Friday, February 29, 2008

Blogging Break

My tired, old decrepit computer has rebelled. It has served me faithfully since we received it as a gift nearly 4 years ago. I love my Dell, I have kept fingers out of it, I have kept back the tinkering "mechanics" who would load this and load that, "Oh try this download Mom!"

But alas, it can't stay on anymore. I keep getting a BSOD, nearly every morning. That's a "blue screen of death" for you non-techies.

My DH purchased new memory for my Dell at Christmastime, but I think it is sick now, non-compatibility issues.

I'm expecting a new computer in about 2 weeks, but I can't risk losing all my files, photos, (nearly 8000 of them,) stored on this computer.

I need to slow down and limp it through this crisis, so I'll not be able to be here in bloggy land like I would like to be.

Who knows, maybe this is God's way of telling me I'm spending too much time here.
I'll be back, don't fret, we are well, I just have to take it easy on the old Dell Dinosaur.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Thursday's post a day early...

I got nothin' today folks, so if you stopped by to reap some great and inspirational nugget of wisdom, you've come to the wrong blog. I've had a day of running around with two kids in tow, not too bad considering, but I didn't come up with anything witty, or inspirational or hope filled in my travels.

Tomorrow promises to be just as weird, I'm driving an older gentleman from our former church to the military hospital for an appointment. He would have to spend a couple of extra hours getting a pass to the post, so I'm picking him up and dropping him off instead. I'll sit and cross-stitch, or read, or twiddle my thumbs until the appointment is over and I can drive him home. Then off to the grocery store while the kids are at the sitter. Ahhh! The freedom of it all!

I had this saved on my computer for such a time as this, when funny is just not happenin', spiritual insight has gone out the window and intelligence is nowhere to be found. So here it is: If I were a shoe...

If I were a shoe, I’d be Birkenstocks, cause they are soooo comfy.
If I were a city, I wouldn’t be a city, I’d be a small town, population 3,000 or less. (I’d be Mitford, if it were real.)
If I were a season, I'd be Spring, new life, new growth, you bet!
If I were a car, I’d be a Suburban, cause it’s a tough truck, with classy style.
If I were a vegetable, I’d be edamame, Soy beans. (I know, weird.)
If I were a fruit, I’d be pineapple, sweet and tangy on the inside, but a prickly shell. Not that I have a prickly shell, you just have to get to know me in order to know how sweet I am.
If I were a color, I’d be fuchsia
If I were furniture, I’d be a wing back chair
If I were a song, I’d be “Chrome” by Trace Adkins.
If I were a country, I’d be Australia
If I were a beverage, I’d be a Grande decaf sugar-free vanilla non-fat latte with whip.
If I were clothing, I’d be jammies.
If I were weather, I’d be mostly sunny slight chance of rain.
If I were an animal, I’d be a duck-billed platypus
If I were a dessert, I’d be tiramisu.
If I were a plant, I’d be a ficus benjamina.
If I were a word, I’d be home.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

1 Corinthians 13:1-12

This is all I have to say today, go over to Praise and Coffee and read. Insightful, inspiring and oh, so important.
Are you fully loving your loved ones?
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Monday, February 25, 2008

Rules, Schedules and God's Provision

My daily Bible reading has taken me on a journey of miscellaneous rules; God’s rules for His people. Much of it has been rather dry and boring, repetitive and seemingly unnecessary. After all, who would think about stealing another man’s wife, well, I guess that people do thing about it and that’s why God had to be so specific about the things He wanted the Israelites to obey. God was very specific about the offerings and tithes brought to the temple, this offering is for this particular feast time and this offering is for that time. Bring this amount if you are married, and bring this amount if you do not have a wife. Take head that you obey these things, and do all that I have commanded you.

I came to the blessing today in my reading, Deuteronomy 28: 1-14. I’ll just quote verses 2 and 9. 2) “And all the blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, because you obey the voice of the Lord your God,” 9) “The Lord will establish you as a holy people to Himself just as He has sworn to you, if you keep the commandments of the Lord your God and walk in His ways.”

What a blessing! All the blessings shall come upon you, and He will establish you as a holy people. Now I do not promote the “prosperity” theory, but I do know that if we do as he commands us we will be blessed, not necessarily in monetary ways, but in my experience, He has always taken care of our needs when we are in the center of His will.

I am in the process of preparing for a trip for myself to attend my husband’s graduation from Ch-BOLC. My dear mother is coming with my niece to care for my children while I am away. I feel like I’m writing my own book of Deuteronomy, listing the rules, schedules and chores that we live by in this household. While I’m sure that it will not run perfectly here at home while I’m away, (indeed it does not run perfectly when I am at home,) I would hope that my children would remember the rules they have been taught and that they will reap the blessings of following the schedules and doing the chores that have been laid out before them. I hope that they will remember with fondness the fellowship with their Grammy and their cousin, and know the pleasure of familial love.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Score one for Skinny Girl!


Skinny girl, “I found a great new snack for us to try! Martha Stewart raves about it and Faith Hill eats them!”
Fat Girl: “Yum! Let’s bake!” Thinking about those de-lish-to-die-for Oatmeal Toffee cookies.
“We’re not baking.” Skinny says, “You eat this raw.”
“Raw, you say?” Fat replies, “Mmm, I love raw cookie dough! Lemme at ‘em!”
“No, it’s edamame.” Says skinny girl with pride.
“Eda-whaty?” That sounds like some 60’s era knot tying plant hanger!”
“Edamame, you know, soy beans! They’re full of fiber, and protein and healthy heart disease fighting stuff.” Skinny smugly replies.
Fat Girl, “I’d rather die happy!”
Skinny Girl, “Ain’t gonna happen, now have a soybean!”

Clock update!

Oh my! I think I may have unintentionally misled you all into thinking that those clocks were all mine! That is truly not the case, I just found a picture off the internet. While I would love to have all those beautiful antique clocks, I only have one wooden clock that hangs on the wall. We call it a grandmother clock, it doesn't stand on the floor like a grandfather clock, it is large, but not that large. I didn't have a picture of MY clock so I just searched on the internet for something close.
I didn't mean to mislead you.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Quiet


It’s quiet. Too quiet.

In the solitude of my home, something is missing.

The little boys are sleeping. The big kids are at school. The radio is off, but still there is a sound that I’m not hearing. Where’s the tick, where’s the tock. Where are the Westminster Chimes; top of the hour, quarter past, half past, three-quarter past.

Yesterday was “Winds-day”, the day to wind the clock. I didn’t.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Worst Mom Award

Last week, I made my daughter eat pound cake just so we wouldn't have leftovers. While that may not seem too bad, she doesn't like pound cake. I didn't realize she didn't like it, but I didn't want it hanging around, she obediently complied. Then immediately spit it out.

I created this award for those times when we as Moms do those awful things we shouldn't! Like feeding your kids expired yogurt, Carla.

This one's for you! Grab it and take it on over!

If you see this and know of a Mom who could use a laugh, feel free to pass it around. All in fun, mind you, the Mom's I know are great!!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Suburban Update!

I picked up the Sub, ran to Wal-Mart and then “treated” the kids to a drive thru car wash! Complete with triple color foam, thankyouverymuch!

As we pulled out of the car wash, I flipped the wipers to rid the beautifully clean windshield of the remaining drops the high-speed jet engine didn’t blow away, nothing! I flipped again, back and forth, nothing! No wipers! I tried pulse, delay, spray, low, high. Not a movement! Dead! What else can go wrong on this bucket of bolts and hyper-sensitive circuitry!?

I drove back to the mechanic, and lovingly told him, I’d like to send him on a cruise, or put a kid through college, because indeed, I’d be whipping out my Debit card again for him to swipe!

Turns out, some knucklehead who has earned the term of endearment, Idiot Previous Owner, had a little trouble with the wipers and instead of replacing the bad electrical board, (which he should have done,) he had it re-soldered, making big leaden globs of goo all over board inside the housing, which have since shorted out, and blown the motor. You may think, it’s just wipers! Can’t you live without wipers? Not on the wet side of state where I live.
So now, I’m again without a car, hopefully just until this evening, and I’ll be paying $160 more toward Tim’s Bahama Fund.

Will there come a point where I just have a new car? Maybe I should take off the radiator cap and drive a new one underneath, I know it works, we just replaced it!

On another positive note; (Call me Pollyanna!) I’m not feeling depressed about this, I am able to laugh and at least be cynical, so I must be feeling a bit better.

Thanks for praying.

Depression on the Heels of Illness

Why is it, after a week of feeling like crud, I just can’t get motivated to even lift a finger, the house is gross, laundry is piling, kitchen sink is just nasty, N-A-S-T-Y, nasty.

I have gone through four rolls of toilet paper just blowing my nose. And it isn’t even the soft kind; my nose is just raw. I have asthma, so every time I get a cold, it goes right to my chest and hangs on forever. I don’t sleep well and I’m so tired during the day.

I can’t think of anything amazingly witty or profound so I’ll just sit here and wallow in self-pity.

On a positive note, the gremlin-esque hiccup in my Suburban’s engine has now been routed out and repaired. (I hope!) In the past 2 months I have spend nearly $2K on repairs. I keep trying to remember what Larry Burkett says, “the cheapest car you will ever own is the one you own right now.” We still owe too much on it to warrant selling it and getting another, so we just keep plugging along. I’m hoping that once I get this stuff done on it, it will last me another 100 thousand miles. Do you ever pray over your vehicles? Let me tell you, I have prayed more over this one in the last month, than I ever have on any other vehicle we have owned.

I really don’t want this to sound so negative, but I can’t write inspirational things when I feel so uncreative.

Just pray.

Friday, February 15, 2008

60 Questions

I was going to do 60 questions for my 60th post, but that was 2 days ago. (How did that happen?) Then I thought of adding some more and doing it at 100, but my brain is fried because I'm sick, so you get it now.

1. What is in the back seat of your car right now? Three car seats, French fries, a bottle of windshield wiper fluid, my beloved denim quilt from my sister Nin and my emergency kit.

2. When was the last time you threw up? Food poisoning episode in August of last year, I seriously thought I was going to die!

3. What's your favorite curse word? Crum

4. Name 3 people who made you smile today? Boo, Robby and God.

5. What were you doing at 8 am this morning? Standing in the cold with my children at the bus stop.

6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Dozing on the couch with Boo.

7. What will you be doing 3 hours from now? Who am I, Nostradamus?

8. Have you ever been to a strip club? Never.

9. What is the last thing you said aloud? “Robby stop squishing your brother.”

10. What is the best ice cream flavor? Plain ol’ vanilla.

11. What was the last thing you had to drink? Drinking it now, Gevalia Ceylon Cinnamon Orange Tea.

12. What are you wearing right now? Jeans, pink shirt and my husband’s black fleece army jacket, toasty!

13. What was the last thing you ate? Edamame. (Soy beans)

14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? Nope.

15. When was the last time you ran? 2004, Bear and I usually walk this particular path, he persuaded me to run, “just to the corner.” I was wheezing so badly, he had to run back to the car and get my inhaler. True story!

16. What's the last sporting event you watched? Watched the Huskies get trampled last Sunday in the wee hours, I was sitting at the ER at MAMC.

18. Who is the last person you emailed? My niece-in-law, Kristina.

19. Ever go camping? Not any more, see this post.

20. Do you have a tan? Ha ha very funny, in this land of liquid sunshine, I am mayonnaise, I tell ya!

24. Do you drink your soda from a straw? Don’t touch the stuff.

25. What did your last IM say? Let’s see that was back in 2006, Bear was on his way back from Iraq, probably something about flights and welcome home ceremonies.

26. Are you someone's best friend? I sure hope so!

27. What are you doing tomorrow? Again with the psychic?

28. Where is your mom right now? Her house in Utah.

29. Look to your left, what do you see? Roll of toilet paper, no, I’m not in the bathroom, I hab a code in by doze.

30. What color is your watch? Which one, silver, gold and brown.

31. What do you think of when you think of Australia? I have several fellow Creative Memories Consultant friends who are there, I think of them.

32. Would you consider plastic surgery? Tummy tuck to get rid of Baby apron.

33. What is your birthstone? Sapphire, gorgeous!

34. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Drive thru; think I’m crazy enough to drag 5 kids in with me? :::snort:::

35.How many kids do you want? As many as I have right now.

36. Do you have a dog? Had one, she was too high strung, I can’t care for 6 kids and a dog in the same household, I nearly kill my plants!

37. Last person you talked to on the phone? My across-the-street-neighbor.

38. Have you met anyone famous? No, but Bear met Ray Charles on an airplane once.

39. Any plans today? Stop sneezing and sniffling.

40. How many states have you lived in? 5

41. Ever go to college? Yes, I got my MRS degree.

42. Where are you right now? Sitting at the computer, duh!

43. Biggest annoyance in your life right now? This here code in by doze.

44. Last song listened to? Something by Point of Grace, it’s on my iPod. (Borrowed from my Bear while he’s away. I erased his stuff and loaded my music, he listens to R.C. Sproul)

46. Are you allergic to anything? Dust, which is why I don’t do it.

47. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? Used to be my Isotoner slippers, but I have plantar fasciaitis, and have to wear my Dr. Scholl’s tennis shoes all the time now. Even in the house, gasp!

48. Are you jealous of anyone? I don’t think so.

50. Is anyone jealous of you? Goodness, I hope not!

51. What time is it? Time for the kids to come home from school.

52. Do any of your friends have children? Yeah, like all of them.

53. Do you eat healthy? Sure, in addition to eating garbage.

54. What do you usually do during the day? Wipe noses, mine and the children’s, wipe bottoms, wipe counters, wipe the crumbs onto the floor.

55. Do you hate anyone right now? Nope.

56. Do you use the word 'hello' daily? Every time the phone rings.

58. How old will you be turning on your next birthday? Can’t think that far in advance right now. See # 43

59. Have you ever been to Six Flags? No, the closest thing growing up for me was Lagoon in Farmington, Utah.

60. How did you get one of your scars? Stubbed my toe in my Daddy’s shop and gashed my big toe, seven stitches in an “S” shape. My toenail still doesn’t grow right on that foot.

If you read this and feel like doing it on your blog, you are officially tagged. No pressure.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Love Letters

Yesterday I received a sweet email from my distant husband. Eleven heartfelt words, short and sweet, to the point, told me all I needed to hear. He loves me and wishes I were with him.

I have read and reread it over and over. Why wouldn’t I? It’s from someone I love, someone with whom I have a deep and meaningful relationship. Someone who loves me back, more than anyone else in the world--in this world.

There is someone who is outside of this world who loves me ever so much more than my sweet Bear could ever love me. It’s true.

I have a letter from Him too. It’s a big one, 783,137 words total in the King James Version. It has 1189 chapters and 66 books.

It’s sitting over on the end table next to my cozy chair. It’s in pretty good shape for how old it is. The pages should be creased, and wrinkled; the spine should be broken with pages falling out. It should be dog-eared, and written in, highlighted and full of sticky notes, but it’s not.

Is it because I don’t love Him? No, I do. Is it because I don’t want to read what He’s written to me? No, I know it is good for me, that He only wants me to have the very best and to tell me how much He loves me. Is it because I don’t have the time? I think that’s it. The relationship I treasure most in my life goes by the wayside, because I think that I don’t have time to spend with my Lord.

I don’t have time?

Despicable!

Unacceptable!

If I will read eleven words over and over from my earthly sweetheart, why on earth would I not want to spend time daily with my Lord? Which is why I am recommitting and reminding myself of my New Year’s commitment, to read His Word all the way through this year.

Three chapters, that’s it, three chapters a day is all it takes. Five on Sunday, but you should be in His Word more on Sunday because it should be a day of rest, no soccer games, concerts, and dinners out with friends.

Spend time with your God, that’s what I’m going to do.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Continuing Saga of Fat Girl and Skinny Girl


Skinny girl, “Do you realize that this stomach is only the size of your two fists put together? About the size of a grapefruit.”

Fat Girl, “Grapefruit!” She replied incredulously, “You’ve seen me pack, you wanna see how much pizza I can stuff in that space?”

Sick and tired of being sick and tired


We’ve been sick, sick, sick with the flu; achy, hurting, fever and some (gross) vomiting. It started with me 3 weeks ago, then Chels got it, Ace was next, then Miss Busy was down for about 5 days, just this morning went back to school. Yesterday, Robby and Boo caught it; at the same time, thank you very much! They just have fever, and aches. Well, Boo nearly threw up all over my keyboard yesterday, I was able to scoot back out of the way and he only got my lap and his sister’s homework. (Terrific!)

Please pray!! I’m so sick of this, literally! This morning, I’m sneezing, and have a runny nose. This is how my allergies start so I think that’s what I have. With Daddy gone, I’m the only caregiver, and I get pretty worn out when everyone is calling Mommy!

Thanks, I knew I could count on you!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Don't Pound Me

I am officially the worst mom ever. I was cleaning up the kitchen and there were two bites of pound cake on a plate. I asked Chels to just eat them, why stick them in a bag, it’s just two bites, come on. She obediently starts chewing a little bite and then runs to the garbage can to spit it out. We have a yucky tummy sickness in the house right now, so I was very concerned, “Are you ok? Are you sick, too?” “No,” she replied, “I just don’t like pound cake.”
Sigh…then why on earth did you eat it?

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Tent Living

I’ve had a couple requests to hear the homeless-living-in-a-tent story. There is a bit to the behind-the-scenes part so if you’d like to check out now, be my guest, although there are lessons and blessing from God in the end, so I encourage you to stick around.

My DH, Bear had decided not to reenlist in the Army back in 1996, so we packed up all our things and moved West. My parents lived in Utah at the time and Micron was building a new plant just a mile away from where they lived. We put all our things in storage and looked around for jobs. We looked and looked for about two months, we couldn’t find anything in the area and decided to head out for Idaho.

We lived with Bear’s parents for a week or so then moved to a friend’s camper. Our stuff was now in storage in Boise. I found a job in Boise and we rented an apartment there. Bear was discouraged about not finding work himself.

My sister Silver, forwarded our mail to us from Utah. It was full of God’s blessings, unpaid leave money from the Army, and a letter from a dear friend who had a home in Leavenworth, they were asking if we still needed a place to live and if we were willing to move back to Kansas and house sit. We were! They said the house would be vacated on the 15th of July. We gave our notice at our apartment, and packed up all our stuff in a U-Haul and started back East. We had some trouble with the truck in Pocatello and had to stop and trade vehicles at my sister Nin’s house.

Back on the road, we traveled through Utah, Colorado and the Kansas plains. This was back before cell phones and unbeknownst to us, the plans had changed in Leavenworth. The renters needed to extend for 30 days. Their new assignment wasn’t ready and had to wait, (story of the Army, by the way.) We rolled into town thinking that we could back right up to the door and move in.

Well, back up we did, but not to the house, we stuffed it all in storage, except for our camping supplies. We found a state campground, that was only $7.00 a week to stay; that was in our budget. This would be fun, like an extended vacation. (We only had one child back then, so don’t think I’m too incredible!) We roughed it eating MRE’s and cooking over a campfire with food from our food storage.

All was going well until the thermometer and the humidity both reached 95. Bear was job-hunting during the day and eventually found a locally owned roofing company who needed help. Bear went up and down the ladder all day hauling 75 pounds of shingles, and came “home” at night ready to crawl into his comfy sleeping bag so he’d be ready to start all over again at 0530. A couple of weeks into this rigmarole, the weather started to get bad, wind and rain storms, then we heard on our little portable radio, that we were in for a tornado watch, which quickly turned into a tornado warning.
Our tent was only a year old and we had taken care to seal all the seams to keep the water out. It didn’t leak! We were pelted with driving rain and the wind blew and blew, I thought we would blow into the creek bed we were camped near.

Finally, after the tornado warning, we were invited to bunk with Bear’s employer, the roofer. They had a tiny little house with a finished attic. Now let me just say right here, if you live in the Midwest, and have an attic, please, please insulate the roofline, then build a false ceiling and then insulate again! It was hotter than a roof on fire; well it was a roof on fire. I would have almost rather been in the tent.

We stayed there for the last week, and then our house was ready. I have never appreciated walls and floors more than that day.

We housesat for three years while our friends were stationed elsewhere with the military and we were more settled. Once Bear was working full time we bought a house in Kansas City.

Our blessing from God in all of this is his protection, we survived that storm not because we were smart enough to buy a sturdy tent, or because we had the foresight to seal the seams, or because we picked a good campground because we didn’t, the campground was terrible; bugs, mosquitoes, swampy creek bed. Yuck.

We survived because God is sovereign, Adonai-Jehovah. He is the shepherd and protector of His children, Jehovah-Rohi. He had and He does have a plan for our lives. I trust Him because He has never failed us in the past and He will keep us in the present and He will guide us in the future. He is the one who sustained us through the storm.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Seven Things About Me

My new Blogging friend Jennifer tagged me to write 7 things about me, this was actually kind of tough, I'm a boring person, (I think) I'm glad I wasn't doing 100! Maybe in honor of my 100th post, I'll have to start working on that now.
So without further ado...

1. I collect teacups and saucers; I love the old nostalgia of them. I display them on a lovely handmade wooden shelf, but I hate to dust.

2. I once memorized and performed Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata on the piano, though now I couldn’t read the music to save my life.

3. I have two generations of children, a 19 year old who was an only child for nine years and the younger bunch, 5 kids in 8 years.

4. Twenty years ago my husband and I eloped in the middle of final’s week; we both had tests at 0800 the next morning.

5. We were homeless for one month in 1996; lived in Kansas in July during a tornado warning and roughed it in a 3-man Coleman tent, and lived to tell about it.

6. I grind my own wheat to make my bread; and make our own jams and jellies to spread on top. (I had to put those two together, so sue me.)

7. We “trench-compost” in the backyard, so although I don’t have any skeletons in my closets, I do bury eggshells, banana peels and coffee grounds. I'm an archeologist's nightmare!

Ok, so I'd like to know 7 things about Emily, Jess, Carla, Lelia, Laura, Meredith, and Gayle.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Traditions and Remembrance

My daily Bible readings this week have been from the books of Leviticus and Numbers. I have been reading A LOT about duties, rules, feasts, regulations and conduct. I can't believe that God wanted them to only perform these regulations, but to remember why He gave them in the first place. He often told Moses to tell the Israelites, "When they do such and such, remember how I saved them from the Egyptians."

The traditions were not all about the DOING of the thing, but rather they were to help them REMEMBER what God had done.

When my husband was deployed to Iraq a few years ago, we started a tradition; movie and pizza night, every Friday night. The kids and I started it then to give them something to look forward to and to remember that even with Daddy not around, we were still a family and we would still celebrate special family times. I was pregnant during both of Bear's deployments and I often "cheated" with a frozen pizza, it was a break for me to not have to cook and I could have a relaxing evening with my kids.

Now I usually make one from scratch, having the dough ready for the kids to put their favorite toppings on before we pop it into the oven. Friday night is family night at our house, it is a special day of the week where we know that it will be just us, no running around, no neighbor kids intruding on our comfort of home, a time when we remember that family is important.

Though it started while Daddy was gone, we have continued it after he returned and then again during the next deployment, and continue it to this day. It is as special to my kids now as birthdays and holidays. They know that Friday night is special and when kids ask about playing outside, they tell them that Friday night is special; we spent it with our family.

They are remembering.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Come visit me...


My dear brother just informed me that placing a dirty diaper in the mailbox could be likened to Illegal Dumping of Bio Hazard Waste on US Federal Property.
So if the Water Department guys decide to turn me in and I'm doing time in the Big House, will you all come visit me?

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Two Tasks

How hard can it be, I ask? I had two things to do before I put the boys down for a nap. I gathered my keys and the trash and out the door I went, hurrying so that Boo wouldn't be climbing on the baker's rack before I came back inside. Or maybe calling China on my cell phone. Run outside, do the jobs, come back in. Quick.

I put the dirty diaper in the mailbox.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Prescription for Healing

Last night I took Boo to the ER. We have all had some kind of crummy illness this week, mostly me, but I’m better now, thank you for your prayers. Boo woke up about 10 pm after everyone else was in bed and sleeping soundly.

I had finished my reading and my tea and was heading off to bed. He was crying and when I lifted him out of his crib he said, “Ow, ow,” and started rubbing his right ear. Ok, no brainer, ear infection. He had been rubbing the left one the day before. I called my dear friend Ang and she came right away to sit with the other children.

We arrived at 2300 at the ER, got triaged and checked in. We sat and waited; watched a little Rodeo and waited; we watched the Washington Huskies fight a good fight against the Golden Bears and we waited. Then we slept, sitting up in a rather squeaky chair and finally at 0330 we were called back into a room.

Nearly 30 minutes later a doc, of sorts, came in and asked why we were here. I introduced my baby and said, “He has an ear infection.” He eyed me rather suspiciously as if to say, I’m the Doctor here, I’ll tell you what he has.

First ear checked, “Oh, Mommy knows best, Buddy.” He replied with surprise. “Yes, I have six children, I’ve been through this before.” I replied. We talked about treatment, was he allergic to anything, ever taken antibiotics before? No, he never has, he shouldn’t have built up immunity to anything. Thirty minutes later at 0430 we were out the door an on our way home.

While I knew what the problem was, and I knew what Boo needed to correct it, I couldn’t do anything about the treatment on my own. I needed that Doctor’s help. He held the keys to Boo’s treatment, the prescription for healing.

How often in our lives do we think we know what is the right thing? We storm ahead, thinking, “Mommy knows best!”

Our ancient Biblical sister Sarah did, she thought that she could take matters into her own hands and provide her handmaid to Abraham so he could have an heir. What if Esther hadn’t gone along with God’s plan for her life? Where would the Hebrew nation have been? What if Mary had told the Angel she wasn’t going through with that ridiculous plan of her having a baby, she wasn’t married, and Joseph could have had her stoned?

While I’m sure that God can conduct His plan without us, what good things are we missing when we don’t get His prescription, if we don’t follow through and digest the medicine that He has ordained for us?

Are you taking matters into your own hands? Do you think you know the best way to conduct the affairs of your heart?

I often do, and when it doesn’t turn out right, and I fumble and make a mess of things, God gently brings me back and says, “Now, child, let me handle it. I never asked you to do this on your own. I said I would be there to offer the prescription you need.” And I come humbly and offer the thing back to Him and what do you know? His treatment works.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Peanut Butter Graham Sandwiches

I participate, (when I can) with a Thrifty Recipe Swap over here at The Grocery Cart Challenge. Gayle is a great thrifty Mom, and I'm trying to get the hang of being thrifty in the area of groceries too.
Check it out for some great snacks for the kiddos.

This weeks recipe swap is all about the munchies. What are some thrify snack recipes that are staples in your house?

Ok, this isn't really exciting, but my kids enjoy this treat.
Package of graham crackers one or two depending on how many munchkins have the munchies.
Jar of peanut butter, we like Adams All Natural

Spread the crackers with peanut butter, top with another cracker and split into rectangles. Serve with a big glass of milk to wash it down. Yummo!
 

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