Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Easter


Ethan at the pre-schooler's Easter egg hunt at our church. He was very unsure about what to do....


Candy? You mean there's candy inside these things you're making a big deal about? Why didn't you tell me this to begin with?!


Open this, Mom!


Having a snack.


Brennan came out to have a snack.



Making Resurrection Rolls the night before Easter.



It's empty on the inside. Just like the tomb!


Some goodies from MiMi. Yes, my kids got a visit from the Easter bunny, but it wasn't much. We don't even talk about the Easter bunny nor did they even realize the Easter bunny was coming. Easter is not about a bunny.




Flip-flops from MiMi.


So sweet.



At the in-law's for Easter lunch. My mom wanted me to take this picture because she was amazed that my father-in-law washes dishes.






Highlight of the afternoon. Four-wheelers. (Only with a responsible adult)


My 3 boys.


And Bayleigh did not want to be left out!


Worn slap out.

And no, even though Chad wore a coat and tie per my request on Sunday morning, there are no family pictures of us in our Sunday best. My dress was worn for the 3rd Easter in a row........

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Our hope remains......

Last week was one of those "What a week's!!!!" And it had nothing to do with anything that happened personally to me. But it has everything to do with SO many people surrounding me-- whether I knew them personally or just saw it on the news. It was everything from burying SSgt. Jason Rogers of the Marine Corps and the shameless, heartless protesters of Westboro to tornadoes leaving a wide path of destruction. From hearing a patient talk about the loss of her husband whom she still misses more than anyone can ever understand, after almost 2 years, to the death of someone sudden on Friday night. It was, for lack of better description, a very emotional week. My heart is very heavy for so many people.

Uncertain times and a future that we can't foresee can make it a very questionable point in our lives. I was so tired of hearing such bad news last week when a friend reminded me of this verse:

John 16:33

33 “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”


Being reminded of that short, simple verse overwhelmed me with a peace like nothing else. How hard is it for us to forget the simple, yet profound fact that God is still in control? It's quite easy. He's bigger than whatever we are struggling with. He is bigger than our hurt. He has conquered IT ALL. It doesn't get any more simple than that. We have never been promised an easy journey-- And I can't explain why some seem to deal with so much more heartache than others. I can only say that God doesn't sit back and watch us suffer for no reason and no purpose. It's a part of His ultimate plan and purpose for OUR lives and HIS glory.

If we didn't experience pain, heartache, and loss, how could we ever know the full power of our Lord Jesus Christ in all of His splendor? As one of our sweet patients was talking to me about the loss of her husband (who was a precious, precious, man and a shining example of a Christ follower) she got very emotional. She does this every time she comes in, but I love hearing her talk about him and reminisce about their marriage together. And I love the fact that she feels comfortable enough to come in and get a cavity filled and talk to us like we're old friends. But she said something that really touched me. She said she was never angry at her husband (he was diagnosed with cancer and opted out of chemo treatment), she was never angry with God, but she did question why God would take him from this life so soon when he still had many years to share his ministry and share God with others. She then said that as clear as a bell, she heard God tell her, "What about my Son? He only ministered for three-and-a-half years. Do you not think He could have been used much longer than that?" She said she never questioned God about it after that. Of course, by this point, with all my pregnancy hormones, I was crying my eyes out. What a true statement. Jesus only walked this earth for 33 years, and ministered a little over 3 of them, and God chose to use Him in a more profound way by what most would consider an untimely, unspeakable death.

We also have the story of Paul. Paul, who was afflicted by many different things from the time we are ever introduced to him. Paul, who suffered many trials, yet could boast about all of them through Christ who gave Him the strength to endure. Paul, who asked God to remove the thorn from his side, yet whatever that thorn was, it remained with him. Just a reminder:

2 Corinthians 11:23-30

23 Are they servants of Christ? (I am out of my mind to talk like this.) I am more. I have worked much harder, been in prison more frequently, been flogged more severely, and been exposed to death again and again. 24 Five times I received from the Jews the forty lashes minus one. 25 Three times I was beaten with rods, once I was stoned, three times I was shipwrecked, I spent a night and a day in the open sea, 26 I have been constantly on the move. I have been in danger from rivers, in danger from bandits, in danger from my own countrymen, in danger from Gentiles; in danger in the city, in danger in the country, in danger at sea; and in danger from false brothers. 27 I have labored and toiled and have often gone without sleep; I have known hunger and thirst and have often gone without food; I have been cold and naked. 28 Besides everything else, I face daily the pressure of my concern for all the churches. 29 Who is weak, and I do not feel weak? Who is led into sin, and I do not inwardly burn? 30 If I must boast, I will boast of the things that show my weakness.


Trials will come and trials will go. Some will become a distant, all but forgotten memory, and some will leave deep and painful scars. Yet through it all, if we allow and ASK God to use our pain for His purpose, He can and WILL do it. But we have to ask. God wants us to openly put our trust and hope in Him. Without those 2 things, we suffer through pain that can be unnecessary. While being a Christ follower doesn't give us the promise of a life without trials, it does give us the promise that we will be given grace for each second, peace beyond understanding, and a permanent home beyond any comparison. These things on earth are temporary, even though some may feel like their pain will endure for eternity. God has overcome this world. He has conquered death and He has conquered our pain.


James 1:12


12 Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.


Romans 5:2-4

And we[a] boast in the hope of the glory of God. 3 Not only so, but we[b] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope.


Then last, but certainly not least, on this week of Easter, we have the sufferings and trials of Jesus Christ. He suffered the most unthinkable death for all of us, yet even though he was 100% God, he was also 100% human and pleaded with God to take the cup from his hands. Not because he didn't WANT to die for us, he knew all along that that was the plan, but because he showed us that he was still human and showed the same fear and sorrow that any of us would show at a point before we knew we were going to die.


Matthew 26:36-44

36 Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” 37 He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee along with him, and he began to be sorrowful and troubled. 38 Then he said to them, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.”

39 Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.”

40 Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. “Couldn’t you men keep watch with me for one hour?” he asked Peter. 41 “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

42 He went away a second time and prayed, “My Father, if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may your will be done.”

43 When he came back, he again found them sleeping, because their eyes were heavy. 44 So he left them and went away once more and prayed the third time, saying the same thing.

45 Then he returned to the disciples and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and resting? Look, the hour has come, and the Son of Man is delivered into the hands of sinners. 46 Rise! Let us go! Here comes my betrayer!”


And we, of course, know the eventual happy ending to that tragic story. One man beaten and tortured to death to save all of mankind. Whatever trial WE may be going through, we can have the peace that we too will have a happy ending, if we choose to be a Christ follower and put our hope in Him.



Monday, April 11, 2011

The Kings and the "King"........................


So, Chad and I had a weekend away with some friends and went to Memphis. We purchased tickets for a Kings of Leon concert with some friends back in January before we knew I was pregnant. Then after we purchased the tickets we realized they were general admission tickets. Which translates into "I'm-too-old-for-that-mess". Which also translates into "Never-again-will-I-do-that-to-myself-unless-Elvis-comes-back-from-the-dead". We camped out for SEVEN hours to have the best seats. Which weren't really seats. It was standing on the concrete floor smashed against a bunch of drunk college kids.

But, I will also add, for the most part, we had a blast. The show was GREAT, and I got to listen to a new band who opened for Kings of Leon. The opening band was called Band of Horses and they totally rocked!!!!! But, Kings of Leon rocked-ed with the most-ed.


Let us in!!!


Lora and me camping out.


Lora got first row because she ran like she stole something. I had a rude girl butt in front of me and we made it to 3rd row, which was still pretty awesome. But, Lora and Jon caught 2 guitar picks, a drumstick, and a plastic shot glass that one of the band members was drinking some blue liquor out of. Me? I just caught a bad attitude with all the rude people around me. I was a very hated woman by the time we left the concert.

I should also mention that Lora and Jon live next door to one of the band member's grandparents AND know not only the grandparents, but his mother AND his aunt personally. Like, on a first name basis. Pretty cool!


Band of Horses. They all looked like they hadn't showered in a few weeks and one of the members looked like he was stoned on a lot more than happiness and alcohol......





Woot-woot! Kings of Leon has arrived!!!!







So we roamed around Beale Street after the concert looking for a decent restaurant to eat at, when we ran into this AWESOME bike. It had a DVD player jamming a video of B.B. King rocking out on his guitar. That, by far, was the coolest bike I have ever seen.



And of course, no trip to Memphis is complete unless a trip to Graceland is included..... My third trip and I still see something new every time I go. But, I won't bore you with all 100 pictures I took. Just the highlights.....



This is my FAVORITE room in the house!!!! It's just so cozy and colorful.


Forbidden staircase. Elvis is behind the blue curtain. I saw him wink at me.


Chad was interrupting my Elvis meditation.


My second favorite room in the house. When it comes time to buy new furniture, I am getting a replica made of this sectional in Elvis' Taking Care of Business room. Love, love, love it!



Lora and me.


Again.


Check out the lady behind Chad and me. She was getting irritated.


Lora's picture of me on the mirrored ceiling.

Good times, good times.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Praying for our children, grieving, and last but not least, my soapbox.

This topic has been on my mind for quite some time lately. Maybe it's because of the crazy world we are living in these days-- the same world that is getting crazier by the millisecond-- or maybe it's just my heart as a mother. Praying for my children is something I find an honor and privileged to do. But, as bad as it may sound, I find myself praying more fervently and with more passion for my children than I do anything else I pray for. I don't suppose that is a BAD thing necessarily, but other things that should require as much passion in my prayers just don't get it the way my children do in my praying. The older my children get, and the crazier this world becomes, I find praying for my children becomes more fervent and more heartfelt.

When Brennan asked Jesus into his heart last year, it was definitely God's hand in it. I had been praying for Brennan because he was asking so many questions and had such an open heart to God. Then when he would pray, it would just blow me away. His prayers were more adult-like than mine were. I have known since Brennan was little that God is going to do something major in his life. Brennan has a unique ability to talk to God and has a HUGE faith in all that he does. He also has a VERY tender heart. When I started praying for Brennan's salvation, God started using all these things one right after the other--- like a domino affect-- for things to fall perfectly into place. And things did fall perfectly into place.

I love praying for my children, but it can be a sort of frightening thing in the back of my mind. When I pray for Brennan and Ethan, I pray for God to use my children for His Glory and for His purpose. I also pray for my children to be used to advance His kingdom. Quite frankly, that could open up the doors to a whole realm of things. What if my children get sick-- deathly sick? What if they are taken from me (God forbid) at an early age? Because God can and WILL use situations such as sickness and death for His purpose. My biggest, most real fear in life is to lose my children. I cannot even begin to fathom burying a child. There is nothing that sends shivers up my spine and makes my heart ache like the mere thought of giving my child back to God before I leave this earth. But, parents lose children everyday. God uses situations like that to change hearts and change lives. It can happen. While my children are gifts from God for a short time on earth, they are not mine to decide what will become of their lives. My job is to raise them with the wisdom and the ability that God has given me, to honor God by raising them the way He wants me to, and to give Him all the glory and the honor through praying for my children and helping them make the right choices in life. But, on a side note, I also end my prayer for my children by asking God to give them LONG, HEALTHY lives and to keep them safe and protected. And I also pray for future spouses. I hope to leave a legacy that will continue for generations to come.

Which brings me to grieving...... In our "David" Bible study, we discussed the topic of grieving. It occurred to me that while God gives His children the grace and the strength to cope with a loss from day to day, I don't believe that God fully allows us to ever FULLY heal from a loss. I do believe He allows healing, but I don't believe that He fully heals. Not because He's some mean God that sits up there on his unchanging throne and watches us revel in our misery, but because He has a purpose for pain. As unfair as it may seem. As a child of God, where would we be without pain? Anyone from a recovering addict to someone who has been through the unthinkable-- like losing a child-- can never fully heal. It becomes all about placing your priorities in order. Will you turn to that bottle, or will get on your knees and pray? Will you close yourself in darkness and sleep for 3 days straight to forget why you are hurting, or will you step outside and continue to see the blessings that God is faithful to give?

I know people who hurt and have experienced a loss have some very bad days. I'm not saying that's wrong. It's okay to hurt and it's okay to cry. What's not okay is to blame God for the reason you are suffering for the rest of your life. Blaming God can be a process of grieving, but it's just a stepping stone in the entire process, as long as it's temporary. God sustains everything He ordains. In other words, He's going to get you through it as long as you trust His word and trust He will be faithful. It won't be easy, it won't be short-lived, but the more you can turn to Him in your hour of need, the more His glory is going to shine through. As Beth Moore says: God is not a "strong- whimmed" God, He is a strong- willed God. He doesn't do anything on a whim. Not even what has caused you pain. He has a plan and a purpose for EVERYTHING. But it's up to you as to how you accept it and deal with it.

Okay, now I am changing the subject. I suppose I should just start a new blog entry, but my fingers are already typing away. Let me just say that I am NOT proud to be an American today. I think it's disgusting and despicable that our Congress is willing to freeze the pay of our military because they can't agree on a budget. HEY GENIUSES???? I have an idea! Let's do a complete audit of our entire social system and freeze spending on these dishonest people who live on Medicaid and food stamps and drive away from the hospital and grocery stores in their Cadillac Escalades and carrying their Louis Vuitton purses and talking on their newest iPhones. Gee, that makes too much sense. I'm sick to death of all these liberals who continue to put their priorities in the wrong places. If the money is not there, how about we don't spend it????????????? And if we have to freeze anything, the soldiers who risk their lives everyday and who sacrifice everything they have should be the last people to get sucker-punched in the gut. Obama, you make me sick and so do all of your liberal peeps. I wish you, Pelosi, and Reid would take a long walk off of a very short pier. 2012 where are you????? And just for the record, I was anti-Obama BEFORE it was cool!--- (Thanks, Amber, for that. Love it. I want the t-shirt and the bumper sticker. Heck, I might even get it tattooed on my forehead.) He's a moron. Haley Barbour certainly isn't perfect, but he makes sense at this point in the game. Heck, even Donald Trump does, and that is sort of sad.......

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I still haven't found the motivation to blog. I have also become quite the party- pooper. If I'm not in bed by 8:00, I am not a happy camper, and therefore I make everyone else around me miserable. I don't necessarily go to SLEEP at 8:00, I just want to be in bed with a good show on television or a good book, and my feet propped up. Which brings me to the subject of cleaning. I hate for my house to be dirty, yet I am too tired to clean 24/7, as is standard in a house with 2 boys (3 if you include my husband). So I have decided to hire a maid. And yes, I use I as in me, myself, and I. My husband balances the checkbook and has half-heartedly agreed to a maid. I have WHOLE- heartedly decided we ARE going to hire one. But then when it comes time to make the phone call, I chicken out. We could afford a reasonably priced maid once or twice a month, but I know better than to spend our money on something I can do myself. But, WOW, wouldn't it be nice to come home to a clean house once in awhile? I am ready and I am going to call TOMORROW. (Got that Chad?)

Chad and I went to the doctor Friday for our first official pregnancy visit. Things looked well. The measurements and sonogram measured me at 8 weeks and 4 days as of Friday. (I was 9 weeks yesterday). My due date is November 6. The baby had a good, strong heartbeat and had a heartbeat of 160. The lady doing the sonogram said a heart rate of over 150 CAN be indicative of a girl. Of course, she said not to run out and buy pink, but I had already lost Chad after she said a fast heartbeat could equal a girl. He wants a daddy's girl so bad! However, I do have a fibroid located somewhere in my uterus and I have cysts on my ovaries. The fibroid can increase chances of a miscarriage over the next couple of weeks until the baby implants and depending on WHERE the baby implants. I was a little shocked when she said the "m" word, and I am concerned in the back of my head, but the doctor told me because the baby had such a strong heartbeat that she felt very good about my pregnancy at this point. I am amazed at the technology between 7 years ago when I had Brennan and now. When I was first pregnant with Brennan, he looked like a peanut on the screen with a very small dot as the heartbeat. With this baby, it looked like a teddy bear. You could already see the arms and leg buds and make out the head.

Before I go pick up Brennan from art class I will leave you with the link to Brennan and Ethan's Spring pictures. We had them done last year and again this year with the live bunnies. Too cute! And she offers a package that is hard to beat for her Easter special.

http://jennifernicholson.smugmug.com/Children/brennanethatn/16474919_CCC7w#1239819953_tFH27