Archive for September, 2008

Only for a season

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

A few days ago I was desperately trying to get dinner on the table. I knew our chicken probably couldn’t stand any more time in the fridge. I had Sarah in the highchair playing with toys and Abigail in the kitchen helper. I was finishing up the dishes and about to get started on dinner when Abigail decided she didn’t have anything to do and Sarah decided she was bored with her toys. Sarah started wailing and Abigail climbed down, lifting up her arms and calling to be held.

I sighed a very deep sigh. (more…)

Newton’s First Law

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

I recently discovered something about my marriage. My husband and I hold pretty much the same values and share the same faith and have many of the same tastes and preferences. However, we have very different personalities.

I have realized that my husband and I are living examples of Newton’s first law of physics. You know the one: an object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. (more…)

Thank you God for the hardships

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

I’ve missed my blog. I’ve missed writing.

I am such a torrent of emotions. I don’t know where to start. I know my journal is not private. Do I guard my words or do I release my heart? Would it help or hurt others and me? (more…)

Manna

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

Today at lunch Abigail snubbed the lettuce wrap I served her. She’s eaten it before and really enjoyed it; it simply wasn’t what she wanted today. She’s been doing that a lot lately, it’s probably a way of exercising her independence. I occasionally will try to figure out what she wants and give it to her, but today I had made lettuce wraps and didn’t want to make anything else.

It reminded me of the Israelites in the wilderness who complained about the manna from heaven. Like Abigail, the Israelites were completely dependent upon someone else for their food. God, in his grace and love provided good food for them, manna. Like Abigail, they were not satisfied, they complained bitterly, they wanted something else, they cried for meat. (more…)

Prayers for our Children

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

I wrote this Monday night, after we learned we may have miscarried, but before we we certain. When I wrote it I was highly doubtful that my pregnancy test would come back positive, but it did. I decided to leave it as is:

After last week I felt compelled to pray for any of our children that I may not yet know. I prayed that if we had children in this world somewhere already that the Lord would be with them. I prayed that they not feel lonely; I asked that they not suffer or hurt too much in this world without us. I had no idea how real those prayers would come to be to me so quickly. (more…)

Lost and Discovered

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

I just learned I had a miscarraige on Monday.

We weren’t sure, so I had my midwife do a blood pregnancy test to look for any traces of hormone that might still be in my system. If the results came back negative, we wouldn’t ever know for sure. They came back positive. (more…)

Blueberries

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

This morning Abigail had Cherrios and frozen blueberries for breakfast. She was drenched in blueberry juice before she was finished. I laughed and brought out a mirror to show her her messy face. She looked very surprised at her face covered in purple. (more…)

Highest and Best

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

Today I was preparing a package to ship to a friend. In it I included a book “Honor your Father and Mother: The fifth commandment for little ones” for her little girl. It comes from Doorposts, a company that produces resources to help parents raise their children in the Lord.

One of the pages spoke of “neglecting duties that are clearly mine while busying myself with other activities that are not my responsibility.” (more…)

A Friend Indeed

Monday, September 1st, 2008

I am very blessed to have a great friend who lives nearby. I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like and through no fault of her own she’s horribly unreliable for play dates as she’s on call 24/7, but when I need her: she comes. She drops everything and comes. I am very blessed.