I inspired my hubby. He has re-joined the blogging world after quite the hiatus because all the other social media that takes up his time and of course the job that pays the bills. However, let me clarify something, since he accused me of using his facebook thereby only committing assisted social suicide. Its not true. Yes, I used it once to announce an event to our small group of 20 somethings since I didn't have all their email address' yet but that is it!! I am not stalking anyone behind the walls of my hubby's facebook page.
So, theres the truth!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Victory at Jimmy Johns
Our kid did it!! He landed himself a job at this place.
It was cool the way it happened too. Brian asked me to take him by there at 2 yesterday because thats when the manager was going to be there. Jared had himself convinced he would walk in and walk out in 2 seconds since that is what had been happening at other places up to this point. But he walked in and 1 minute later he text me to say the manager was about to sit and chat with him. As a mom I felt disappointed because he could have been dressed better but thats just the type-A in me. Anyway, an hour later he came out smiling and said things went really well and he felt he'd connected with both managers. They told Jared to call them back if he hadn't heard anything by next Tuesday. I felt dejected by this but he vowed when he got home to continue to pursue other positions until something clicked.
We had barely walked in the door when the phone rang and Jared was shouting my name like a giddy school girl. "I GOT THE JOB!!!!"
He starts today as the mom in me groans, we've hit another milestone which makes us that much closer to saying good-bye and him starting his own life independent of us.
Well, after he pays all the medical bills. Thank God for stupid decisions that keep my kid close for a little longer. :0)
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Vacation Slide Show
In July, Jackson, Jayden and I took a road trip. We went to St. Louis where my Aunt Holly and Grandfather (mom's side) live. My Aunt Mary joined us there and we had a good time visiting the Arch, Watching Under the Sea at the Imax and Science Center and taking in the Art Museum. Papa lives on a lake so he took us on his little pontoon boat and each of the boys took a turn steering.
From there we headed to Tulsa, OK where we spent some amazing and much needed time with family and friends we've known since the boys were born.
And last but certainly not least we ended in Kansas City visiting my good friend Kishan and her family.
We were gone 3 weeks and it was an awesome time.
Although, there is nothing like coming home. Life is good!
From there we headed to Tulsa, OK where we spent some amazing and much needed time with family and friends we've known since the boys were born.
And last but certainly not least we ended in Kansas City visiting my good friend Kishan and her family.
We were gone 3 weeks and it was an awesome time.
Although, there is nothing like coming home. Life is good!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Wall will Always Win!!!
Jared is desperately trying to find a job. The word desperate might not be part of that last sentence if it wasn't for this:
This all started May 29th 2010. After making an incorrect assumption (you know what they say when you assume right?) he got mad and punched the side of our house. Its half brick, half siding. He hit the siding. After receiving the call from my hubby I raced home and angrily ordered him in the car without opening the door for him I might add. Wincing in pain and trying to balance a bag of frozen peas on his hand he got in the car and I sped to the hospital. Not because it was really that big of an emergency but because I was so angry. Clearly, I was not resting in God but instead allowing myself to be controlled by the situation.
Once there we quickly learned it was indeed fractured and given a referral to see Ortho in a week. Being the impatient mom that I am I waited until Monday and called for an appointment. They got us in the next day. I can tell you right now, I was not prepared for what happened next. The doc explained he would need 3 pins to put Jared's hand back together because he had not only broken it in 3 places but had also dislocated it. Surgery was scheduled for the next day.
It went off without a hitch and a week later we were back to have the pins looked at and to have a hard cast put on.
Ok, so this is great. 4 weeks in a cast, the pins will come out then 2 more weeks in another cast and life will return to normal.
Oh, how wrong I was. The pins came out alright and infection set in.
We were at the lake with some friends and July 5th Jared was still complaining of some pain in his hand. We really didn't think anything of it, just that it was all part of the healing process. Then he said well I have this red streak running up my arm and I'm no doctor but even I know that is a sign of blood poisoning. We took him to the ER and they hooked him up to an IV antibiotic and sent us on our way.
The next day Brian and Jared had to drive 2 hours from the lake house to his Ortho Doc and then spent the rest of the day fighting with the insurance company and waiting to get an MRI. The doc told us that he needed the MRI to make sure the infection hadn't spread to his bones. When Brian called and told me that we all got together and prayed for God to do His thing. When they got back to us at the lake house Brian said they would call us with the results in the morning and if there was infection immediate surgery would be needed. I believed for nothing less than God's best which in my opinion was no infection and I had no doubt that was what we would hear when they called.
When they called and said to come in as soon as you can because we need to prep him for surgery my heart sank. I am proud to say I didn't lose it though. Although I had no idea it was about to get even worse.
During surgery prep the next morning they were explaining what the procedure would involve. They had found infection on both the fourth and fifth bones and literally would be going in to scrub those bones. We immediately began texting everyone we knew to pray. I was expectant that once he got in there it wouldn't be as bad as they originally thought. God is amazing. 30 minutes later they were done and said once they got in there they only saw infection on the fifth finger and had sent the biopsy off to microbiology. He explained it like this: the faster it grows the worse bug it is. Less than 24 hours later it had grown into a pretty nasty staph infection which now meant infectious disease had to be brought in. My head was spinning. All we wanted to do was go home. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. You see now that they knew what strain it was they determined it had to be treated with IV antibiotics. Which meant we had to wait until they got a pic/mid line in him and, since it was Friday there was no one to come home with us and show us how to administer all that we had to wait until Monday. UGH!!!
So, Monday came and went as did all the home health visits followed by trips to physical therapy and the infectious disease doc and here we are today. Stitches are all out and he is left with 2 really nasty looking scars and thousands in medical bills (which by the way we are making him pay hence the desperation for a job) which will forever remind him when you punch a wall the wall always wins.
This all started May 29th 2010. After making an incorrect assumption (you know what they say when you assume right?) he got mad and punched the side of our house. Its half brick, half siding. He hit the siding. After receiving the call from my hubby I raced home and angrily ordered him in the car without opening the door for him I might add. Wincing in pain and trying to balance a bag of frozen peas on his hand he got in the car and I sped to the hospital. Not because it was really that big of an emergency but because I was so angry. Clearly, I was not resting in God but instead allowing myself to be controlled by the situation.
Once there we quickly learned it was indeed fractured and given a referral to see Ortho in a week. Being the impatient mom that I am I waited until Monday and called for an appointment. They got us in the next day. I can tell you right now, I was not prepared for what happened next. The doc explained he would need 3 pins to put Jared's hand back together because he had not only broken it in 3 places but had also dislocated it. Surgery was scheduled for the next day.
It went off without a hitch and a week later we were back to have the pins looked at and to have a hard cast put on.
Ok, so this is great. 4 weeks in a cast, the pins will come out then 2 more weeks in another cast and life will return to normal.
Oh, how wrong I was. The pins came out alright and infection set in.
We were at the lake with some friends and July 5th Jared was still complaining of some pain in his hand. We really didn't think anything of it, just that it was all part of the healing process. Then he said well I have this red streak running up my arm and I'm no doctor but even I know that is a sign of blood poisoning. We took him to the ER and they hooked him up to an IV antibiotic and sent us on our way.
The next day Brian and Jared had to drive 2 hours from the lake house to his Ortho Doc and then spent the rest of the day fighting with the insurance company and waiting to get an MRI. The doc told us that he needed the MRI to make sure the infection hadn't spread to his bones. When Brian called and told me that we all got together and prayed for God to do His thing. When they got back to us at the lake house Brian said they would call us with the results in the morning and if there was infection immediate surgery would be needed. I believed for nothing less than God's best which in my opinion was no infection and I had no doubt that was what we would hear when they called.
When they called and said to come in as soon as you can because we need to prep him for surgery my heart sank. I am proud to say I didn't lose it though. Although I had no idea it was about to get even worse.
During surgery prep the next morning they were explaining what the procedure would involve. They had found infection on both the fourth and fifth bones and literally would be going in to scrub those bones. We immediately began texting everyone we knew to pray. I was expectant that once he got in there it wouldn't be as bad as they originally thought. God is amazing. 30 minutes later they were done and said once they got in there they only saw infection on the fifth finger and had sent the biopsy off to microbiology. He explained it like this: the faster it grows the worse bug it is. Less than 24 hours later it had grown into a pretty nasty staph infection which now meant infectious disease had to be brought in. My head was spinning. All we wanted to do was go home. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. You see now that they knew what strain it was they determined it had to be treated with IV antibiotics. Which meant we had to wait until they got a pic/mid line in him and, since it was Friday there was no one to come home with us and show us how to administer all that we had to wait until Monday. UGH!!!
So, Monday came and went as did all the home health visits followed by trips to physical therapy and the infectious disease doc and here we are today. Stitches are all out and he is left with 2 really nasty looking scars and thousands in medical bills (which by the way we are making him pay hence the desperation for a job) which will forever remind him when you punch a wall the wall always wins.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
From this to this
Jared has had this same haircut for a while and as his parent I try not to sweat the small stuff. Hair is a small stuff.
Since his hand is completely healed which of course I neglected to post about on here he has been feverishly job hunting since those medical bills are pouring in. Yesterday he landed his first interview with a local grocery chain. He was so excited about it he decided since first impressions matter he would cut his hair. I am so proud of him. Its still a little longer than I thought it would be but still a huge improvement. Tomorrow is the interview, so here's hoping the change pays off.
Since his hand is completely healed which of course I neglected to post about on here he has been feverishly job hunting since those medical bills are pouring in. Yesterday he landed his first interview with a local grocery chain. He was so excited about it he decided since first impressions matter he would cut his hair. I am so proud of him. Its still a little longer than I thought it would be but still a huge improvement. Tomorrow is the interview, so here's hoping the change pays off.
My Favorite Smoothie
Here's a yummy recipe for a smoothie I make regularly and love.
1 cup lactose free milk (you can of course use regular)
1 banana
1 cup of frozen strawberries or mixed berries
1 tbsp of ground flax seed
A handful of fresh or frozen spinach leaves
Blend until smooth and ENJOY!!
1 banana
1 cup of frozen strawberries or mixed berries
1 tbsp of ground flax seed
A handful of fresh or frozen spinach leaves
Blend until smooth and ENJOY!!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Dad vs. Daddy/Mom vs. Mommy
Our children, 17, 13 and 11 call us mom and dad.
While visiting our amazing friends in OK just recently I was in awe of the fact that their 2 boys 13 and 11 still refer to them as mommy and daddy. Then I was sad. Do the two younger of my three do this because they have heard their older brother do this? When did this happen? Since being home I have been listening to what they call us. It's mom and dad. No, I want mommy and daddy. So, just yesterday I asked Jayden (the 11 year old) can you please call me mommy again and he said no I'm not gonna do that. I begged. He said I'll call you mama. I agreed.
This morning, when I said good morning guess what he said?
Morning MOM!!!
*SIGH*
While visiting our amazing friends in OK just recently I was in awe of the fact that their 2 boys 13 and 11 still refer to them as mommy and daddy. Then I was sad. Do the two younger of my three do this because they have heard their older brother do this? When did this happen? Since being home I have been listening to what they call us. It's mom and dad. No, I want mommy and daddy. So, just yesterday I asked Jayden (the 11 year old) can you please call me mommy again and he said no I'm not gonna do that. I begged. He said I'll call you mama. I agreed.
This morning, when I said good morning guess what he said?
Morning MOM!!!
*SIGH*
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Just Say NO!!
I think the picture says it all!! Facebook has been a thorn in my side for quite some time. It was bad enough just on the laptop but then I got a phone which made access even easier and I found myself being mastered by it. Don't judge me, we all have our issues. I found myself wasting hours throughout the day on it. Looking at pictures, checking the news feed and wondering if someone commented on my status. So, its time for it to go.
I love this blog, this blog has purpose and does what its supposed to do which is keep all the people we love who are far away updated on our life. I won't do that when I am addicted to facebook.
So, here is to a new beginning. Please book mark us and check back for regular updates. I hope you will join us once again for the ride!!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Sometimes He calms the storm, sometimes He calms His child.
We are doing a series at Church called Miracles. One of the tag lines is Sometimes He calms the storm and sometimes He calms His child. There has already been a storm since re-opening our adoption. Details aren't necessary because it takes away from God's power to calm any situation. In times past I would have broken under crushing news that meant things weren't going my way. Not this time. We received said crushing news on Thursday and we were both disappointed. I text a friend of mine to let her know I needed her to pray but my spirit felt crushed. For a brief moment my hope wavered. I asked myself, "God did we miss it?" "I know you said now is the time, what is going on?" I didn't know what to think, how to feel or what would be the next step. It didn't help that our adoption consultant seemed less than interested in our plight. But GOD. Its the only thing I needed to be reminded this journey wasn't about us. It was about HIM. His plan was the only plan that mattered. His will was the only one I wanted to be in. He birthed this dream in our heart because its part of His dream for humanity. That we wouldn't forget the orphans, the widows or the less fortunate. Hope is alive and His name is Jesus.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Too Big for God? I Think NOT!
One of the reasons for putting the adoption on hold was debt. Too much debt. Like many people we had gotten sucked into keeping up with the Jones' and whoever else we were competing with. Also, b/c of all the debt we had incurred I'd had to go back to work almost full time. This was not the situation we wanted to bring another child into, especially not one we had rescued. We felt a little defeated and we weren't sure how to fix the problem we had created. God, however already had the answer before we asked the question. Back in December '07 after our friend Betsy shared a video about a couple who, after completing Financial Peace University, adopted a child we were inspired to check into the program. We completed the class in May '08, moved to North Carolina in June and have been waging war with our debt ever since. The main thing was to sell the house in Florida which took a year but did happen. As of December my car was paid off and just today we paid the last of the 3 credit cards. We still have Brian's car to pay off but we have reached our goal which was to pay off the credit cards and for me to be a stay at home mom again. I am not only at home again but also homeschooling our three boys. Although, a daily challenge we know this is God's path for us.
We have never stopped praying and believing for Grace to come home and we feel closer than ever. We are submitting new paperwork this week and will be back in the system which means we can seek out starting our home study. We know we still have a long way to go but we are confident this is God's plan for our family.
We would appreciate all your prayers, any ideas you might have for fund raising, links to any other blogs you may know about regarding adoption and just general encouragement. Thanks guys!!
We have never stopped praying and believing for Grace to come home and we feel closer than ever. We are submitting new paperwork this week and will be back in the system which means we can seek out starting our home study. We know we still have a long way to go but we are confident this is God's plan for our family.
We would appreciate all your prayers, any ideas you might have for fund raising, links to any other blogs you may know about regarding adoption and just general encouragement. Thanks guys!!
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me."
Its been almost a year since we blogged anything at all let alone anything adoption related. Nothing in our hearts has changed regarding bringing our daughter home, we just were doing a bit of cleaning up in preparation. Now that the clean up is just about complete we feel the time is now to move full steam ahead. So, Monday we contacted our agency and are in the process of re-opening our file. Here's what that entails: because its been over 2 years we have to fill out a new application and send in new photos. Then we will have to sign a new adoption agreement. Thankfully, the monies we have already paid are still good except the adoption agreement went up to $900 so we will have to send $200 and we are up to speed. The next step will be the home study. (See side bar for full list of steps) Once the home study is complete we will be eligible to apply for grants and also search the waiting children page on our agency's site. Brian and I are prayerfully considering the possibility of an older child/child with special needs.
Please join us and pray specifically for the following: finances to be in place when needed, the right child, the right time, and fund raising ideas.
We know the time is now but we can't do it without your prayers.
Blessings.
Please join us and pray specifically for the following: finances to be in place when needed, the right child, the right time, and fund raising ideas.
We know the time is now but we can't do it without your prayers.
Blessings.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Happy 40th to the love of my life.
The man I love turns 40 today. He is the man of my dreams. He is my soul mate. He is my best friend. He is a leader, a man of integrity. He is an amazing father. He loves God with his whole heart and strives everyday to lead our family in His will. I am blessed to be loved by him and look forward to 40 more years.
Happy Birthday Brian. I love you now and forever.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
In Recent Days...
I haven't had the strength to cry
I haven't had the strength to laugh
I haven't had the strength to ask for help
I haven't had the strength to pray or seek...but I did it anyway.
Life has been a whirlwind for us since we moved to North Carolina. Some days I wonder if we missed God b/c it has seemed our world has been more upside down than right side up. Like the only thing constant has been trouble, pain and grief. The other side of that is we must be right where God wants us b/c the enemy is doing everything he can to bring us down and I have to admit some days he wins. Like the last 2 or so weeks for example. With teenage angst hitting us harder than we ever expected, Brian having knee surgery and me in so much pain with my neck I can hardly get out of bed not to mention our impending move. The last 2 days in fact have been the worst. Exhaustion isn't even a fit description. I have felt so heavy on the inside like nothing we're doing is right but I won't be stopped. I serve a BIG God and my problems to Him are nothing. When I am weak, then I am strong. The joy of the Lord will be my strength and one of my favs I will hope in the LORD and will renew my strength. I will soar on wings like eagles; I will run and not grow weary, I will walk and not be faint.
I think I needed to post this just to remind myself I am a fighter and will continue to fight for my family and for the call God has on our lives.
I haven't had the strength to laugh
I haven't had the strength to ask for help
I haven't had the strength to pray or seek...but I did it anyway.
Life has been a whirlwind for us since we moved to North Carolina. Some days I wonder if we missed God b/c it has seemed our world has been more upside down than right side up. Like the only thing constant has been trouble, pain and grief. The other side of that is we must be right where God wants us b/c the enemy is doing everything he can to bring us down and I have to admit some days he wins. Like the last 2 or so weeks for example. With teenage angst hitting us harder than we ever expected, Brian having knee surgery and me in so much pain with my neck I can hardly get out of bed not to mention our impending move. The last 2 days in fact have been the worst. Exhaustion isn't even a fit description. I have felt so heavy on the inside like nothing we're doing is right but I won't be stopped. I serve a BIG God and my problems to Him are nothing. When I am weak, then I am strong. The joy of the Lord will be my strength and one of my favs I will hope in the LORD and will renew my strength. I will soar on wings like eagles; I will run and not grow weary, I will walk and not be faint.
I think I needed to post this just to remind myself I am a fighter and will continue to fight for my family and for the call God has on our lives.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Joy in Waiting.
For a few months I have felt like maybe this adoption wasn't meant to be. Going through all of Jared's teen angst has been so stressful at times it has made me wonder how can I do this again let alone with a girl. However, through it all I have also come to see why God put adoption in my heart. Brian and I have had to endure with Jared the pain of him not knowing his biological father. To listen to him wonder aloud "How could he not want to know me and know if I'm OK when he had a hand in giving me life." You have no idea how that cuts right to your heart. But its all part of the preparation for when our daughter goes through the same thing. God has been so quiet about this adoption that I have felt maybe I missed it. Brian told me just Sunday that unless I am talking about something all the time I act like its over. It really made me stop and think. I know in my heart this isn't over. Its just going to take a lot more time than I originally thought. In just the last week my heart has once again swelled with passion for bringing our little girl home. I have once again seen her in my future with our family. Grace is coming home and I am so excited I have found the joy in waiting.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Lots and lots of weekend fun.
This weekend was so much fun. Friday evening I left with Joanna (the youth pastor's wife) for Raleigh with 6 highschool girls. We spent the evening eating, laughing, dying hair and shopping. Saturday we all went to Crabtree Mall where the girls cleaned up on great deals for themselves and also shopped for presents for their families. Despite being with teens, there was no drama and I can't wait to do it again.
Saturday night Brian and I hosted our 20 Somethings Christmas party. Brian was an amazing DJ and we all danced the night away, well the girls did anyway. Jared served as Santa and was the thinnest one I've seen ever. We played the game Dirty Santa (some of you boring people know it as White Elephant lol) and kept it remarkably clean. Now the dancing on the other hand, not so much. There were some pics I just couldn't post. HA HA.
All in all it was an amazingly fun weekend and now I just need to recover before work tomorrow.
Saturday night Brian and I hosted our 20 Somethings Christmas party. Brian was an amazing DJ and we all danced the night away, well the girls did anyway. Jared served as Santa and was the thinnest one I've seen ever. We played the game Dirty Santa (some of you boring people know it as White Elephant lol) and kept it remarkably clean. Now the dancing on the other hand, not so much. There were some pics I just couldn't post. HA HA.
All in all it was an amazingly fun weekend and now I just need to recover before work tomorrow.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Happy (belated) Thanksgiving
I decided I am long over due to update this blog and based on some recent status changes on facebook my understanding is people are somewhat concerned for our well being. I am not going to lie, things in the house of Maciaszek have been somewhat stressful for quite sometime. Since I am not at liberty to discuss said things at this time I thought I would at least share a about some other fun stuff.
We are still in the process of Saving Grace just going in a new direction with it. Since our overall intention is to save babies and help other parents adopt we have decided to pursue obtaining our 503 C status and create Our Saving Grace Ministries. Even though we are not ready at this time to pursue our own adoption doesn't mean we can't help raise money for others who are. There are lots of amazing families out there who can provide a great home to a child in need but don't have $20,000 in their bank account. We want to be there to help them. With a non-profit status we can fund raise to help others. So, please pray as we get those wheels in motion.
Thanksgiving day did not go orginally as planned (we were supposed to go to Rocky Mount) since this past week was emotionally and mentally draining, however we did make the best of it and spent it together just the 5 of us. We had fajitas and later made chocolate covered pretzels and crackers. A little tip, read the directions fully before you use Candy Quik. We didn't and our first try ended in rock chocolate. Then we made chocolate chip cookies. Not much luck there either. Apparantly, the Maciaszek's don't like to read directions. Believe me you can mess up cookies but we made the most of it and as long as you put them in the microwave for a few seconds they don't taste too bad.
Today was fun, Brian and I went for coffee together early and then walked around the mall for a few. Having lived in Florida and seen what black Friday really looks like at a mall, the Greenville mall made us laugh. After that we made chocolate chip pancakes, drank coffee and started to decorate. I love our tree. So, now it's Friday evening and we are settled in to watch MI III. Looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow and enjoy a relaxing weekend. See below for some fun pictures of our adventures in cooking.
We are still in the process of Saving Grace just going in a new direction with it. Since our overall intention is to save babies and help other parents adopt we have decided to pursue obtaining our 503 C status and create Our Saving Grace Ministries. Even though we are not ready at this time to pursue our own adoption doesn't mean we can't help raise money for others who are. There are lots of amazing families out there who can provide a great home to a child in need but don't have $20,000 in their bank account. We want to be there to help them. With a non-profit status we can fund raise to help others. So, please pray as we get those wheels in motion.
Thanksgiving day did not go orginally as planned (we were supposed to go to Rocky Mount) since this past week was emotionally and mentally draining, however we did make the best of it and spent it together just the 5 of us. We had fajitas and later made chocolate covered pretzels and crackers. A little tip, read the directions fully before you use Candy Quik. We didn't and our first try ended in rock chocolate. Then we made chocolate chip cookies. Not much luck there either. Apparantly, the Maciaszek's don't like to read directions. Believe me you can mess up cookies but we made the most of it and as long as you put them in the microwave for a few seconds they don't taste too bad.
Today was fun, Brian and I went for coffee together early and then walked around the mall for a few. Having lived in Florida and seen what black Friday really looks like at a mall, the Greenville mall made us laugh. After that we made chocolate chip pancakes, drank coffee and started to decorate. I love our tree. So, now it's Friday evening and we are settled in to watch MI III. Looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow and enjoy a relaxing weekend. See below for some fun pictures of our adventures in cooking.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Waster
Have you ever felt like you are wasting your life? Like whatever it is your doing is just getting you to the next day or the next week, month etc. That you could be doing so much more yet there is just nothing left at the end of the day. And whats worse? You are stuck. There doesn't seem like there is a way out. Because after all you did put yourself in that situation in the first place. Feelings tell you its awful, feelings tell you you can't do this anymore. All your grace for whatever it is is no longer there. Paul said in all situations be content. But I want to scream I DON'T WANT TO!!!! This isn't what I want to do anymore. There is no future in this for me. When my kids are gone from my house in just 8 short years I am not going to look back and say well I am so glad I did that! I am so glad thats what I spent my time and energy doing. I am so glad I was so exhausted from that that when I was home I was a vegetable. I just never thought this was how it was going to be. But then again I am famous for leaving God out of the loop on a lot of stuff and then wondering why it doesn't all work out. I know there is more in me than what I am doing. And I am not one of those people who can do it all and I make no apology for it (ok, well sometimes I do). If you are, then go you! Is this a pity party? No, it's an expression from an exhausted mom who has realized it's just not worth it anymore and is begging God for a reprieve. Will you please beg with me?
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Invisible Mother
A friend sent me this and as mom's we can all relate. It came at just the right time after God gave me a revelation regarding my family (something I will share eventually).
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the
kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not
No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing
on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more:
Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask,
'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied
history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared
into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England ..
Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about
the hotel she stayed in.
I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package,
and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would
become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it
was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He
was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into
a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied,
'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you
make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin
you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.
It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up
at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because
there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for
Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she
hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built
a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything
more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.
And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty
that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does.
We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the
kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not
No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing
on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more:
Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask,
'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied
history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared
into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England ..
Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about
the hotel she stayed in.
I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package,
and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would
become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it
was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He
was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into
a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied,
'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you
make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin
you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.
It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up
at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because
there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for
Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she
hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built
a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything
more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.
And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty
that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does.
We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Afraid to fail?
Are you afraid of failing? I am. I think it's one of the main things that holds me back in this life I lead. However, even though I am afraid I encourage my kids (and anyone else I know) daily to take the plunge and "do it afraid". I want them to take risks to help combat fear and get them to "the next level" of their lives. I also want them to fail. Maybe that sounds cruel but I know if they fail they have an opportunity to get right back up and be better than they were before. No one ever taught me that. We have already had several times in our kids lives where they have failed in something whether it be school, sports or relationships and because of our constant encouragement and not allowing them to give up they are becoming 3 young men I am so proud to call my sons.
ULTIMATELY WE KNOW DEEPLY THAT THE OTHER SIDE OF EVERY FEAR IS A FREEDOM~MARILYN FERGUSON
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Endorsement
I have been involved in some kind of sports my whole life. In school I was a runner and played volleyball and basketball and would compete not only with my school but district wide. As I got older running seemed to me the obvious choice to stay in shape and worked for me for years. Not any more! I have major issues with my knees so therefore cannot run anymore. It was such a hard thing to accept but I knew I needed to find something instead of giving up (which I have kind of done for the last year). Allow me to say I have found it. Now, I have done tried lots of home workouts (remember Betsy?) but nothing has kicked my butt like this. It's called Turbo Jam and there are lots to choose from. Punch, Kick, Jam. Cardio Party 1 and 2. Total Ab Blast and last but not least Total Body Blast. I have been doing all of these work outs for the last 8 weeks on average 5 days a week and I have never seen or felt results like these. So, if you are looking for something and don't have money to join a gym I encourage you to give these a try. Oh, and let me know if you do and what you think.
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