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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Prayer Request for Gracie

***Update as of 1:45PM - Gracie is off the heart and lung bypass machine but she is still fighting for her life.

Currently they are trying to get her bleeding to stop before closing her chest. Also her oxygen saturations in her body and in her brain are low and they are trying to get them up to an acceptable level.

She is not out of the woods yet and continues to need much prayer!***


***Update as of 10:45 AM - The surgery is still going on and the doctors are disappointed to see how small Gracie's pulmonary arteries are.

These are the arteries that will have to carry the blood to the lungs after the surgery. The doctor is attempting a procedure to enlarge these arteries as much as possible with extra tissue.

Please pray that when she is ready to be taken off the heart and lung machine are Noon that this improvement to the arteries will work. ***


Gracie's surgery has been MOVED UP from this Thursday morning to TODAY. She is scheduled to go into the operating room at 6:30AM.

The doctor's felt like this was the right thing to do since Gracie has been doing so well the last week and the operating room is free all day.

Please pray for Gracie and her family!

And if you are interested, Amanda has posted Gracie's history on the latest journal entry at their CaringBridge site.

Thank you so much for your prayers!

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Monday, September 29, 2008

Miracle Monday

It's Miracle Monday again and, I'm asking you all to pray for a miracle.

Gracie needs your help. Her mom, Amanda, posted an entry on Gracie's CaringBridge Journal on Wednesday that broke my heart.

The family met with all the doctor's involved in Gracie's care and said that she wasn't getting any better and without any action, she would die. So they recommended that Gracie have the Glenn procedure on Thursday, October 2nd.

They are only giving Gracie a 10% chance that she will survive this surgery. (This number is taking into account that even if she doesn't die on the operating table, she could still die shortly after the surgery due to her body shutting down.)

If Gracie takes a miraculous turn for the better before Thursday, then this surgery will not happen or if she is sick on Thursday then they will postpone it.

Todd and Amanda are asking for a miracle before Thursday so that Gracie doesn't need the surgery and obviously, if the surgery does happen on Thursday, they are asking that we all pray that God sees Gracie through it.

Amanda posted that information on Wednesday and all of the subsequent posts have been about the wonderful days they are having with Gracie. (They are finally able to hold her for extended periods of time.)

They are enjoying Gracie and they are trusting in the Lord.

Please pray for Gracie.

If you have a miracle to share, it's easy to participate.Just post a miracle on your blog and link it back here using Mr. Linky below. Please mention "A Mom's Life" and my URL in your post. And if you want, you can use the Miracle Monday button in your post as well.

PLEASE NOTE - when linking make sure to link to your Miracle Monday post. Do not link to the front page of your blog.

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This edition of Miracle Monday is now closed. If you have a miracle you would like to share, please come back next Monday. Thanks!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Those darn baby doll tops!

Right before leaving for church this morning, Sarah looked at my outfit, turned up her nose and said, "You look like you have a baby in your tummy!"

I knew it! I knew those baby doll tops made me look pregnant!

Hmmmm...maybe that's why they call them baby doll tops!

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

It was only out there two and a half days before I noticed...

On Tuesday morning, I purchased a new Dwarf Alberta Spruce to replace the one that died.

I went out to the front porch last night to check to see if a package I was expecting had been delivered.

There was no package waiting but as I was admiring my new green evergreen, I noticed something blowing in the breeze.

Take a closer look.

Minnie Pearl would be so proud.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Works For Me Wednesday - Pizza Night with No-Rise Pizza Dough

When my husband was growing up, Friday night was pizza night at his house. And actually even now whenever we are visiting, Friday night is still pizza night! Talk about a long-lasting tradition!

So we have started having pizza on Friday nights at our house. But as much as I love Domino's, I don't want to spend $15. So I started making the pizza from scratch.

I've been playing around with several different dough recipes and this one is by far my favorite because it is a no-rise dough!

Follow these simple directions and you will be making your own pizza in no time!

No-Rise Pizza Dough
1 Tbsp. active dry yeast
1 cup warm water (105-115 degrees F)
1 tsp. sugar
1 tsp. salt
2 Tbsp. vegetable oil
2 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp. basil (optional)
1 tsp. oregano (optional)

Dissolve the yeast in the water. Add the sugar, salt, oil and spices. Gradually add the flour until you have a nice stiff dough. Knead the dough for about 4 minutes.

Roll out the dough and press onto a greased pizza pan. Bake at 450 degrees F. for about 8-10 minutes.

I then take the crust out and cover it until Dan comes home. Sometimes I do this several hours in advance depending on our plans for the afternoon. When I'm ready, I add the toppings and bake for another 10 minutes or so until the cheese has melted and the sauce is bubbling.

Alternately, you can make the dough and top the pizza and then bake all in one step for about 15 minutes until the whole thing is done. I prefer to go ahead and bake the crust earlier in the day, it gives me a little more freedom.

What could be easier than this? Now you can start your own pizza night!

For more Works For Me Wednesday tips, visit Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The good old days.

On Sunday afternoon, I went outside to check on the kids. They were playing with the next door neighbors and things had gotten quiet - a sure sign that something was amiss.

They had been racing through the backyard with wagons and dump trucks and bikes for almost 3 hours. When I found them, they were just quietly milling around.

Peter was muttering and shaking his fists and looking up to the sky and Caleb was looking down and kicking up loose dirt with his feet.

They looked like two old farmers who had finally given up on their crops and were mad at God for not sending more rain.

I asked what they were doing and Peter replied, "We're mad! We want to old days back!"

The old days? Bottles, diapers, crawling, potty training, I thought. What are they talking about?

"The old days? What do you mean?" I asked trying not to laugh as the dirt was billowing up from their kicks. I even had to duck a few times as their fist shaking was getting mightier and mightier.

"We miss the golf cart and the trampoline."

Ah,yes. The golf cart.

Jacob and Caleb's grandfather brought an old golf cart to their house over the summer and left it for several weeks for them to play with. The kids would pile into it and do lap after lap after lap around the backyard every afternoon.

I got conflicting reports on the whereabouts of the golf cart. Jacob told me his grandpa took it away because his mom said it was killing the grass. Caleb said he took it away because it needed to be repaired.

I'm not exactly sure where the beloved golf cart went but it disappeared right around the same time the trampoline did.

They all seemed pretty nonchalant about both items when they were initially removed, so I was a little confused as to why all the fist shaking and dirt kicking was going on now, a month and a half later.

But then it hit me. They do miss the trampoline and the golf cart but maybe in their own little way, they were shaking their fists and kicking the dirt because they really miss summer.

They miss staying up late and sleeping late. They miss playing for hours and hours on end. They miss the freedom of summer and the hot sun.

So as the late afternoon sun was casting long shadows, they were trying with all of their five-year-old might to tell summer not to go. And to warn fall that they weren't to be messed with.

Don't try to come around here fall, each fist shake was saying. Stay away cold weather, all the dirt kicking cautioned.

Or maybe they really just miss the golf cart and the trampoline.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Baby Gracie Update - Urgent Prayer Request

Please read Gracie's CaringBridge page.

Gracie's mom, Amanda is asking(begging) for your prayers.

A representative from the hospital ethics committee met with them today and told them that the doctors feel like Gracie is dying and that Todd and Amanda are just prolonging the inevitable.

Please read this update and pray for them.

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Miracle Monday

It's Miracle Monday again!

This is a really cool miracle that Laura over at Catholic Teacher Musings wrote about a couple of weeks ago. Was it an angel? You decide!

(This is Laura's story and is taken directly from her site.)

"When I was 19, taking a semester off from college and working downtown, I rode public transportation on most days of the week.

My daily trip included both the Metro rail and the bus, and often meant I would walk home alone from the bus stop at night.

Since my surroundings were quite familiar to me, I never really anticipated danger lurking nearby, but one evening it seemed to be.

Immediately after leaving the bus on this particular night, I walked, as I usually did, by a neatly trimmed row of bushes near a fenced parking lot, and I was startled by the gravelly voice of a disheveled and suspicious looking man on the other side of the bushes.

He said he wanted me to wait for him so he could talk to me; instead I crossed the street and kept my eye on him. I saw him climb into a beat up vehicle, and pull out of the parking lot, driving fast towards my side of the street.

He slowed down, honked, then yelled something angrily out his window, so I panicked and desperately looked for a way out, a car, another pedestrian- anything, but of course as stories like this go- no one seemed to be around that could help me in case serious trouble ensued.

I ran across the main road again and considered venturing up a steep hill and into a nearby church to safety while at the same time I observed him speeding up to a U turn area to come over to my side of the road again. I continued to keep watching him- as he continued to keep watching me.

From what seemed out of nowhere, a cab came crawling along the right lane of the highway, and it stopped; I didn't hail it. It stopped.

The sweet faced driver asked in his musical, Jamaican accent, "Do you need a ride somewhere?"
I gratefully hopped in, ducked down, and told him my address.

Okay, I know this doesn't seem that out of the ordinary, but I lived in the suburbs. Cabs just weren't a regular presence in or around my neighborhood. It was odd. Good odd.

And after this kind driver took me to my home, he said that I didn't have to give him any money for fare. When I insisted, he relented, smiled, and charged me one dollar. One dollar.

And so you see, though it may give others pause to hear me tell it, I conclude that I came into contact with a special being that day- could have been just a nice man seeing my duress and wanting to be helpful- but I choose to believe it was more than that."

If you have a miracle to share, it's easy to participate.

Just post a miracle on your blog and link it back here using Mr. Linky below. Please mention "A Mom's Life" and my URL in your post. And if you want, you can use the Miracle Monday button in your post as well.

PLEASE NOTE - when linking make sure to link to your Miracle Monday post. Do not link to the front page of your blog. If you have any questions, email me and I will be glad to help you. My email address is in my profile.

Have a great Miracle Monday!

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This edition of Miracle Monday is now closed. If you have a miracle you would like to share, please come back next Monday. Thanks!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Save Lori's House

I was blog hopping tonight and ended up reading this story.

It made me sad. It made me want to hug my kids. It made me realize that we don't know what twists and turns our lives might take. It made me want to help Lori.

Please help Lori if you can.

Save Lori's House

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Friday, September 19, 2008

There's a new sheriff in town.

Every Kindergarten class has one.

One child who won't follow the rules, or pay attention to the teacher or cries whenever he doesn't get his way.

It's Kindergarten so it's bound to happen.

But Peter's class has FOUR of these kids who can't (or won't) listen and follow the rules.

And of course, these four kids are ruining it for the other 19 kids who are just trying to learn to read and write and do a little arithmetic.

Peter comes home every day with tales of Timmy who tells the teacher he hates her and doesn't have to listen to her.

Or tales of Sam who screams and cries all day long.

I thought perhaps Peter was exaggerating just a little. But sadly, no. His assessment appears to be right on the mark.

Last Friday, I had lunch with Peter and witnessed little Sam in action.

He screamed as soon as he sat down at the lunch table and screamed through the entire 25 minute lunch period.

The. Entire. Time.

The teacher couldn't get him to stop. The assistant couldn't get him to stop. Two other teachers tried to get him to stop.

Finally the principal was called. She came into the cafeteria and picked him up and carried him out.

He was still crying when she hauled him away.

For the last couple of weeks, Peter will say things like "I hate school!" and "Mommy? Will you home school me?"

Home school you? Kid. That's my Plan C - right after public school doesn't work out and we realize we can't out afford private school.

Home school is not in the plan two weeks into Kindergarten. (And darn those neighbor kids who are filling his mind with sleeping late and having Mommy as the teacher!)

After lots of fretting and hand wringing, I have realized that Peter's dissatisfaction with school has nothing to do with the screamers and the whiners in his class.

His pleas for Home School and No School come when it is time to go in for bath and bed while it is still daylight and when it is time to wake up while it is still dark. The rest of the time, dare I say it, he seems satisfied with school.

But I'm still worried about the quality of his education. Because even the best teacher can't teach when she is spending 80% of her time taking bananas away from 4 unruly and disrespectful kids.

So against my better judgement, when I was at lunch with Peter today, I asked the teacher if there was anything I could do to help her out.

Seems like not only did I volunteer to listen to the kids read, I am now Room Mom.

Timmy and Sam better watch out.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Beware, all who enter here!

Nothing says Welcome To My Home like a brown evergreen.

So much for the "ever" part.

So much for the "green" part for that matter.

If it looks like this on the outside, there's no telling what it's going to look like on the inside!

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

An artist, I am not.

Yesterday Sarah asked me to color with her. So I sat down and started doodling.

She loves to direct my activities so she told me to draw a princess. And she was going to draw a princess as well.

My art skills are lacking but I tried my best.

Sarah's princess looks so cute and dainty. (Although her earrings are clearly too large for her face!)

My princess, however, looks more like a drag queen.

Check out the large biceps, the wide shoulders and the manly nose. Even the eye shadow and blush appear to be applied with a heavy,unskilled hand.

Sarah took one look at my princess, giggled and said, "She's not very pretty."

I guess I need to put down the crayons and stick to blogging...

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Monday, September 15, 2008

Between Friends

Between Friends by Sandra Bell-Lundy


I love this comic strip...Between Friends. It's one of my must-reads every morning.

And I love that today's strip is talking about blogging and clearly, they are referring to Dooce.

I have dreams of making money at blogging some day. But $40,000 a month?

I think $400 a month would be nice...just enough to cover the groceries and a pedicure here or there.

The creator of the comic strip, Sandra Bell-Lundy, also has a blog. She's as funny on her blog as she is in her comic strip.

And please note that she has Dooce in her sidebar.

That darn Dooce is everywhere...but I guess that's the only way you are going to make $40,000 a month blogging.

Sandra...any chance you would put me on your sidebar or at least click on a couple of my ads?

Because apparently, I could use an extra pedicure or two...

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Miracle Monday

It's Miracle Monday time. Today I would like to talk about the miracle of Gracie Jean Lockyer.

I've posted about her many times before and asked for prayers. Today, I am posting to ask for more prayers but to also talk about the week she just went through.

On Wednesday, her parents, Todd and Amanda, were called in because the doctors thought that Gracie was about to die.

They unplugged Gracie from many of the machines keeping her alive so that Amanda could hold her and rock her as she passed away.

But as she held her, Gracie started to improve!

These are Amanda's words:

"I will never be able to describe holding my stiff, cold baby girl who’s heart is being controlled by a pacemaker and is breathing completely by ventilation. Her oxygen saturations were dropping and dropping as were her pressures.

Then out of the blue--her blood pressures spiked and she began to breathe on her own. Then, they began little by little to wean her support because that’s why they thought she was still living…but as we watched the support come down--she kept on living.

Then, a follow up echo of her heart showed BETTER FUNCTION than ever."

And this is from the latest entry in Gracies' CaringBridge journal:

"Todd and I have been called in 4 times since Wednesday and told that it looked like Gracie was going home with the Lord. He has seen fit to spare her life every time. Each time we are on an emotional roller coaster and only being able to keep it together with God’s help (the same goes for the whole family). But, His strength is perfect. We thank God for another answered prayer---


Lord, we will continue to seek thee for everything--we claim the above verse with all of our heart."

God continues to work miracles in Gracie. But what amazes me even more, is the faith that Todd and Amanda continue to place in God. They are such wonderful examples of trusting God with all your heart.

Please pray for them all.

If you would like to share a miracle, it's simple. Just post a miracle on your blog and link it back here using Mr. Linky below. Please mention "A Mom's Life" and my URL in your post. And if you want, you can use the Miracle Monday button in your post as well.

Have a great Miracle Monday!

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This edition of Miracle Monday is now closed. Please come back next Monday if you would like to share a miracle!

Friday, September 12, 2008

My poor husband...

Today is my husband's birthday. Happy Birthday, honey!

So yesterday, in his honor, I got a pedicure.

I know. It doesn't make sense that I would give myself a present for his birthday. But that's how my mind operates.

Oh. And also tomorrow is my birthday. So really I guess the pedicure is a gift to us from me.

That makes it sound a little better. Ahem.

Anyway, as I was getting my pedicure the sweet little Vietnamese pedicurist, turned up her nose and said, "Ewwww. You feet so dry!"

Talk about horrifying.

The woman who works with dirty, scaly, stinky feet ALL. DAY. LONG. turned up her nose at MY feet.

So. Happy Birthday to my poor husband! I'm not sure how he puts up with me and my so dry feet.

If possible, this makes me love him even more.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

It's for the birds!

We moved into our house in December of 2006. The builders used cheap seed when they planted the grass and it turned to seed. So last fall we hired someone to plant grass for us.

If you will remember, he said he would do his part by planting the right combination of seed but that we would need to depend on the Good Lord for lots of rain since don't have a sprinkler system.

The Good Lord did not do his part in helping me to have a beautiful, lush, green yard, as last fall was one of the driest on record in 20 years.

And it wasn't long into the summer before the crab grass and Bermuda grass started coming in, choking and killing any grass we did manage to grow. From the road we give off the appearance that we have nice,lush, green grass but in reality it is quite ugly.

So I wasn't too concerned a couple of weeks ago when Cheyanne and Sarah started sprinkling bird seed around the yard.

I wasn't even concerned when they got bored feeding the birds and dumped a whole bunch in one spot.

Until a few days later when I noticed this...

The birdseed was....growing?!

Looks like we have finally found something that will grow faster than the crab grass.

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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

She's a sly one!

I paid .97 cents for these at Wal-Mart.

I thought it would be a fun way for me to help Sarah learn all of the letters and their sounds while Peter was at school.

I know she will be learning this at preschool but she is always asking me for something to do and I thought this would be the answer.

They were inexpensive. She would be learning something and we could do it together.

I was wrong.

After making it through the letter D, she grabbed all the cards and yelled, "I'm done playing with these!"

I was a little disappointed that we didn't make it through more letters but I figured we would have lots of fun playing with the flash cards later.

I was wrong.

This is how the box looks today.

The next day, I asked Sarah if she wanted to play with the flash cards and as I grabbed the box, I realized it was empty.

She giggled as she told me no, she did not want to play with the flash cards.

She giggled some more when she told me she hid them.

So much for my fun, affordable, learning tool. I don't even know where they are and she won't tell me.

I guess she really meant it when she said she was done playing with these!

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Monday, September 8, 2008

Miracle Monday

Today, I would like to tell you about Dan's Uncle Bobby and the miracle he experienced recently.

Uncle Bobby is a priest. He married us and he baptized Peter and Sarah, so we hold a special place in our hearts for him.

He is 73 years old and he suffers from diabetes and had heart bypass surgery several years ago.

Last October, Uncle Bobby’s doctor ordered a chest X-ray. The results came back showing small spots on his lungs. The doctor was concerned about them but because of their small size decided to watch them.

He had to go back every three months for scans to check their growth. The first repeat scan showed no change.

When he went in for the second repeat scan, the technician inadvertently put him too high up on the board and they imaged not only his lungs but also his lower abdomen.

In the images inadvertently taken of the lower abdomen they saw evidence of a tumor on his pancreas and spots (which were presumed cancerous) on his liver.

Those results led to a battery of tests to further characterize what was seen on the X-ray.

They did a needle biopsy that determined that the tumor on the pancreas was malignant.

However, the spots on the liver were so small and so few and far between that they could not count on hitting one of them with a needle to determine in fact whether the tumor had metastasized to the liver.

They decided laparoscopic surgery was the best course of action. The surgeon would first go to the liver and take samples to determine if there was cancer on the liver.

The samples would be sent to the lab for analysis while Uncle Bobby was still under the anesthesia. If cancer was found on these liver spots, they would close him up and presumably tell him to put his affairs in order and enjoy what time he had left.

If no cancer was found on the liver, then the surgeon would proceed to remove the tumor on the pancreas.

The spots they found on the liver were determined to be non-cancerous “benign hematomas”.

The surgeon removed the pancreas tumor and the prognosis is excellent. Uncle Bobby will not even have to undergo chemotherapy or radiation.

So thanks to an X-Ray technician accidentally putting Uncle Bobby too high up on the X-Ray machine, the malignant tumor on his pancreas was found and removed before he even experienced any problems!

Uncle Bobby, you may be semi-retired, but I think God still has lots of work for you to do!

If you have a miracle to share, it's easy to participate.

Just post a miracle on your blog and link it back here using Mr. Linky below. Please mention "A Mom's Life" and my URL in your post. And if you want, you can use the Miracle Monday button in your post as well.

PLEASE NOTE - when linking make sure to link to your Miracle Monday post. Do not link to the front page of your blog. If you have any questions, email me and I will be glad to help you. My email address is in my profile.

Have a great Miracle Monday!

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Friday, September 5, 2008

What does this one mean?

Whenever I feel like I am not prepared for something, I have a recurring dream.

It is the first day of school and I have misplaced my class schedule. It is 5 minutes before class begins and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go.

Everyone around me is scurrying to class and while I am riffling through all of my books and notebooks trying to find the misplaced schedule.

But I never do. Relief from this nightmare only comes when the alarm finally goes off.

I also have an even more horrifying version. It is opening night of the school play and I have not memorized my lines - and I'm the lead! I spend the whole dream tying in vane to memorize my lines.

But I never do. Relief from this nightmare only comes when the alarm finally goes off.

I am not a dream interpreter but even I can figure out why I have those dreams. Clearly I am not prepared for something and I need to work harder to get ready for it.

Last night I had a horrible dream and unlike my recurring dream, I have no idea what this one could possibly mean.

I dreamed my friend Tanya and I were watching my wedding video and while we were watching it, I realized that I was wearing black Aerosoles pumps with my wedding dress!

I was horrified!

I kept saying over and over, "You were my Maid of Honor! Why didn't you tell me I was wearing BLACK AEROSOLES PUMPS with my WHITE WEDDING DRESS?"

You can only imagine my relief with the alarm finally went off this morning!

So if any of you are dream interpreters or have a copy of "Your Dreams and What They Mean", please feel free to help me out with this one.

Oh, and one more thing. The whole reason that my friend was over at my house in the first place was because all of my eyelashes were falling out and she was going to help me put on fake ones!

I think I liked it better when I was trying to memorize my lines.

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Thursday, September 4, 2008

It's like Tom Petty said, "The way-ay-ting is the hardest part."

O Lord God, you have only begun to show your servant your greatness and your might. -Deuteronomy 3:24

This was the scripture verse that waited for me in my inbox on the morning of June 21st. When I read it, I got excited. Very excited!

I was excited for the day to begin so I could see what great and wonderful things God had waiting for me.

The morning started out like any other morning. I got Dan off to work. I made the kids their breakfast. Nothing great and mighty there.

So I waited.

And I waited. And I waited some more.

Nothing extra-special or out-of-the-ordinary happened that day.

Or the next.

Or the next.

And trust me, I was looking and waiting and watching. And I kept rereading that verse to make sure that I hadn't read it incorrectly the first time.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I was excited. But now, it's over two months later and nothing great or mighty has happened yet.

I know you shouldn't treat Bible verses like your own personalized daily horoscope or like fortunes that you pull from a fortune cookie, but I knew this verse was written just for me, that it held special meaning just for me on that particular day.

And yes, I know that this verse was written well over 2000 years ago and has been read by millions and millions of people since then. But when I read it, it felt like it was written just for me.

I am currently entering a new season in my life. My kids are a little older and don't need me to do every little thing for them. And while this is good, it leaves me with lots of extra time on my hands - time usually spent pondering what exactly it is that I should be doing with my life.

And when I read that verse, I thought to myself, Ah ha! Today is the day God is going to let me in on his secret! Today is the day that I find out what I'm supposed to be doing with my life!

But if he told me that day or in the days immediately following, I didn't hear him.

So I started doing research about how to find God's purpose in my life.

And what I kept coming back to over and over again was prayer and study of the scripture.

"Praying and studying the scripture?"I whined to God. "But that's hard work. You know I'm lazy."

I can be such a whiner when I don't get my way. ( I know where my kids may get it.) I was hoping God would just speak to me in the shower like he normally does and we could get on with it.

But no. God wants me to work for it, I suppose.

So while I'm waiting and watching, I'm trying to pray more and read the Bible more and I know that He has only begun to show me his greatness and his might.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

I think we have a problem.

We didn't accomplish much this weekend.

It was Labor Day weekend after all. The name itself implies lots of hard work but we all know Resting and Relaxing Day weekend would be a much better name for it.

We did manage to clean out our garage yesterday. Dan did this last year around this time, but the stack of mud laden toys and bikes and sidewalk chalk and paint were taking over, making it difficult to park our cars, so something had to be done.

We rinsed and rearranged and tossed and in addition to a dead frog that had gotten trapped under a pile of toys, we found a BLACK WIDOW SPIDER!

And after the whole garage was cleaned and straightened and swept, we found ANOTHER BLACK WIDOW SPIDER!

I guess at this point, you could say that we have a problem.

So my to-do list today looks like this:

1. Purchase spider spray.
2. Spray spider spray.
3. Frantically check the garage in 5 minute intervals for dead and dying spiders.

Good times, ya'll. Good times.

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Monday, September 1, 2008

Miracle Monday - Closed For the Holiday!

Miracle Monday will be relaxing today in honor of Labor Day!

I hope you all get to enjoy a peaceful day with your family and friends.

See you back here next Monday when I'll be sharing a medical miracle that occurred recently in my family.

I hope you will all have a miracle to share as well. See you next Miracle Monday!

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