I'm going to have quite a wake up call. This is going to be a learning experience for me. I can't expect to be the best at something that I've never done before. I think that in the end, Kyle and I will figure out what works for us. And he and I both have great sets of parents that are wonderful examples. Then on top of that, we have an amazing Father who is the ultimate example of a great parent. We'll just have to ultimately lean on that as our guide.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
even if he doesn't
So, I'm feeling a little anxious. It probably has a lot to do with Kyle being out of town AGAIN and the a/c going out in my house. But, there are other issues too.
Last week, or maybe two weeks ago, I studied Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego during my Bible study. Now those guys have amazing faith. They truly believed that God could save them from the fiery furnace, but even if He didn't, then they were still going to believe and worship God Almighty. That's big faith.
Anyone out there who reads my blog regularly knows that there are things that have gone on in my life that make me wonder about faith, just like any normal person who faces challenges. I am really excited that my faith seems to be growing and increasing. I truly believe that's an answer to prayer. But that whole part from Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego--the line about "even if he doesn't"--that is overwhelmingly difficult for me to pray. But, I'm getting there. Even if he doesn't, I will still trust. Even if he doesn't, I will still be faithful. Even if he doesn't, I will still worship.
Last week, or maybe two weeks ago, I studied Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego during my Bible study. Now those guys have amazing faith. They truly believed that God could save them from the fiery furnace, but even if He didn't, then they were still going to believe and worship God Almighty. That's big faith.
Anyone out there who reads my blog regularly knows that there are things that have gone on in my life that make me wonder about faith, just like any normal person who faces challenges. I am really excited that my faith seems to be growing and increasing. I truly believe that's an answer to prayer. But that whole part from Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego--the line about "even if he doesn't"--that is overwhelmingly difficult for me to pray. But, I'm getting there. Even if he doesn't, I will still trust. Even if he doesn't, I will still be faithful. Even if he doesn't, I will still worship.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
offended
This morning I was doing my Bible study, and I read the passage Matthew 11:1-19. This is where John the Baptist sends some of his disciples (he's in prison) to ask Jesus if he really is the Son of God, the one who was prophesied about. Verse six specifically caught my attention during this study. I was reading NIV, but ESV has a good version of this verse, too. It says, "And blessed is the one who is not offended by me." My Bible study talked about the various meanings of the Greek word for offended. The one that applies to this verse is "to cause a person to begin to distrust and desert one whom he ought to trust and obey."
Okay, that first paragraph was really wordy, but now I'm just going to explain why that's so cool to me. I'm going to go through hard and difficult times--times that challenge my faith. This verse says blessed is the one that goes through those faith-challenging times and still continues to believe. That was pretty awesome for me to read today. God's not always going to answer my prayers the way that I want him to. Sometimes he says yes, and sometimes he says no. But through it all, I can continue to have faith in the one who sees the big picture, the one who sees my life-mission.
Okay, that first paragraph was really wordy, but now I'm just going to explain why that's so cool to me. I'm going to go through hard and difficult times--times that challenge my faith. This verse says blessed is the one that goes through those faith-challenging times and still continues to believe. That was pretty awesome for me to read today. God's not always going to answer my prayers the way that I want him to. Sometimes he says yes, and sometimes he says no. But through it all, I can continue to have faith in the one who sees the big picture, the one who sees my life-mission.
Friday, July 18, 2008
cry
I am constantly crying. I just started this Bible study about two to three weeks ago, and every time I pray I cry. Every time I read scripture I cry. Every time I read something sentimental I cry.
God knows my tears. Psalm 126:5 says, "Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy." I can't help but think my song of joy is coming. I think God is softening my heart so I can be used by Him. I'm so thankful that I see a change in myself. I'm so thankful that I'm seeing less of myself and more of my Jesus.
God knows my tears. Psalm 126:5 says, "Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy." I can't help but think my song of joy is coming. I think God is softening my heart so I can be used by Him. I'm so thankful that I see a change in myself. I'm so thankful that I'm seeing less of myself and more of my Jesus.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
hair
I think I want a haircut. I always say that, but I never actually follow through and get it cut short. But I really think I want to cut it off this time. Except I didn't put it in the budget this month. So it might have to wait until the first of August. I'm pretty sure it's coming off though.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
pb
So, I should no longer buy peanut butter. I LOVE peanut butter. I can eat spoonful after spoonful and not think twice, except an hour later when I'm thinking, "Why did I eat that?" It's just good stuff. And no, I did not eat a whole jar. I just ate about 2 tablespoons. And also half a pb and j. And also three pb crackers. But that's all of the peanut butter that I ate-yesterday.
On another note, I had someone remind me-quite selflessly, I might add-that had it not been for a certain friend, then I never would have met my husband who has brought me so much joy (see previous blog). So, Kelli Burks, thanks for introducing me to Kyle Walker. I don't know how you knew (she told me-honestly-"If you meet him, you'll marry him."), but you obviously saw something that could be, and is, wonderful. Thank you, friend. You changed my life with your friendship but also with your "meddling". =) I love you!
On another note, I had someone remind me-quite selflessly, I might add-that had it not been for a certain friend, then I never would have met my husband who has brought me so much joy (see previous blog). So, Kelli Burks, thanks for introducing me to Kyle Walker. I don't know how you knew (she told me-honestly-"If you meet him, you'll marry him."), but you obviously saw something that could be, and is, wonderful. Thank you, friend. You changed my life with your friendship but also with your "meddling". =) I love you!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
yesterday
Yesterday was my fifth anniversary of being married to a wonderful man. God has truly blessed me with a husband that is compassionate, faithful, humble, kind, loving, intelligent, and good looking. (I'm sure Kyle would be disappointed if I didn't also mention that he is very strong and very fast.) Kyle is incredible. He truly cares about others and wants people to feel important and special. You can so easily see Christ in him. It's obvious that he is seeking God's heart for his life and his ministry. He makes me want to be more like Jesus. I am so proud to be his wife. Kyle is an amazing husband and man. I loved him immensely on our wedding day, but my love for him has deepened so much since then.
So, Kyle Walker, I love you. You are the man that God knew I needed to be with. You bring joy to my life. I am so glad that God has let me participate in ministry with you. I am so thankful that God has let me do life with you. Though life around us has seemed to crumble at times, my relationship with you has been steady. You have been my best friend. You have loved me at times when I'm sure I've been hard to love. I love you so much, Kyle. I can't wait to see what the future holds, known and unknown. I am so blessed to be married to you.
So, Kyle Walker, I love you. You are the man that God knew I needed to be with. You bring joy to my life. I am so glad that God has let me participate in ministry with you. I am so thankful that God has let me do life with you. Though life around us has seemed to crumble at times, my relationship with you has been steady. You have been my best friend. You have loved me at times when I'm sure I've been hard to love. I love you so much, Kyle. I can't wait to see what the future holds, known and unknown. I am so blessed to be married to you.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
one more thing
My family is going to the beach this week (woo hoo!), and we always play family games. Anyone have any suggestions?
confession
I actually really like Jessica Simpson's new country single "Come On Over." I know, I know, it must be a guilty pleasure. Don't hate me because of my music choices, please. I promise I have more sophisticated taste, too. We'll just say I have rather diverse preferences in music.
That's all.
That's all.
Monday, June 9, 2008
a few insignificant thoughts
One-Summer school starts for students tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. I received a phone call on Friday saying that there weren't as many students registered as they had expected, so we were told we might be losing teachers. I was not too nervous about it because I think I would be happy either way. We ended up only losing one teacher on our grade level. Summer school is going to be a little more work than I expected, but I always enjoy a new challenge. I'm looking forward to seeing how much growth we can achieve in such a short amount of time. I love seeing growth that children make in a classroom. It's so incredibly amazing.
Two-Kyle and I watched Nashville Star tonight. We've never watched it before. There was actually a girl on the show that we knew from Pantego Bible Church. She was one of the best contestants, so that was pretty exciting.
Another thing-I can't believe these gas prices!! I'm so glad that we've budgeted for gas for our trips this summer. And I'm so incredibly thankful I drive a Civic. I love my car, but I love it now more than ever. Thirty-eight miles per gallon has never been so good.
Finally-I would love to be in great shape, but I never want to be a female body builder. It just doesn't appeal to me. Thankfully I don't think my husband wants me to look that way either.
Two-Kyle and I watched Nashville Star tonight. We've never watched it before. There was actually a girl on the show that we knew from Pantego Bible Church. She was one of the best contestants, so that was pretty exciting.
Another thing-I can't believe these gas prices!! I'm so glad that we've budgeted for gas for our trips this summer. And I'm so incredibly thankful I drive a Civic. I love my car, but I love it now more than ever. Thirty-eight miles per gallon has never been so good.
Finally-I would love to be in great shape, but I never want to be a female body builder. It just doesn't appeal to me. Thankfully I don't think my husband wants me to look that way either.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
sometimes
Sometimes I can't help but think that I'm supposed to have a baby right now. I should have a baby with us when we go out to eat. When my cousin and her husband visit they should be playing with the baby. This vacation we should be taking the baby with us. For some reason it didn't happen, though. We may never know why.
I mentioned this to Kyle today. He said he just tries to suppress those feelings. I've definitely gotten better, but there are some days when I still have these types of thoughts. I think it would be wrong for me to completely forget about it. It would be like the baby never happened or mattered. I do think it's helped my mental clarity to take some time off from "trying." I'm not at the point where I feel like I can completely say I'm content with knowing that we may never have children of our own, but I think I'm getting there.
On another note, we leave for vacation in less than a week!! I'm so excited about spending time with my family. These beach trips are some of my favorite childhood memories, so I'm really excited to add more wonderful family times to my long list of great memories.
That's all for tonight. No incredibly deep thoughts. Just ramblings about my mental status. I'm sure it's just thrilling to read about...
I mentioned this to Kyle today. He said he just tries to suppress those feelings. I've definitely gotten better, but there are some days when I still have these types of thoughts. I think it would be wrong for me to completely forget about it. It would be like the baby never happened or mattered. I do think it's helped my mental clarity to take some time off from "trying." I'm not at the point where I feel like I can completely say I'm content with knowing that we may never have children of our own, but I think I'm getting there.
On another note, we leave for vacation in less than a week!! I'm so excited about spending time with my family. These beach trips are some of my favorite childhood memories, so I'm really excited to add more wonderful family times to my long list of great memories.
That's all for tonight. No incredibly deep thoughts. Just ramblings about my mental status. I'm sure it's just thrilling to read about...
Friday, May 30, 2008
thankful
Well, someone out there must have prayed for me, because my hives have cleared up for the first time in about two weeks. I am so thankful for that. Thank you for your prayers.
I was thinking that I have truly lacked a spirit of thankfulness lately. So, I decided to do something about it. I think blogging helps me collect my thoughts, rambling as they may be. I will list some of the incredible things in my life that constantly remind me how blessed I am.
I'm thankful for...
~my husband, who is one of the most selfless people I know. Our marriage works because of who he is and because Christ is in him.
~my job. As frustrating as some days can be, at the end of the year I'm always reminded that I honestly LOVE what I do.
~my family, by blood and by marriage. I cannot begin to tell you how blessed I am with an incredible support system, not just my parents and family but my husband's parents and family as well. I am overwhelmed by the love I feel from all of them.
~my puppies. They make me laugh.
~the ability to read and my library card. I love escaping in a great book.
~people who see the real me. I'm learning that there aren't many people out there who really and truly know me, so I'm so thankful when someone finally gets me.
~beautiful Texas sunsets.
~gorgeous Alabama landscapes.
~elementary school programs. Everyone should go when they don't have a child in the performance. Find the kid that dances his heart out and watch him the whole time. You can't help but laugh and travel back to days that were carefree.
~relaxing days at the beach. (Only two weeks away from my vacation!!!)
~a God who is patient with me, even when I don't understand Him and His ways.
~laughter.
~Cherry Coke Zero. My absolute favorite drink. I could drink gallons of it. I know--I'm incredibly healthy.
~my cousin Jennifer, the sister I never had. She's amazing.
~music. Can't get enough.
~ice cream. It would be an absolute travesty if I didn't mention this one.
~hope.
Alright. Hope that wasn't too terribly cheesy. I think it's good for me to reflect on the good things, well, the great things, in my life. I'm sure that this in not a complete list. Feel free to suggest more. I just know that I really need to shower right now since I went running tonight. Ooh, that's another thing to be thankful for--running water!
I was thinking that I have truly lacked a spirit of thankfulness lately. So, I decided to do something about it. I think blogging helps me collect my thoughts, rambling as they may be. I will list some of the incredible things in my life that constantly remind me how blessed I am.
I'm thankful for...
~my husband, who is one of the most selfless people I know. Our marriage works because of who he is and because Christ is in him.
~my job. As frustrating as some days can be, at the end of the year I'm always reminded that I honestly LOVE what I do.
~my family, by blood and by marriage. I cannot begin to tell you how blessed I am with an incredible support system, not just my parents and family but my husband's parents and family as well. I am overwhelmed by the love I feel from all of them.
~my puppies. They make me laugh.
~the ability to read and my library card. I love escaping in a great book.
~people who see the real me. I'm learning that there aren't many people out there who really and truly know me, so I'm so thankful when someone finally gets me.
~beautiful Texas sunsets.
~gorgeous Alabama landscapes.
~elementary school programs. Everyone should go when they don't have a child in the performance. Find the kid that dances his heart out and watch him the whole time. You can't help but laugh and travel back to days that were carefree.
~relaxing days at the beach. (Only two weeks away from my vacation!!!)
~a God who is patient with me, even when I don't understand Him and His ways.
~laughter.
~Cherry Coke Zero. My absolute favorite drink. I could drink gallons of it. I know--I'm incredibly healthy.
~my cousin Jennifer, the sister I never had. She's amazing.
~music. Can't get enough.
~ice cream. It would be an absolute travesty if I didn't mention this one.
~hope.
Alright. Hope that wasn't too terribly cheesy. I think it's good for me to reflect on the good things, well, the great things, in my life. I'm sure that this in not a complete list. Feel free to suggest more. I just know that I really need to shower right now since I went running tonight. Ooh, that's another thing to be thankful for--running water!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
hives
I am so sick of having hives. I don't know why I have them. I am taking all sorts of medicines to help them go away, and there is no hope in sight. I don't like taking so many meds. Ugh. The allergist has no answers, and I don't know what to do from here.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
drama
I'm not a big fan of drama. I don't think that feelings are trustworthy, and I try not to make decisions based on emotions. Lately I have felt like I'm full of drama. I cry too easily, I get sad too easily. I'm just ready to not feel like that anymore.
Kyle and I had a long talk last night about me. He is such a good man, especially since he can put up with--and supposedly enjoy--life with me. I don't think I'm being the wife I need to be. He says I'm too hard on myself. I battle with pride, doubt, hopelessness. I am not a good person. Fortunately I have a God that makes me who I need to be. I just need to depend on Him more than I depend on myself.
I just need some stability for myself right now. I need some mental clarity.
Kyle and I had a long talk last night about me. He is such a good man, especially since he can put up with--and supposedly enjoy--life with me. I don't think I'm being the wife I need to be. He says I'm too hard on myself. I battle with pride, doubt, hopelessness. I am not a good person. Fortunately I have a God that makes me who I need to be. I just need to depend on Him more than I depend on myself.
I just need some stability for myself right now. I need some mental clarity.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Mother's Day
It has been far too long since I blogged. I'll try to do better.
Sunday, of course, was Mother's Day. I always knew that it would be a difficult day, but I hoped that since I was going to be in Birmingham with family it would be easier. I was flooded with various emotions.
We went to my parents' church. I had contemplated what I would do leading up to the event that occurs every Mother's Day--the recognition of all moms in the room. Kyle and I had discussed whether or not I should stand. I know in my heart that I am a mother, but I don't have a child here on earth to display. I also didn't want to give the impression that I was pregnant, because I'm not. This Sunday, though, the mother recognition was preceded by baby dedication. I was not expecting this.
Parents lined the stage and overflowed to the floor with their babies dressed in Sunday best. They were flanked on each side by siblings of the baby. The preschool minister introduced each family and baby, stated the meaning of the baby's name, and recited a companion scripture to the name meaning. I wanted so desperately to enjoy the moment and laugh with the rest of the congregation at the antics of a few babies and preschoolers. I couldn't though. I broke down in tears. And the thoughts that kept running through my head related to keeping my composure since we hadn't had the greeting yet. I didn't want anyone to feel awkward shaking the hand of a woman with red-rimmed eyes and a nose reddened by crying.
When it came time for mothers to stand, I sat. Part of me feels ashamed for sitting there and not standing--not acknowledging the baby that Kyle and I lost. I later explained to Kyle that motherhood seemed like a club that I desperately wanted to join, but I didn't meet all of the qualifications.
Later at my parents' house, before we left to return to Texas, I wished both of my grandmothers a happy Mother's Day. My mother's mother (who can be a little overwhelming and difficult at times) hugged my neck fiercely and told me happy Mother's Day. She told me that my two babies count just as much. She is the first person and the only person to ever wish me a happy Mother's Day. And surprisingly, it felt good to hear it.
I struggle with how to deal with the emotions that I feel. I honestly long to weep and not feel ashamed at my tears, but there never seems to be an appropriate time. Whenever I do get teary, I fight it down. Even as I write this I yearn to openly cry, and I don't mean with gentle tears rolling down my face. I mean the type of cry with heaving sobs. But I haven't let myself do that in a while. It always just feels like this pressure in my chest waiting for the opportunity to be released. And I still suppress it.
The challenge I face is knowing when to move on. I still don't know if it's okay to cry and weep for that which I lost, or if I should be over that by now. I don't know if it's okay to long desperately for a child which continues to be out of my grasp. When do I stop being sad? When do I start feeling like normal? Maybe I'll never get to that point again. Maybe now I'm a member of a club that not many women want to be a part of.
So, this post is in honor of all the women who long to stand with the other mother's at church. This post is in honor of the women who weep tears of sadness during baby dedication. Happy Mother's Day to you (even though it's two days late). We are tightly knitted together by the ache in our hearts for the children we've never met.
And yet I know, my God is good. He loves me. He is faithful and merciful. I call on Him and He delivers me from all my fear.
Sunday, of course, was Mother's Day. I always knew that it would be a difficult day, but I hoped that since I was going to be in Birmingham with family it would be easier. I was flooded with various emotions.
We went to my parents' church. I had contemplated what I would do leading up to the event that occurs every Mother's Day--the recognition of all moms in the room. Kyle and I had discussed whether or not I should stand. I know in my heart that I am a mother, but I don't have a child here on earth to display. I also didn't want to give the impression that I was pregnant, because I'm not. This Sunday, though, the mother recognition was preceded by baby dedication. I was not expecting this.
Parents lined the stage and overflowed to the floor with their babies dressed in Sunday best. They were flanked on each side by siblings of the baby. The preschool minister introduced each family and baby, stated the meaning of the baby's name, and recited a companion scripture to the name meaning. I wanted so desperately to enjoy the moment and laugh with the rest of the congregation at the antics of a few babies and preschoolers. I couldn't though. I broke down in tears. And the thoughts that kept running through my head related to keeping my composure since we hadn't had the greeting yet. I didn't want anyone to feel awkward shaking the hand of a woman with red-rimmed eyes and a nose reddened by crying.
When it came time for mothers to stand, I sat. Part of me feels ashamed for sitting there and not standing--not acknowledging the baby that Kyle and I lost. I later explained to Kyle that motherhood seemed like a club that I desperately wanted to join, but I didn't meet all of the qualifications.
Later at my parents' house, before we left to return to Texas, I wished both of my grandmothers a happy Mother's Day. My mother's mother (who can be a little overwhelming and difficult at times) hugged my neck fiercely and told me happy Mother's Day. She told me that my two babies count just as much. She is the first person and the only person to ever wish me a happy Mother's Day. And surprisingly, it felt good to hear it.
I struggle with how to deal with the emotions that I feel. I honestly long to weep and not feel ashamed at my tears, but there never seems to be an appropriate time. Whenever I do get teary, I fight it down. Even as I write this I yearn to openly cry, and I don't mean with gentle tears rolling down my face. I mean the type of cry with heaving sobs. But I haven't let myself do that in a while. It always just feels like this pressure in my chest waiting for the opportunity to be released. And I still suppress it.
The challenge I face is knowing when to move on. I still don't know if it's okay to cry and weep for that which I lost, or if I should be over that by now. I don't know if it's okay to long desperately for a child which continues to be out of my grasp. When do I stop being sad? When do I start feeling like normal? Maybe I'll never get to that point again. Maybe now I'm a member of a club that not many women want to be a part of.
So, this post is in honor of all the women who long to stand with the other mother's at church. This post is in honor of the women who weep tears of sadness during baby dedication. Happy Mother's Day to you (even though it's two days late). We are tightly knitted together by the ache in our hearts for the children we've never met.
And yet I know, my God is good. He loves me. He is faithful and merciful. I call on Him and He delivers me from all my fear.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
only me
Sometimes I think that my problems get so big that they are all that I can see. I try to listen and help others. I try to see others' perspectives, but I always end up focusing on myself. I don't like that. It shouldn't be all about me.
Ryan and Kelli Bishop, some dear friends of ours, just got back from a mission trip to Africa. I was able to talk to Kelli on the phone yesterday, and she told me a little about what went on. I was reminded through our conversation how blessed I truly am--not just to live in America--but to have a house, food on the table and in the fridge, clean water, and a husband who loves me. The list of blessings could go on for days. I should even be thankful that Kyle and I were able to write the check to pay the IRS. Isn't it great that God has blessed us so much that we are able to write a check to the government? I know that sounds sarcastic, but I don't mean it to be. God has richly blessed us.
I guess that sometimes God gives me a little reminder to get me out of the muck and mire. That's what His Word says, right? He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet upon a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
I want to live like Jesus. I want to imitate Him. Instead of seeing only my problems and my issues, I want to be able to see things the way that He sees them. I read Ephesians 5:1-2 today. The very first part of those verses says to be imitators of God. I know that He did not intend for me to live life looking only at myself. I know that He wants me to look at others and their needs. I know that He wants me to love others more than myself. That is so very hard to do sometimes, especially when I feel like my muck and mire is justified.
But, even my muck and mire is better than what I deserve. I have a God that loves me. The creator of the universe, the conductor of the breezes and winds, the painter of the sunsets, the architect of the mountains and valleys chooses to have a relationship with me. That is so much more than what I deserve. That is all I need. He sustains me.
Ryan and Kelli Bishop, some dear friends of ours, just got back from a mission trip to Africa. I was able to talk to Kelli on the phone yesterday, and she told me a little about what went on. I was reminded through our conversation how blessed I truly am--not just to live in America--but to have a house, food on the table and in the fridge, clean water, and a husband who loves me. The list of blessings could go on for days. I should even be thankful that Kyle and I were able to write the check to pay the IRS. Isn't it great that God has blessed us so much that we are able to write a check to the government? I know that sounds sarcastic, but I don't mean it to be. God has richly blessed us.
I guess that sometimes God gives me a little reminder to get me out of the muck and mire. That's what His Word says, right? He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet upon a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
I want to live like Jesus. I want to imitate Him. Instead of seeing only my problems and my issues, I want to be able to see things the way that He sees them. I read Ephesians 5:1-2 today. The very first part of those verses says to be imitators of God. I know that He did not intend for me to live life looking only at myself. I know that He wants me to look at others and their needs. I know that He wants me to love others more than myself. That is so very hard to do sometimes, especially when I feel like my muck and mire is justified.
But, even my muck and mire is better than what I deserve. I have a God that loves me. The creator of the universe, the conductor of the breezes and winds, the painter of the sunsets, the architect of the mountains and valleys chooses to have a relationship with me. That is so much more than what I deserve. That is all I need. He sustains me.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
bad day
I had a bad day yesterday. There were some issues going on that just made yesterday hard to handle. Too hard. It was the first time I've really let myself say out loud, "It's just not fair." It was the first time that I actually felt like the load was too much to bear. It was one of the hardest days I've had in a long, long time.
The thing is, I know that life is not fair. I know that I already have more than I deserve. I'm so very thankful for my husband. He is such a blessing in my life.
So if you happen to stumble across my blog today or tomorrow or any time in the next few days, please pray for me. I need peace and comfort in a pretty big way right now. I don't want answers because I know I won't get them. I just need peace.
The thing is, I know that life is not fair. I know that I already have more than I deserve. I'm so very thankful for my husband. He is such a blessing in my life.
So if you happen to stumble across my blog today or tomorrow or any time in the next few days, please pray for me. I need peace and comfort in a pretty big way right now. I don't want answers because I know I won't get them. I just need peace.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
due date
Today's the day.
My friend Jennifer is here, so that is keeping me busy and keeping my mind off of it. But it's always there in the back of my mind, something that will never go away. I did cry last night. I was alone in my car picking up a pizza and remembered that the day before the D and C we had picked up a pizza from Mama's. Now the night before my due date I was picking up a pizza from the same place. It's weird how little things like that will have an effect on you.
However, God is good. He knows my heart. He loves me; I am His child. I'm reminded right now of the verses in Matthew and Luke that talk about how an earthly father wouldn't give his child a stone if he asked for bread or a snake if he asked for fish, so how much more our heavenly Father knows how to give us good gifts, the Holy Spirit. Having the presence of God with me all the time is an incredible, priceless gift. So even when the sky is gray and storm clouds are building, I have my God. Even when the damage left by the storm is severe, I have my God. Even when the damage seems unrepairable, that's right, I have my God.
He will never leave me or forsake me. He is with me always. I hope that you, reader of this blog, know this God that never abandons. I hope that you have met this Savior that is the source of hope. I hope that you will know the love of a Heavenly Father that is greater than any love you will ever give or receive from someone on this earth.
Sometimes the best thing I can do is give up on trying to put the pieces back together. I'll let the Creator of the puzzle do that.
My friend Jennifer is here, so that is keeping me busy and keeping my mind off of it. But it's always there in the back of my mind, something that will never go away. I did cry last night. I was alone in my car picking up a pizza and remembered that the day before the D and C we had picked up a pizza from Mama's. Now the night before my due date I was picking up a pizza from the same place. It's weird how little things like that will have an effect on you.
However, God is good. He knows my heart. He loves me; I am His child. I'm reminded right now of the verses in Matthew and Luke that talk about how an earthly father wouldn't give his child a stone if he asked for bread or a snake if he asked for fish, so how much more our heavenly Father knows how to give us good gifts, the Holy Spirit. Having the presence of God with me all the time is an incredible, priceless gift. So even when the sky is gray and storm clouds are building, I have my God. Even when the damage left by the storm is severe, I have my God. Even when the damage seems unrepairable, that's right, I have my God.
He will never leave me or forsake me. He is with me always. I hope that you, reader of this blog, know this God that never abandons. I hope that you have met this Savior that is the source of hope. I hope that you will know the love of a Heavenly Father that is greater than any love you will ever give or receive from someone on this earth.
Sometimes the best thing I can do is give up on trying to put the pieces back together. I'll let the Creator of the puzzle do that.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
hope
Today I have this great sense of hope. I can't explain why because I don't know why. I went to the grocery store to get some supplies for a cake, and the clerk said that I look happy. I thought that was really odd to hear, but as I was leaving I realized that I had been smiling throughout the store. I probably looked like a fool. Who walks through the grocery store by herself smiling? It doesn't matter, though. I do feel good today.
One of Kyle's responsibilities with church is to write the home team curriculum. He looks at the pastor's notes for Sunday's sermon, then picks out a new passage of Scripture that covers the same topic. This week Keith's sermon is on fear. Kyle has picked out Psalm 34 to study with home teams. I'm so glad that he and I started memorizing that passage. On Monday I was very sad and blue. This week was the six month mark of the miscarriage, and our due date is one week away from today. Needless to say, it's been a challenging week. But as Kyle and I lay in bed on Monday night, I started quoting Psalm 34 through my tears. It's a great reminder that God cares, listens, and satisfies. He sustains me.
So the hope that I have today is not from me. It's from my God. He gives rest to the weary, care to the hurting, and hope to the hopeless. He is the only one who can do that. He is worthy to be praised.
One of Kyle's responsibilities with church is to write the home team curriculum. He looks at the pastor's notes for Sunday's sermon, then picks out a new passage of Scripture that covers the same topic. This week Keith's sermon is on fear. Kyle has picked out Psalm 34 to study with home teams. I'm so glad that he and I started memorizing that passage. On Monday I was very sad and blue. This week was the six month mark of the miscarriage, and our due date is one week away from today. Needless to say, it's been a challenging week. But as Kyle and I lay in bed on Monday night, I started quoting Psalm 34 through my tears. It's a great reminder that God cares, listens, and satisfies. He sustains me.
So the hope that I have today is not from me. It's from my God. He gives rest to the weary, care to the hurting, and hope to the hopeless. He is the only one who can do that. He is worthy to be praised.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
effort
Some days I love my job. This year it's been harder to say that. But some days, I absolutely LOVE it because there is no doubt that it's what I'm meant to do.
I have been tutoring students in small groups lately even more than normal. My co-teacher and I have figured out a way for us to each tutor for an hour and a half two days a week rather than just thirty minutes each. I tutor on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so today was my day to meet for intense small group instruction.
There is one girl in my class who consistently puts forth an effort. This girl is trying hard every time she walks in the classroom door, and she's excited to be there--for tutoring! How many children are actually excited that they have to be tutored? She comes in smiling and ready to put for an amazing effort to improve. Her mom actually told me at open house that her daughter doesn't like to read, but ever since she's been in my class she wants to read at home. It makes me feel incredible to know that she has been impacted this way. I honestly don't think it's anything I've truly done. I just try to communicate my love of reading to my whole entire class. I tell them about the books I'm reading and get excited about the books I'm going to read to them.
As I write about this girl, I can't help but think about my Jesus. I truly do love to read, and it's obvious to my students. I truly do love my Jesus, and I hope that it's just as obvious to my coworkers as my love for reading is to my students. But see, it's my job to teach the students to become better readers, to prepare them for adulthood. But it's an even greater call on my life to glorify God and have more people love Him and glorify Him. I don't know if I talk about Jesus to my friends the way that I talk about books to my students. I don't know if my eyes light up when I talk about the things that Jesus has done in my life, if I even talk about that enough to my friends.
Life is short. I know it's silly, but if you've read Kyle's blog you'll see this about me. I can be, well, a little cluttered. One of my biggest fears, honestly, is that I will die suddenly while my room is messy. Someone will come in to help Kyle out and see that I didn't pick up my laundry that day or put up my make-up or put away my blow dryer and hair straightener. Rather than worrying about things like that, I need to have a spiritual mindset about my friends. Not only is my life short, but their lives are short too. I'm not guaranteed tomorrow to be with my friend. Every day counts. Every smile, every tear, every kind word, every piece of gossip, every hug, everything matters. I make a huge effort every day to help my students love reading, to help my students prepare for life, to help my students pass TAKS. I just hope that I make more of an effort to be Jesus to the people around me. That's real life. That's eternal.
I have been tutoring students in small groups lately even more than normal. My co-teacher and I have figured out a way for us to each tutor for an hour and a half two days a week rather than just thirty minutes each. I tutor on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so today was my day to meet for intense small group instruction.
There is one girl in my class who consistently puts forth an effort. This girl is trying hard every time she walks in the classroom door, and she's excited to be there--for tutoring! How many children are actually excited that they have to be tutored? She comes in smiling and ready to put for an amazing effort to improve. Her mom actually told me at open house that her daughter doesn't like to read, but ever since she's been in my class she wants to read at home. It makes me feel incredible to know that she has been impacted this way. I honestly don't think it's anything I've truly done. I just try to communicate my love of reading to my whole entire class. I tell them about the books I'm reading and get excited about the books I'm going to read to them.
As I write about this girl, I can't help but think about my Jesus. I truly do love to read, and it's obvious to my students. I truly do love my Jesus, and I hope that it's just as obvious to my coworkers as my love for reading is to my students. But see, it's my job to teach the students to become better readers, to prepare them for adulthood. But it's an even greater call on my life to glorify God and have more people love Him and glorify Him. I don't know if I talk about Jesus to my friends the way that I talk about books to my students. I don't know if my eyes light up when I talk about the things that Jesus has done in my life, if I even talk about that enough to my friends.
Life is short. I know it's silly, but if you've read Kyle's blog you'll see this about me. I can be, well, a little cluttered. One of my biggest fears, honestly, is that I will die suddenly while my room is messy. Someone will come in to help Kyle out and see that I didn't pick up my laundry that day or put up my make-up or put away my blow dryer and hair straightener. Rather than worrying about things like that, I need to have a spiritual mindset about my friends. Not only is my life short, but their lives are short too. I'm not guaranteed tomorrow to be with my friend. Every day counts. Every smile, every tear, every kind word, every piece of gossip, every hug, everything matters. I make a huge effort every day to help my students love reading, to help my students prepare for life, to help my students pass TAKS. I just hope that I make more of an effort to be Jesus to the people around me. That's real life. That's eternal.
Monday, March 24, 2008
two weeks
Today a friend of mine at work told me that her sister and brother in law are pregnant again. They just had a miscarriage last month, but immediately got pregnant afterwards, had a sonogram, and saw the heartbeat at six weeks. They feel like it's okay to tell everyone now that they saw the heartbeat. Normally it would make my heart twinge to hear that they got pregnant again so quickly. Today was different. It made me sad. It broke me.
Kyle and I saw our baby's heartbeat, too, at eight weeks. We thought it was safe to tell people at ten weeks. We found out the baby had died at twelve weeks. Our baby would be due in less than two weeks now. We'll never know if it was a boy or a girl. We'll never know the joy of holding that baby in our arms this side of heaven. It's been difficult lately to see the swollen bellies of other pregnant women. I envy that. I ache for that. It's hard not to feel like it should be me. Today is the first time in a few months that I have felt hopeless.
I know that I should expect the next couple of weeks to feel that way. I know that I should even expect the couple of weeks after that to feel the same, knowing that we should now have a baby at home waking us up at night, depriving us of wanted sleep, but adding a new joy to our lives.
I'm still not sure where this road leads. I know that the past four and a half years of marriage with Kyle have been incredible. I wouldn't trade that time at all. I do know that I always thought our road would lead to children. We'll see. God knows. Normally I'm okay with the not knowing part. Today, I will admit, it's much harder. Today the not knowing is hurting deeply.
Kyle and I saw our baby's heartbeat, too, at eight weeks. We thought it was safe to tell people at ten weeks. We found out the baby had died at twelve weeks. Our baby would be due in less than two weeks now. We'll never know if it was a boy or a girl. We'll never know the joy of holding that baby in our arms this side of heaven. It's been difficult lately to see the swollen bellies of other pregnant women. I envy that. I ache for that. It's hard not to feel like it should be me. Today is the first time in a few months that I have felt hopeless.
I know that I should expect the next couple of weeks to feel that way. I know that I should even expect the couple of weeks after that to feel the same, knowing that we should now have a baby at home waking us up at night, depriving us of wanted sleep, but adding a new joy to our lives.
I'm still not sure where this road leads. I know that the past four and a half years of marriage with Kyle have been incredible. I wouldn't trade that time at all. I do know that I always thought our road would lead to children. We'll see. God knows. Normally I'm okay with the not knowing part. Today, I will admit, it's much harder. Today the not knowing is hurting deeply.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
stress
I have been stressed lately. Between TAKS and other things going on, I have found little time to date my husband. I think that dating my husband is a stress relief for me. We're going to take care of that, though. Kyle and I are going to Fredericksburg next Sunday through Tuesday. We'll be staying at a bed and breakfast called Rose Hill Manor. Just in case you're interested, the website is www.rose-hill.com. We are so excited.
I am so thankful that God is good to remind me of scripture. Last week, in the midst of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, I asked Kyle about a scripture. I knew there was a verse that started out, "Let us no grow weary in doing good..." but I couldn't remember the rest or where it was found. Kyle looked it up in Galations. It's chapter six, verse nine. "Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."
I have found myself needing encouragement lately. I have felt the stresses of work (well, and life) building up and getting to me. I am so thankful that the Holy Spirit is in me. There is no way that on my own I can recall that scripture (which I never remember memorizing, by the way). I believe that the Holy Spirit knew that I needed a reminder of why I do what I do. When I don't see a friend come to know Jesus in my own timing I feel like I'm failing. But the Holy Spirit reminds me that I don't need to give up, that the harvest will be reaped according to God's timing, not my own. I just need to keep fighting the good fight.
I am so thankful that God is good to remind me of scripture. Last week, in the midst of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, I asked Kyle about a scripture. I knew there was a verse that started out, "Let us no grow weary in doing good..." but I couldn't remember the rest or where it was found. Kyle looked it up in Galations. It's chapter six, verse nine. "Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."
I have found myself needing encouragement lately. I have felt the stresses of work (well, and life) building up and getting to me. I am so thankful that the Holy Spirit is in me. There is no way that on my own I can recall that scripture (which I never remember memorizing, by the way). I believe that the Holy Spirit knew that I needed a reminder of why I do what I do. When I don't see a friend come to know Jesus in my own timing I feel like I'm failing. But the Holy Spirit reminds me that I don't need to give up, that the harvest will be reaped according to God's timing, not my own. I just need to keep fighting the good fight.
Monday, February 18, 2008
a pretty bow
This weekend Kyle and I were able to go to Passion in Dallas. Initially I was not really looking forward to attending. I knew that I would be emotional with everything that has been going on. I also was fearful that I would be somewhat resentful towards God about the past few months. I was overwhelmingly surprised.
The worship was incredible, the messages were convicting and encouraging. That was definitely the best way for me to spend my weekend. Even though I was completely worn out at the end, I know that God did some great things in the lives of college students, and He renewed my hope.
Louie told a story about a girl who became a Christian and died just a couple of months later. He shared about a correspondence that he had established with this girl's father, who is not a Christian. He told us that we shouldn't expect a "bow" at the end of the weekend (like the dad was going to come out and pray for the event). I think that might be an example of real faith. I think real faith is believing in God and His goodness even when things are not going to be in pretty packages. It's so easy to quote Romans 8:28 to people who are struggling through awful and devastating things. But what if we don't ever see the good? What if we don't ever see the good behind a senseless tragedy? I don't think we will always find the good in every situation. There are some things that we will never understand. I think that's where faith comes in: believing that God is God and I am not and things don't have to be good for me to love Him and put my trust in Him. Anyone can have a faith in a God that wraps everything up in a pretty package. It's much harder to have faith when it seems like we've been handed a garbage can full of junk instead of a beautiful bow.
I don't want faith to be easy. Faith is something that we should wrestle with, something to work out with fear and trembling. If it was supposed to be easy then why would Jesus say that, "small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." Why would he say that, "Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves his son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me; and anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me"? These are hard things to hear. Faith is challenging. If it was obvious, then it wouldn't be faith.
The worship was incredible, the messages were convicting and encouraging. That was definitely the best way for me to spend my weekend. Even though I was completely worn out at the end, I know that God did some great things in the lives of college students, and He renewed my hope.
Louie told a story about a girl who became a Christian and died just a couple of months later. He shared about a correspondence that he had established with this girl's father, who is not a Christian. He told us that we shouldn't expect a "bow" at the end of the weekend (like the dad was going to come out and pray for the event). I think that might be an example of real faith. I think real faith is believing in God and His goodness even when things are not going to be in pretty packages. It's so easy to quote Romans 8:28 to people who are struggling through awful and devastating things. But what if we don't ever see the good? What if we don't ever see the good behind a senseless tragedy? I don't think we will always find the good in every situation. There are some things that we will never understand. I think that's where faith comes in: believing that God is God and I am not and things don't have to be good for me to love Him and put my trust in Him. Anyone can have a faith in a God that wraps everything up in a pretty package. It's much harder to have faith when it seems like we've been handed a garbage can full of junk instead of a beautiful bow.
I don't want faith to be easy. Faith is something that we should wrestle with, something to work out with fear and trembling. If it was supposed to be easy then why would Jesus say that, "small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." Why would he say that, "Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves his son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me; and anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me"? These are hard things to hear. Faith is challenging. If it was obvious, then it wouldn't be faith.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
movie
Kyle and I went to see a movie tonight. We had a great time. I love my husband very much, and he loves me too.
I really want to have the type of marriage that shows others who God is. I want others to say that no God can save or love or heal or forgive like our God can. I want to glorify God through our marriage.
Short blog tonight. It's late. I want to talk about Passion, but it will wait. I'll post more tomorrow.
I really want to have the type of marriage that shows others who God is. I want others to say that no God can save or love or heal or forgive like our God can. I want to glorify God through our marriage.
Short blog tonight. It's late. I want to talk about Passion, but it will wait. I'll post more tomorrow.
Monday, February 11, 2008
when there's a deviation from the plan
I had wanted to be pregnant this month. I had wanted to get pregnant in January so that I would be past the twelve week mark by the time my original due date came around. Momentarily, I thought that was going to happen.
Sometimes things don't go according to my plan. Well, a lot of times, things don't go according to my plan.
I have now experienced my second miscarriage. This one was not as far along as the other one. This one was only five to five and a half weeks. Another miscarriage was definitely not in my plan. The surprising thing is that I have not felt this peaceful and confident since September 26, which was the first miscarriage. I believe that there are so many people praying for me that there's no way I can fall. I know that there are many people praying that don't even know why they are praying for me. They just know there's a need, and they're responding to the Holy Spirit.
So, as I sit here telling the world about what's going on in my life, I know that there is more to this small blog than just my story. I know that my small story is intertwined with someone else's. God is a beautiful tapestry weaver. There is none like Him.
If you read this and feel sorry for Kyle and me, I ask you not to feel that way. I have shed tears, and I'm sure I'll shed more. But I also know that there is more to life than getting pregnant. As awesome as it may be to carry a child in the womb, I know that my calling is to glorify God with my whole life, full womb or empty womb.
Life can be a hard untraveled road to traverse. But sometimes when you come around a curve in that bumpy path there can be a beautiful display of God's creation. Sometimes the best plans are the ones that don't go just the way you planned them.
Sometimes things don't go according to my plan. Well, a lot of times, things don't go according to my plan.
I have now experienced my second miscarriage. This one was not as far along as the other one. This one was only five to five and a half weeks. Another miscarriage was definitely not in my plan. The surprising thing is that I have not felt this peaceful and confident since September 26, which was the first miscarriage. I believe that there are so many people praying for me that there's no way I can fall. I know that there are many people praying that don't even know why they are praying for me. They just know there's a need, and they're responding to the Holy Spirit.
So, as I sit here telling the world about what's going on in my life, I know that there is more to this small blog than just my story. I know that my small story is intertwined with someone else's. God is a beautiful tapestry weaver. There is none like Him.
If you read this and feel sorry for Kyle and me, I ask you not to feel that way. I have shed tears, and I'm sure I'll shed more. But I also know that there is more to life than getting pregnant. As awesome as it may be to carry a child in the womb, I know that my calling is to glorify God with my whole life, full womb or empty womb.
Life can be a hard untraveled road to traverse. But sometimes when you come around a curve in that bumpy path there can be a beautiful display of God's creation. Sometimes the best plans are the ones that don't go just the way you planned them.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
listening
How beautiful are the feet that bring good news.
I know that this scripture is referencing the gospel, but I think that sometimes it can apply in other situations. I have an old dear friend of mine who listened to the Holy Spirit and gave me a call yesterday. He called to share a scripture that he had been praying over me. It was what God wanted me to hear. You see, this is not the first time that this particular friend has been prompted by the Spirit. His life displays a pattern of following God's call. So yesterday, even though it was a phone call, his feet were beautiful.
I pray that I will listen to the Holy Spirit. I pray that I will be so in tune with the Holy Spirit that I will know exactly when and how to minister to others. I pray that Christ will be glorified in the way I live my life.
My friend, you told me that you read my blog. So I'm writing this in hope that you will read and be encouraged. You are a true man after God's heart. You have always been my Barnabas. Today is a much brighter day. That doesn't mean that everything will work out the way that I always thought it would. It does mean that I know that God is in control, and that through all of the experiences in my life, and the lives of people like you, that, "many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord." That's what it's all about.
I know that this scripture is referencing the gospel, but I think that sometimes it can apply in other situations. I have an old dear friend of mine who listened to the Holy Spirit and gave me a call yesterday. He called to share a scripture that he had been praying over me. It was what God wanted me to hear. You see, this is not the first time that this particular friend has been prompted by the Spirit. His life displays a pattern of following God's call. So yesterday, even though it was a phone call, his feet were beautiful.
I pray that I will listen to the Holy Spirit. I pray that I will be so in tune with the Holy Spirit that I will know exactly when and how to minister to others. I pray that Christ will be glorified in the way I live my life.
My friend, you told me that you read my blog. So I'm writing this in hope that you will read and be encouraged. You are a true man after God's heart. You have always been my Barnabas. Today is a much brighter day. That doesn't mean that everything will work out the way that I always thought it would. It does mean that I know that God is in control, and that through all of the experiences in my life, and the lives of people like you, that, "many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord." That's what it's all about.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
fear
I'm not sure how to get over fear. Kyle and I were talking about it last night. He asked me if memorizing scripture helped. I was in such a worried fearful mood that I wasn't sure how to answer. Then this morning, when I was feeling uneasy, I started saying Psalm 34: 1-9 in my head over and over. I guess the only thing I know how to do is pray that passage. I know that God is good. I know that He is faithful. The hard part is just letting go of the things that I have no control over.
I'm very unsettled today. But, I know in the midst of internal chaos, Jesus calms the storms. He's all I need.
I'm very unsettled today. But, I know in the midst of internal chaos, Jesus calms the storms. He's all I need.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
winter
I cannot stand cold weather, especially when it comes to car rider duty at school. It has been absolutely frigid the past couple of days. And yesterday I forgot a hat, scarf and gloves, so that didn't help at all.
Even though I don't like cold weather, I absolutely love winter food. Chicken and dumplings, chili, any type of soup. All of that makes me happy. There is nothing like a good bowl of soup in front of a fire. It truly is little things that bring joy during busy lives. I need to remember to be thankful for the little things.
Kyle and I are up to verse seven in Psalm 34. It's funny when God actually brings scripture to mind that you have memorized. (I don't know why I am always surprised by that. Of course, Jessica, that's one of the ways the Holy Spirit works.) I've used those verses at several different points this week. In particular, I've used verse 4, "I sought the Lord and he answered me. He delivered me from all my fears." I've had some fears lately, but I have confidence that God will deliver me from those fears as long as I'm seeking him.
God is good. God loves me. God loves you. God is going to deliver you from all your fears.
Even though I don't like cold weather, I absolutely love winter food. Chicken and dumplings, chili, any type of soup. All of that makes me happy. There is nothing like a good bowl of soup in front of a fire. It truly is little things that bring joy during busy lives. I need to remember to be thankful for the little things.
Kyle and I are up to verse seven in Psalm 34. It's funny when God actually brings scripture to mind that you have memorized. (I don't know why I am always surprised by that. Of course, Jessica, that's one of the ways the Holy Spirit works.) I've used those verses at several different points this week. In particular, I've used verse 4, "I sought the Lord and he answered me. He delivered me from all my fears." I've had some fears lately, but I have confidence that God will deliver me from those fears as long as I'm seeking him.
God is good. God loves me. God loves you. God is going to deliver you from all your fears.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
money
I wish money was not a source of stress for me. I wish Kyle and I had more money to give away. It's hard to know the difference between giving to the point of faith and being foolish.
But, God is the provider. He's the source of our income. He is the one that tells us how to budget our money. I've got to trust God to show us how to divide the money. That's an issue of trust. It's a learning process. I'm glad that God's a good teacher.
But, God is the provider. He's the source of our income. He is the one that tells us how to budget our money. I've got to trust God to show us how to divide the money. That's an issue of trust. It's a learning process. I'm glad that God's a good teacher.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Fun, fun, fun
We have a dog, Moses, who we just got on the first of December. We have another dog, Timber, who is four and a half. We were worried that Timber might not be accepting of Moses. But it has brought so much joy to our lives to have both of these dogs around. We laugh at them all the time.
My parents bought Moses for us in Canton. When we were getting in the car to take him home we discovered that he was born the same day we had the miscarriage. I'm not really superstitious (I'm just a little stitious, for all you fans of "The Office"). I just think that we needed joy, and it was a reminder that God provides joy in the midst of difficulty and sadness.
I think that Kyle and I need to post a video of Moses chasing Timber around the house. It's hilarious. Maybe it would bring a little bit of joy to someone else.
My parents bought Moses for us in Canton. When we were getting in the car to take him home we discovered that he was born the same day we had the miscarriage. I'm not really superstitious (I'm just a little stitious, for all you fans of "The Office"). I just think that we needed joy, and it was a reminder that God provides joy in the midst of difficulty and sadness.
I think that Kyle and I need to post a video of Moses chasing Timber around the house. It's hilarious. Maybe it would bring a little bit of joy to someone else.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Being Healthy
Last night when Kyle was saying our blessing over our food, he prayed that God would help us be more healthy, physically and spiritually. That spiritual part surprised me, but it shouldn't have.
Every new year most people make New Year's resolutions. I don't know the exact statistics, but I'm sure an abundance of people decide that this will be the year that they start working out or lose weight. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that's a bad thing. That's a great thing. I'm trying to get back on track myself. But in the midst of trying to eat better and work out more, I sometimes forget that my spiritual health is just as important.
On New Year's Eve Kyle and I played cards with my parents. He asked everyone if they had any goals for 2008. I said I wanted to increase my vocabulary (that's such a dorky teachery thing to say). My mom wants to read her Bible more. Kyle said he wanted to memorize more Scripture. Kyle and I actually started that night, but haven't really worked on it together since. We decided to start with Psalm 34. Our verse that we chose as the purpose for our marriage is Psalm 34:3, so we decided the rest of the chapter might be a great place to start.
It honestly frustrates me that I'm not good at focusing my attention on many things. I want to be a great wife, I want to eat healthy, I want to exercise, I want to be a great teacher, and so many more things. It's like I have life focus ADD. I think that if I just made it my goal each and every day to glorify God, then my other priorities would take shape.
Even if I was in the best shape of my life and eating right, but I wasn't glorifying God, I wouldn't be a healthy person. This year I do want to be healthy. I want to be an active individual who eats right. But I also want to be someone who is obviously loving God and glorifying Him. That's a true sign of health.
Every new year most people make New Year's resolutions. I don't know the exact statistics, but I'm sure an abundance of people decide that this will be the year that they start working out or lose weight. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that's a bad thing. That's a great thing. I'm trying to get back on track myself. But in the midst of trying to eat better and work out more, I sometimes forget that my spiritual health is just as important.
On New Year's Eve Kyle and I played cards with my parents. He asked everyone if they had any goals for 2008. I said I wanted to increase my vocabulary (that's such a dorky teachery thing to say). My mom wants to read her Bible more. Kyle said he wanted to memorize more Scripture. Kyle and I actually started that night, but haven't really worked on it together since. We decided to start with Psalm 34. Our verse that we chose as the purpose for our marriage is Psalm 34:3, so we decided the rest of the chapter might be a great place to start.
It honestly frustrates me that I'm not good at focusing my attention on many things. I want to be a great wife, I want to eat healthy, I want to exercise, I want to be a great teacher, and so many more things. It's like I have life focus ADD. I think that if I just made it my goal each and every day to glorify God, then my other priorities would take shape.
Even if I was in the best shape of my life and eating right, but I wasn't glorifying God, I wouldn't be a healthy person. This year I do want to be healthy. I want to be an active individual who eats right. But I also want to be someone who is obviously loving God and glorifying Him. That's a true sign of health.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Late Night
I really should be asleep right now. I've got school tomorrow, and I still need to finalize some plans in my head. The last thing I should be doing right now is blogging. But, I'm doing it anyway.
Today as Kyle and I were driving home from church we turned on the air conditioner. We were in my car, and normally the ac turns on immediately with cold air. Today, however, the ac made a funny noise and never completely cooled down. We think that there must be a problem. Now I don't know anything about cars, so it could be something as simple as putting freon in the car, or it could be more complicated. I'm not sure. The thing that I thought was wonderful, though, was that it's January, and we have a problem with the ac in our car. It's a problem that doesn't have to be fixed now. We can budget it in and fix it around March or so. Normally I would be, well, not in a panic, but a little nervous and stressed about how we would pay for a car repair. This time I was able to see that God is taking care of us with this car repair. It could have happened in the middle of the summer, but it happened in winter. So I am thankful that I have an ac problem.
Today at church Keith said that it's a big deal for us to be able to go through dark times and still know that we have a good God. Now our car problem is not a dark time. It's just an inconvenience. But the other things that have happened this year have been dark. But even during the seemingly hopeless points, I knew and I still know that my God is good and that I can trust him. When I have had flashes of pain and hurt and grief, Kyle has reminded me that God is a good God. The song "You Are God Alone" says, "And right now in the good times and bad You are on Your throne. You are God alone." That is true. Today is not a bad time. God is still in control. Three months ago during the miscarriage was a bad time. God was in control. Six months ago in St. John was an incredible time. God was in control. One month ago during the death of two friends was a hard time. God was in control. Who knows what one month, three months, or six months from now will be like. But God is in control. And He is good. And He has always, always been faithful. He has never given me any reason to doubt Him. Even if we go through the death of another friend or a baby, God is still faithful in those times. Even if we have an awesome year full of great things, God is still faithful in those times. In all that happens, He is in control. We live for His glory.
Today as Kyle and I were driving home from church we turned on the air conditioner. We were in my car, and normally the ac turns on immediately with cold air. Today, however, the ac made a funny noise and never completely cooled down. We think that there must be a problem. Now I don't know anything about cars, so it could be something as simple as putting freon in the car, or it could be more complicated. I'm not sure. The thing that I thought was wonderful, though, was that it's January, and we have a problem with the ac in our car. It's a problem that doesn't have to be fixed now. We can budget it in and fix it around March or so. Normally I would be, well, not in a panic, but a little nervous and stressed about how we would pay for a car repair. This time I was able to see that God is taking care of us with this car repair. It could have happened in the middle of the summer, but it happened in winter. So I am thankful that I have an ac problem.
Today at church Keith said that it's a big deal for us to be able to go through dark times and still know that we have a good God. Now our car problem is not a dark time. It's just an inconvenience. But the other things that have happened this year have been dark. But even during the seemingly hopeless points, I knew and I still know that my God is good and that I can trust him. When I have had flashes of pain and hurt and grief, Kyle has reminded me that God is a good God. The song "You Are God Alone" says, "And right now in the good times and bad You are on Your throne. You are God alone." That is true. Today is not a bad time. God is still in control. Three months ago during the miscarriage was a bad time. God was in control. Six months ago in St. John was an incredible time. God was in control. One month ago during the death of two friends was a hard time. God was in control. Who knows what one month, three months, or six months from now will be like. But God is in control. And He is good. And He has always, always been faithful. He has never given me any reason to doubt Him. Even if we go through the death of another friend or a baby, God is still faithful in those times. Even if we have an awesome year full of great things, God is still faithful in those times. In all that happens, He is in control. We live for His glory.
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