I sometimes "write" a blog post in my head. As you may have noticed they don't often make it from my head to here. I don't fully "get" blogging yet. Who the heck are we all writing for? When I blog there's no way I say everything I would if it was a private journal. Trust me I totally just deleted a couple sketchy, yet funny, sentences. The most entertaining blogs I've read have been strangers who I felt were being totally honest. Who knows, maybe they weren't. No one reads my blog anymore, so I really have to write for me. And yet those deleted sentences.... Oh bother.
Well here I am, but I just wanted to talk about a really sweet picture my daughter drew on the Magna-Doodle today. It's over there in my instagram shots. Its a family photo. Our whole family. She drew Caleb in a blanket in my arms. It really made me smile, how sweet and thoughtful of her. But once they were all tucked into bed and I looked at that picture that old familiar ache crept back up. My due date with Caleb approaches. How I wish that this house was getting ready for his arrival. How I wish for achy hips and back. How I crave those kicks and wiggles from within. Sometimes the sadness just hits. Tonight is one of those times.
I do have to say I've learned a ton though this experience. I've also been thankful for some pretty amazing friends. Sometimes people are just awesome aren't they? I am blessed. My times with God lately have been especially sweet. Oh it's just so friggin amazing to see him change this wretched heart of mine! Words just can't explain what it's like to really experience the love and grace of Christ and my precious Father.
Well I feel encouraged and lifted, and now I have this post to look back on and take me back to this time in my life. I guess that's part of what blogging is about for me.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
My Thoughts on Halloween
We used to do halloween. The first couple years of Katelyn's life we dressed her up and went to a few houses for candy. Things have changed and we no longer "do" halloween. Here's why:
We are Christians.
All the candy is bad for our health.
All the candy has wasteful wrappers on it, remember one of my favorite blogs? Zero Waste Home
I don't like the scary costumes and my kids get scared when they answer the door to hand out candy.
Ok, so now I'm going to expand on the first one because in my mind it's the one that matters the most. Please realize that this is my conviction and I'm not judging other people, nor am I saying you should all change because of what I say here! As a Christian my family and I are are set apart, different from the world (1 Pete 2:11&12). Our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against evil spiritual forces (Eph 6:12). Do you know where Halloween comes from?
It's interesting to look into, and a few different things come up. It's origins are pagan, and yes so are the origins of Christmas. But Christmas celebrates Christs birth, and Halloween celebrates death and evil. Yes originally it had a lot to do with the harvest, but it was also believed that the souls of the dead would visit on this night. It falls right before All Saints Day which is no coincidence. Catholics believed that when people died they basically waited around and got a chance to go to heaven on All Saints Day. So the night before was their last chance to get revenge, and haunt. I've also heard that since Reformation the persecuted Christians dressed up and bribed their attackers.
Satan takes what God has created and twists it, he makes counterfeits. He's a fake and a lie. I'll use the example of lust. Satan took sex, a beautiful gift from God, and he perverted it, turned it into all kinds of pitfalls for man. I believe that as Christians we need to be extra vigilant so we don't fall into his schemes. Pretending we can just take the "innocent" parts of Halloween and leaving the rest is a cop out.
I choose not to compromise and just take the fun bits of Halloween. My kids dress up all year, and we get treats often enough. I do struggle because we are called to love our neighbours, and handing out candy is very loving. To that I say that we must be loving all year round. Look out for our neighbours, know them, know their needs. Pray for them! Get involved with them, get to know them.
I also don't want to be holed away in a dark basement watching T.V. feeling the need to hide. My dream would be to have a powerful worship service on that night. Again, our battle is not between flesh and blood. Can you picture the spiritual battle on Halloween night around a place of worship? I would much prefer to kill demons and ruin satans plans than just be complacent and eat candy with a couple cute kids. The world lies to us, Satan lies to us. (1 Jn 5:19) He wants us to not care, or to not think about it too much. I'm getting worked up, YES!
1 Peter 2:11 (in case you didn't look it up when I put it up there at the top)
"Beloved, I urge you as aliens and stranger to abstain from fleshly lusts, which wage war against the soul."
And in the Message translation 11&12: Friends, this world is not your home, so don’t make yourselves cozy in it. Don’t indulge your ego at the expense of your soul. Live an exemplary life among the natives so that your actions will refute their prejudices. Then they’ll be won over to God’s side and be there to join in the celebration when he arrives.
We are Christians.
All the candy is bad for our health.
All the candy has wasteful wrappers on it, remember one of my favorite blogs? Zero Waste Home
I don't like the scary costumes and my kids get scared when they answer the door to hand out candy.
Ok, so now I'm going to expand on the first one because in my mind it's the one that matters the most. Please realize that this is my conviction and I'm not judging other people, nor am I saying you should all change because of what I say here! As a Christian my family and I are are set apart, different from the world (1 Pete 2:11&12). Our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against evil spiritual forces (Eph 6:12). Do you know where Halloween comes from?
It's interesting to look into, and a few different things come up. It's origins are pagan, and yes so are the origins of Christmas. But Christmas celebrates Christs birth, and Halloween celebrates death and evil. Yes originally it had a lot to do with the harvest, but it was also believed that the souls of the dead would visit on this night. It falls right before All Saints Day which is no coincidence. Catholics believed that when people died they basically waited around and got a chance to go to heaven on All Saints Day. So the night before was their last chance to get revenge, and haunt. I've also heard that since Reformation the persecuted Christians dressed up and bribed their attackers.
Satan takes what God has created and twists it, he makes counterfeits. He's a fake and a lie. I'll use the example of lust. Satan took sex, a beautiful gift from God, and he perverted it, turned it into all kinds of pitfalls for man. I believe that as Christians we need to be extra vigilant so we don't fall into his schemes. Pretending we can just take the "innocent" parts of Halloween and leaving the rest is a cop out.
I choose not to compromise and just take the fun bits of Halloween. My kids dress up all year, and we get treats often enough. I do struggle because we are called to love our neighbours, and handing out candy is very loving. To that I say that we must be loving all year round. Look out for our neighbours, know them, know their needs. Pray for them! Get involved with them, get to know them.
I also don't want to be holed away in a dark basement watching T.V. feeling the need to hide. My dream would be to have a powerful worship service on that night. Again, our battle is not between flesh and blood. Can you picture the spiritual battle on Halloween night around a place of worship? I would much prefer to kill demons and ruin satans plans than just be complacent and eat candy with a couple cute kids. The world lies to us, Satan lies to us. (1 Jn 5:19) He wants us to not care, or to not think about it too much. I'm getting worked up, YES!
1 Peter 2:11 (in case you didn't look it up when I put it up there at the top)
"Beloved, I urge you as aliens and stranger to abstain from fleshly lusts, which wage war against the soul."
And in the Message translation 11&12: Friends, this world is not your home, so don’t make yourselves cozy in it. Don’t indulge your ego at the expense of your soul. Live an exemplary life among the natives so that your actions will refute their prejudices. Then they’ll be won over to God’s side and be there to join in the celebration when he arrives.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Sad Things Today
Depressing title I know. Here's my list of sad things:
- We are organizing the garage because it's supposed to snow, and it's just the beginning of a long cold winter:-( (Thankful I can park in the garage though!)
- While organizing the garage the infant car seat was pushed to the back of the shelf, won't be needing that.
- I've been reading the Little House on the Prairie Books, which makes me feel lazy and in-adequate. Laura was 15 and she wouldn't have to spell check "in-adequate", she was amazing! Not to mention "Ma" and all she did in a day. I know it's totally silly of me to compare, but still. It's just how I'm feeling.
- Micah is offically just huge and not a baby anymore. This fact didn't bother me before when I was waiting for another baby. Now it's painfully obvious that this house is without a baby for the first time in more than 6 years.
Ok, I'm done being sad. My house smells amazing from supper cooking, and my family is snug and happy under this roof. I can trust my Heavenly Father and rest in His mighty love.
This post is weird and I don't really like it, I'll still post it though. Thanks for listening.
- We are organizing the garage because it's supposed to snow, and it's just the beginning of a long cold winter:-( (Thankful I can park in the garage though!)
- While organizing the garage the infant car seat was pushed to the back of the shelf, won't be needing that.
- I've been reading the Little House on the Prairie Books, which makes me feel lazy and in-adequate. Laura was 15 and she wouldn't have to spell check "in-adequate", she was amazing! Not to mention "Ma" and all she did in a day. I know it's totally silly of me to compare, but still. It's just how I'm feeling.
- Micah is offically just huge and not a baby anymore. This fact didn't bother me before when I was waiting for another baby. Now it's painfully obvious that this house is without a baby for the first time in more than 6 years.
Ok, I'm done being sad. My house smells amazing from supper cooking, and my family is snug and happy under this roof. I can trust my Heavenly Father and rest in His mighty love.
This post is weird and I don't really like it, I'll still post it though. Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Prayer Vigil
This past weekend I was in Calgary with the fam. I went down for a couple reasons, doctors appts, birthdays, hanging out with family etc. But because we were going I was super excited to join in the prayer vigil at the abortion clinic there. It was the number one thing on my list. More than Ikea, more than the cute consignment store, more than Phil and Sebastian coffee. I wanted to see what it looked like so that when I pray here at home it's more real. I wanted to support the efforts of 40 Days for Life. Most of all I wanted to pray for those Mammas going through such a hard time. I hoped that by being there I could be a light and shed love onto that place a bit.
But I didn't go. I didn't go?! Seriously, I didn't even go. And there is no excuse. I guess I could say I was busy, which it true. I could say I was tired. Which is also true. I could put the blame on Satan because of course he didn't want me bringing the power of God to that hurting place. I really don't know why I didn't go, but it makes me feel sad, and a little sick. It's also a wake up call.
It's hard to get our butts out the door. I have SO much respect for the people that are filling the hours on the sidewalk there. I feel horrible that the sidewalk was empty when I should have been there. Beyond words. Sad.
Christians, we need to wake up! It's time to join together, to BE THERE! Time to stomp Satans crusty dirty head and ruin his plans! Our prayers matter. Our presence matters. Our time is worthwhile. What are you using yours for? I sure was convicted over what I'm using mine for, and it sucks when I have to answer God with a grovelling and meek "I'm sorry." I'd much rather have said, "Nice work God, thanks for being there with me, it was powerful!" I'm sure thankful that I'm forgiven and saved by grace (and don't actually have to grovel), but next time I'd way rather be used in His mighty army.
Food for thought. I'm munching. Now I'm thinking about other things I fill my day with, and what I can be doing instead. Oh wow, I have so far to go and so much changing and growing to do. It's fun! I'm excited!
p.s. I didn't do shopping or coffee either, just for the record ;-)
But I didn't go. I didn't go?! Seriously, I didn't even go. And there is no excuse. I guess I could say I was busy, which it true. I could say I was tired. Which is also true. I could put the blame on Satan because of course he didn't want me bringing the power of God to that hurting place. I really don't know why I didn't go, but it makes me feel sad, and a little sick. It's also a wake up call.
It's hard to get our butts out the door. I have SO much respect for the people that are filling the hours on the sidewalk there. I feel horrible that the sidewalk was empty when I should have been there. Beyond words. Sad.
Christians, we need to wake up! It's time to join together, to BE THERE! Time to stomp Satans crusty dirty head and ruin his plans! Our prayers matter. Our presence matters. Our time is worthwhile. What are you using yours for? I sure was convicted over what I'm using mine for, and it sucks when I have to answer God with a grovelling and meek "I'm sorry." I'd much rather have said, "Nice work God, thanks for being there with me, it was powerful!" I'm sure thankful that I'm forgiven and saved by grace (and don't actually have to grovel), but next time I'd way rather be used in His mighty army.
Food for thought. I'm munching. Now I'm thinking about other things I fill my day with, and what I can be doing instead. Oh wow, I have so far to go and so much changing and growing to do. It's fun! I'm excited!
p.s. I didn't do shopping or coffee either, just for the record ;-)
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Why do you Homeschool?
People ask me that sometimes. It's a good question, why do we choose to educate our children this way? After the kids' dance classes today I heard the following conversation:
Child: (whiney voice) Do we get to go home now? I just want to go home, I'm tired.
Mom: No bud come on! We have to go to hockey now.
That was it. It was 5:15pm. The kid might have spent 30 minutes at home after school, then dance, then hockey. He wasn't in dance but he still had to wait around while a sibling had dance class. Then he was whisked off to his hockey practice.
The time my kids get to spend at home, that's one reason I home school. On a really good school day where I put concentrated effort into things, Katelyn spends an hour in the morning doing songs and activities and an hour in the afternoon doing book work. Done. Other days it's even less. The activities they're in, and play times with other families compliment their school work.
That's just one reason and I could expand on it, but I think it's pretty simple. I'm thankful that this works for us, because I'm not naive enough to think it works for everyone. I know many people can't do it, won't do it, or haven't thought to do it. I'm not saying their wrong, just sharing one reason why we made the choice. Maybe I'll share another reason later.
Child: (whiney voice) Do we get to go home now? I just want to go home, I'm tired.
Mom: No bud come on! We have to go to hockey now.
That was it. It was 5:15pm. The kid might have spent 30 minutes at home after school, then dance, then hockey. He wasn't in dance but he still had to wait around while a sibling had dance class. Then he was whisked off to his hockey practice.
The time my kids get to spend at home, that's one reason I home school. On a really good school day where I put concentrated effort into things, Katelyn spends an hour in the morning doing songs and activities and an hour in the afternoon doing book work. Done. Other days it's even less. The activities they're in, and play times with other families compliment their school work.
That's just one reason and I could expand on it, but I think it's pretty simple. I'm thankful that this works for us, because I'm not naive enough to think it works for everyone. I know many people can't do it, won't do it, or haven't thought to do it. I'm not saying their wrong, just sharing one reason why we made the choice. Maybe I'll share another reason later.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Laundry and Prayer
I've been feeling really overwhelmed with house work lately. I've also been feeling overwhelmed in my heart in the matter of abortion and our country's stance on it. Two totally different things, but today they are chipped away together, at least in this household.
Today our government is dealing with motion 312. I'll be honest I really don't understand all the implications. Here's some info on it. I understand enough to know that I should be on my knees in prayer over the issue.
Basically Canada is talking about changing the definition of "Human Life", because as it stands now this hasn't been updated since who knows when.
So because I'm overwhelmed in house work and because I'm overwhelmed in my heart, I kneel and fold a HUGE pile of laundry and I pray.
I pray for our leaders, I pray for the conversation in that room today. I pray that our hearts will seek truth as a country. I pray for the lives that are at stake here. I pray for Christians in this country. That we would all wake up, not only to the crisis of abortion, but to so many things that we are blind to. That we would arise, join in prayer, join because of love.
Today our government is dealing with motion 312. I'll be honest I really don't understand all the implications. Here's some info on it. I understand enough to know that I should be on my knees in prayer over the issue.
Basically Canada is talking about changing the definition of "Human Life", because as it stands now this hasn't been updated since who knows when.
So because I'm overwhelmed in house work and because I'm overwhelmed in my heart, I kneel and fold a HUGE pile of laundry and I pray.
I pray for our leaders, I pray for the conversation in that room today. I pray that our hearts will seek truth as a country. I pray for the lives that are at stake here. I pray for Christians in this country. That we would all wake up, not only to the crisis of abortion, but to so many things that we are blind to. That we would arise, join in prayer, join because of love.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
So many things are on my mind I can't choose just one to blog about tonight. So I'll do a list because I'm a lover of lists.
1. Africa and sweet little toes that I got to paint purple while I was there. I was scanning through some instagram photos today when a friends picture just hit me out of no where. It was a sweet little black foot with pink painted toes. It reminded me of the three girls at the drop in center who I still pray and hope for
2. Abortion. A word that makes me squeemish for so many reasons. I hate HATE conflict. I'm a people pleaser. I'm working on it because it's so not healthy. I hate controversy and I don't feel smart enough to debate issues, especially not abortion. All things that I'm submitting to Jesus. I'm asking God to soften my heart and I'm willing to be used by Him in the area. I'm squeemish about it for the obvious reason too. Just the thought of what they are doing to that sweet babe and our country's stand on the topic. Disgusting! However in saying all that, the whole thing, for me anyways, is about love and compassion. Love not only for the baby, but for the mother. It's a big decision and no matter what she thinks there will be emotional healing that needs to happen. And compassion for the mother because we are all broken and need fixed. Where is the root of this mentality that "Women should have a right to their own bodies." I just texted this to a friend and I'll share it with you: "I think we as a society are so busy taking care of our rights, feeling entitled, and not feeling supported that we forget about responsibility. What about our responsibility as a mother to that unborn babe who doesn't have a voice?" I would add something about families, the importance for good ties between us and our parents, and the lack of that in so many these days. I don't know how to word it all yet, so just never mind about that part yet.
3. Big families. I love big families and have always been intrigued by them. I wonder if I'll be the mamma of a big family one day. When I was in Calgary this summer and shared our happpy news of expecting our fourth with some girls I met they were amazed, thought I was crazy, but also had a healthy respect for me. It struck me as odd. I guess I live in a place where it'snormal accepted to have more kids than just the one or two. My how different I am than the girl I would have been had the planning been left to me and we had stayed in Calgary all these years. How thankful I am that God has a much much better plan. Back to the subject. Big families (we're talking 6 or more children) seem warm, fun, centered, and so many other things to me. This subject ties into another one on my mind
4. Control. Birth Control. Don't worry I'm not going to get all gross on you here. I'm a control freak and like to plan things. Check this out: Married '04, first child '06, second child '08, third child '10. Mini van, house in cul-de-sac, holidays, craft times, cute hair cut, check. Check. Check. The image is all down pat and good. Right? HA! It drives me crazy when I hear that people think I have it all together, and yet how can I blame them. That's what I've worked so hard for isn't it? Oh God make me humble! I would say to those people that they are SO wrong for thinking I have it all made. God is working on my heart. Breaking down the barriers. It feels SOOOO good to let Him in. To let Jesus wash it all away. Sorry, this is so not about birth control anymore, how did I do that!? See, I should really not be allowed to blog at night! I'll just say that I am finally willing and excited to give God my whole heart and life, even this area of controlling when and how many children we have. It's hard for me to feel emotionally ready to "try again" ( I hate that term. Like Caleb was a fail and we'll just try again), but I know in my head I need to lay it down and let God work. Let go and let God.
I've learned a lot this year. About me and about God. I'm submitting to Him, going to Him, being changed by Him. I'm stoked to meet with Jesus these days, to talk with him and hear from him.
I know God is working in intricate ways in my life in this area of giving up control to Him when it comes to our future children. I shouldn't be fearful that I'll have 10 more kids, drive a "Morman van", never travel, be broke, be judged. SEE! When I write it all out I know it's totally ridiculous and those with big families totally just laughed at me. It's good that they would laugh because they know how silly I'm being too. Of course life isn't always easy when you have many children to love, guide, and care for. But is it all worth it in the end? I hope I can someday answer that truthfully with a: HECK YEAH!
1. Africa and sweet little toes that I got to paint purple while I was there. I was scanning through some instagram photos today when a friends picture just hit me out of no where. It was a sweet little black foot with pink painted toes. It reminded me of the three girls at the drop in center who I still pray and hope for
2. Abortion. A word that makes me squeemish for so many reasons. I hate HATE conflict. I'm a people pleaser. I'm working on it because it's so not healthy. I hate controversy and I don't feel smart enough to debate issues, especially not abortion. All things that I'm submitting to Jesus. I'm asking God to soften my heart and I'm willing to be used by Him in the area. I'm squeemish about it for the obvious reason too. Just the thought of what they are doing to that sweet babe and our country's stand on the topic. Disgusting! However in saying all that, the whole thing, for me anyways, is about love and compassion. Love not only for the baby, but for the mother. It's a big decision and no matter what she thinks there will be emotional healing that needs to happen. And compassion for the mother because we are all broken and need fixed. Where is the root of this mentality that "Women should have a right to their own bodies." I just texted this to a friend and I'll share it with you: "I think we as a society are so busy taking care of our rights, feeling entitled, and not feeling supported that we forget about responsibility. What about our responsibility as a mother to that unborn babe who doesn't have a voice?" I would add something about families, the importance for good ties between us and our parents, and the lack of that in so many these days. I don't know how to word it all yet, so just never mind about that part yet.
3. Big families. I love big families and have always been intrigued by them. I wonder if I'll be the mamma of a big family one day. When I was in Calgary this summer and shared our happpy news of expecting our fourth with some girls I met they were amazed, thought I was crazy, but also had a healthy respect for me. It struck me as odd. I guess I live in a place where it's
4. Control. Birth Control. Don't worry I'm not going to get all gross on you here. I'm a control freak and like to plan things. Check this out: Married '04, first child '06, second child '08, third child '10. Mini van, house in cul-de-sac, holidays, craft times, cute hair cut, check. Check. Check. The image is all down pat and good. Right? HA! It drives me crazy when I hear that people think I have it all together, and yet how can I blame them. That's what I've worked so hard for isn't it? Oh God make me humble! I would say to those people that they are SO wrong for thinking I have it all made. God is working on my heart. Breaking down the barriers. It feels SOOOO good to let Him in. To let Jesus wash it all away. Sorry, this is so not about birth control anymore, how did I do that!? See, I should really not be allowed to blog at night! I'll just say that I am finally willing and excited to give God my whole heart and life, even this area of controlling when and how many children we have. It's hard for me to feel emotionally ready to "try again" ( I hate that term. Like Caleb was a fail and we'll just try again), but I know in my head I need to lay it down and let God work. Let go and let God.
I've learned a lot this year. About me and about God. I'm submitting to Him, going to Him, being changed by Him. I'm stoked to meet with Jesus these days, to talk with him and hear from him.
I know God is working in intricate ways in my life in this area of giving up control to Him when it comes to our future children. I shouldn't be fearful that I'll have 10 more kids, drive a "Morman van", never travel, be broke, be judged. SEE! When I write it all out I know it's totally ridiculous and those with big families totally just laughed at me. It's good that they would laugh because they know how silly I'm being too. Of course life isn't always easy when you have many children to love, guide, and care for. But is it all worth it in the end? I hope I can someday answer that truthfully with a: HECK YEAH!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The Weight of a Child
The weight of a child in my lap as we swing.
It's so sweet to hold you here my little golden one.
Yet it reminds me so of the child I hold in my heart,
the one that will only be in my heart.
When I look at your sweet face I also see the one who will never be.
And I wonder.
I wonder if he would have been like you, only wanting Mommies lap when it came to the swings.
I wonder why he left so soon,
why my body is empty.
I wonder what that little one would have been like in my arms.
He would have been warm, and small, and sweet like you were little golden one.
My special boy.
He would have had that smell.
That sweet newborn smell.
He left so soon, he left me empty.
Now my heart aches as I can only look forward to empty arms.
Empty arms, a dream, a hope, a memory.
I hope and dream of holding Joy.
Still savoring the memory,
Still healing from the ache.
But the weight of a child once more.
It's so sweet to hold you here my little golden one.
Yet it reminds me so of the child I hold in my heart,
the one that will only be in my heart.
When I look at your sweet face I also see the one who will never be.
And I wonder.
I wonder if he would have been like you, only wanting Mommies lap when it came to the swings.
I wonder why he left so soon,
why my body is empty.
I wonder what that little one would have been like in my arms.
He would have been warm, and small, and sweet like you were little golden one.
My special boy.
He would have had that smell.
That sweet newborn smell.
He left so soon, he left me empty.
Now my heart aches as I can only look forward to empty arms.
Empty arms, a dream, a hope, a memory.
I hope and dream of holding Joy.
Still savoring the memory,
Still healing from the ache.
But the weight of a child once more.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Hibbidy-jibbidy. That's what's going on.
Look what I found on Pinterest today.
I honestly didn't know if I should file it onto my "funny stuff" board, or my "home organization" board. I mean do people actually do this? I mean real people, with kids, who have to cook and stuff. Seriously, if I tried to do this my kids would hate me by the end of the day, no one would eat. All day. I would collapse. I would call my husband in a hysterically sobbing mess on the floor. I mean, I call him hysterical on a good day, never mind trying to clean the entire house in one day. The image of it is hilarious. But also not, because it's a little bit too real to be funny.
The fly lady approach works MUCH better for me. Basically it's just cleaning up as you go. C-A-Y-G. I can still hear my mom saying that as I cook. Fly lady also has "zones" that you work on each week. I like to think my house stays pretty tidy usually, and once in awhile I give it a concentrated afternoon of scrubbing and call it good. That's reality for me. Usually. But lately it's been different.
Everything's different lately.
The whole reason for this post is to vent a little and give you all a dose of my real life.
Things I'm doing lately:
-Trying to educate my two oldest children.
-Trying to get a business off the ground, ok it's not that big of a business, but it's still something.
-Meal planning. Which is hard because I make everything so difficult by not doing things ahead of time, duh!
-Still getting the garden in and dealt with
-Keeping the house as tidy as humanly and realistically possible all things considered.
-Maintaining some important relationships, mainly my amazing husband
-Majorly cutting back on spending
This post was originally super long. I just wanted to vent about how tired and stressed I am/was trying to keep the basic things going in this household. It's funny the feedback you get when you vent isn't it? Some well meaning people will give you advice and solutions. That doesn't make me feel better, in fact quite the contrary. I just want you to pat my back and tell me I'm doing a good job!
But now I'm going to talk about missing Caleb. Yes again. Yes still. It's been more than a month since we had to say goodbye to our sweet babe. Hard for me to believe it's been that long. The pain has washed over me in a new way this week. It's been a really really hard week. Lots of tears. I try to keep myself really distracted, and so I've thrown myself into some sewing projects. It's nice to get stuff done, but I should know myself better by now.
I need to just let myself be held and comforted by the One that can offer me true freedom. It's so sweet meeting with Him. Jesus my saviour, lover of my soul. I've been so up and down and everywhere this week. Yet he is my constant. He offers me peace and rest.
This post is so scattered. I guess it's appropriate. If only you knew how scattered my head is these days. I can't begin to describe it, so instead I'll get some sleep.
I honestly didn't know if I should file it onto my "funny stuff" board, or my "home organization" board. I mean do people actually do this? I mean real people, with kids, who have to cook and stuff. Seriously, if I tried to do this my kids would hate me by the end of the day, no one would eat. All day. I would collapse. I would call my husband in a hysterically sobbing mess on the floor. I mean, I call him hysterical on a good day, never mind trying to clean the entire house in one day. The image of it is hilarious. But also not, because it's a little bit too real to be funny.
The fly lady approach works MUCH better for me. Basically it's just cleaning up as you go. C-A-Y-G. I can still hear my mom saying that as I cook. Fly lady also has "zones" that you work on each week. I like to think my house stays pretty tidy usually, and once in awhile I give it a concentrated afternoon of scrubbing and call it good. That's reality for me. Usually. But lately it's been different.
Everything's different lately.
The whole reason for this post is to vent a little and give you all a dose of my real life.
Things I'm doing lately:
-Trying to educate my two oldest children.
-Trying to get a business off the ground, ok it's not that big of a business, but it's still something.
-Meal planning. Which is hard because I make everything so difficult by not doing things ahead of time, duh!
-Still getting the garden in and dealt with
-Keeping the house as tidy as humanly and realistically possible all things considered.
-Maintaining some important relationships, mainly my amazing husband
-Majorly cutting back on spending
This post was originally super long. I just wanted to vent about how tired and stressed I am/was trying to keep the basic things going in this household. It's funny the feedback you get when you vent isn't it? Some well meaning people will give you advice and solutions. That doesn't make me feel better, in fact quite the contrary. I just want you to pat my back and tell me I'm doing a good job!
But now I'm going to talk about missing Caleb. Yes again. Yes still. It's been more than a month since we had to say goodbye to our sweet babe. Hard for me to believe it's been that long. The pain has washed over me in a new way this week. It's been a really really hard week. Lots of tears. I try to keep myself really distracted, and so I've thrown myself into some sewing projects. It's nice to get stuff done, but I should know myself better by now.
I need to just let myself be held and comforted by the One that can offer me true freedom. It's so sweet meeting with Him. Jesus my saviour, lover of my soul. I've been so up and down and everywhere this week. Yet he is my constant. He offers me peace and rest.
This post is so scattered. I guess it's appropriate. If only you knew how scattered my head is these days. I can't begin to describe it, so instead I'll get some sleep.
Friday, September 07, 2012
Rainbow Waterfall
Disclaimer: I'm super nervous to share this with you for fear you'll all think I'm crazy. I'm not. I'm also not a weird parent..... ok not usually anyways. I'll just carry on now.
I love having kids. I love it for countless reasons. Yesterday June Bug was in one or her dark moods. I walked through something with her, trying to make her feel better. Explaining things to a child, teaching them things is such a privilege. Isn't it often the adult who learns more in the process? Well here is what I walked through with her:
"June Bug lets imagine a beautiful place together. Let's imagine a waterfall, with a forest and lots of green around it. There is a large rock we can sit on to watch the waterfall. Close your eyes, what do you think the waterfall would sound like? Ok, now lets imagine that the waterfall is big enough that it's spraying water and if we stand on the grassy bank we can feel the spray on our faces. You know what else happens because of the spray? A rainbow! There is a rainbow coming from the waterfall and going into the sky, it's so bright! Ok, now look by the waterfall in the water, do you see Jesus standing there?
(This is where the Monkey piped up, "Yes, and he's standing on the water!") Well June Bug, you can go to Jesus. Just let him give you a hug. He wants you to go out there with him. You can talk to him. Tell him what's on your mind and what is making you so upset.
(She was quiet for a long time, eyes closed).
"June Bug did Jesus say anything to you? (No, I just talked to him) Did you know that Jesus gives gifts? He gives gifts like comfort, love, light, truth. You can ask him for a gift. You can always go to Jesus and talk to him, he loves you SOOOOoooo much!"
That was pretty much the extent of our conversation. It was so convicting for me! Why don't I go to him with the things that are making me sad, angry, confused? The worst part for me is that I know better! I'm not a child! I've experienced God, I've gotten the goosebumpy, so excited I can't sleep feeling of knowing Him. And yet I still find myself slumping around trying to do things on my own. Pretending that I'm doing just fine.
How much sweeter it is to meet with Him, our Saviour! He wants us to give him all that crap. It's why he died! And how sweet it is to be able to worship the Father because we are clean and purified!
This picture was actually taken from my first "real" Bible. I was probably 9 when I got it, and not much older when this verse hit me square in the face. I don't remember what my burdens were way back then, but the meaning has only become more clear.
I love having kids. I love it for countless reasons. Yesterday June Bug was in one or her dark moods. I walked through something with her, trying to make her feel better. Explaining things to a child, teaching them things is such a privilege. Isn't it often the adult who learns more in the process? Well here is what I walked through with her:
"June Bug lets imagine a beautiful place together. Let's imagine a waterfall, with a forest and lots of green around it. There is a large rock we can sit on to watch the waterfall. Close your eyes, what do you think the waterfall would sound like? Ok, now lets imagine that the waterfall is big enough that it's spraying water and if we stand on the grassy bank we can feel the spray on our faces. You know what else happens because of the spray? A rainbow! There is a rainbow coming from the waterfall and going into the sky, it's so bright! Ok, now look by the waterfall in the water, do you see Jesus standing there?
(This is where the Monkey piped up, "Yes, and he's standing on the water!") Well June Bug, you can go to Jesus. Just let him give you a hug. He wants you to go out there with him. You can talk to him. Tell him what's on your mind and what is making you so upset.
(She was quiet for a long time, eyes closed).
"June Bug did Jesus say anything to you? (No, I just talked to him) Did you know that Jesus gives gifts? He gives gifts like comfort, love, light, truth. You can ask him for a gift. You can always go to Jesus and talk to him, he loves you SOOOOoooo much!"
That was pretty much the extent of our conversation. It was so convicting for me! Why don't I go to him with the things that are making me sad, angry, confused? The worst part for me is that I know better! I'm not a child! I've experienced God, I've gotten the goosebumpy, so excited I can't sleep feeling of knowing Him. And yet I still find myself slumping around trying to do things on my own. Pretending that I'm doing just fine.
How much sweeter it is to meet with Him, our Saviour! He wants us to give him all that crap. It's why he died! And how sweet it is to be able to worship the Father because we are clean and purified!
This picture was actually taken from my first "real" Bible. I was probably 9 when I got it, and not much older when this verse hit me square in the face. I don't remember what my burdens were way back then, but the meaning has only become more clear.
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Permission to Cry
I've found such love and support in these past few weeks from people who have lost children, babies, or pregnancies (which are still babies, duh). I just found a blog last night and I'm borrowing a song she had posted a week after her daughter died. Her name was Charlotte, she died in May 2010, she was born at 10:10, died at 11:47. I really appreciate this song because I feel like it gives me permission to cry as much as I do.
Glory Baby - Watermark
Glory baby you slipped away as fast as we could say baby…baby..
You were growing, what happened dear?
You disappeared on us baby…baby..
Heaven will hold you before we do
Heaven will keep you safe until we’re home with you…
Until we’re home with you…
Miss you everyday
Miss you in every way
But we know there’s a
day when we will hold you
We will hold you
You’ll kiss our tears away
When we’re home to stay
Can’t wait for the day when we will see you
We will see you
But baby let sweet Jesus hold you
‘till mom and dad can hold you…
You’ll just have heaven before we do
You’ll just have heaven before we do
Sweet little babies, it’s hard to
understand it ‘cause we’re hurting
We are hurting
But there is healing
And we know we’re stronger people through the growing
And in knowing-
That all things work together for our good
And God works His purposes just like He said He would…
Just like He said He would…
BRIDGE:
I can’t imagine heaven’s lullabies
and what they must sound like
But I will rest in knowing, heaven is your home
And it’s all you’ll ever know…all you’ll ever know…
Here's a couple blog posts that I identified with this week if you're interested.
Selfish from Little Bird
The Tale of Two Heart Beats from my dear friend Anella
Glory Baby - Watermark
Glory baby you slipped away as fast as we could say baby…baby..
You were growing, what happened dear?
You disappeared on us baby…baby..
Heaven will hold you before we do
Heaven will keep you safe until we’re home with you…
Until we’re home with you…
Miss you everyday
Miss you in every way
But we know there’s a
day when we will hold you
We will hold you
You’ll kiss our tears away
When we’re home to stay
Can’t wait for the day when we will see you
We will see you
But baby let sweet Jesus hold you
‘till mom and dad can hold you…
You’ll just have heaven before we do
You’ll just have heaven before we do
Sweet little babies, it’s hard to
understand it ‘cause we’re hurting
We are hurting
But there is healing
And we know we’re stronger people through the growing
And in knowing-
That all things work together for our good
And God works His purposes just like He said He would…
Just like He said He would…
BRIDGE:
I can’t imagine heaven’s lullabies
and what they must sound like
But I will rest in knowing, heaven is your home
And it’s all you’ll ever know…all you’ll ever know…
Here's a couple blog posts that I identified with this week if you're interested.
Selfish from Little Bird
The Tale of Two Heart Beats from my dear friend Anella
Monday, September 03, 2012
Intro to my Children
Well the school season is upon us once again. June Bug is in grade one this year, the Monkey is in pre-kindergarten, which is just a pity thing I made up for him to make him feel cool. And Meatball is officially two years old as of yesterday. Wow! This is a good time to introduce my kids in case anyone other than my mom reads my blog someday. Here's hoping.
My nicknames for my kids just kind of happened after they were born. I appreciate people using initials for their kids, but I'm going to use their weird nicknames instead. We don't even use them on a day to day basis, but they work well for this space.
First up!
June Bug: She is 6 and simply lovely. Seriously, she's just amazing. She loves her little brothers and is usually super sweet to them. She's also very reliable around the house, not only to do her chores (when reminded), but also for little errands here and there.
June Bug loves adventures, princesses, stories, and anything artsy. She loves being outside even when it's -20 C, and she doesn't care at all about anyone else's standards on fashion. She has an amazing imagination and is usually very cheery. When she's grumpy though, watch out! She gets in dark moods, and says strangely contemplative things for a six year old.
And in her shadow but still able to run and ride faster is......
Monkey: Who just recently asked me how old he was. I was a little confused that he would forget, but then he explained that even though he's four and not five he just knew he felt bigger. So he's officially four AND A HALF.
He's always been freakishly agile. I say freakishly, but not because I'm always cringing while he's skate boarding or climbing. I say freakish because he's always known his limits and he just won't do things he knows he can't do. He's always been able to do A LOT though.
Even though he runs, rides, and climbs he's still my sensitive cuddly little guy. He's the quiet type and still takes awhile to get out what he's trying to say.
I love watching him explore his little world. He's getting comfortable with the "big" neighbourhood boys, following them everywhere and keeping up pretty well of course. When it comes to "pre-kindergarten" and chores I have to get pretty creative with how I word things and tread lightly. I can't ask him to do anything or thank him for doing anything, he'll get mad. Instead it's "Monkey, the dishwasher needs emptied and it's your turn." and then "Sweet, the dishwasher is empty, what are you up to now." I can't get all mushy on him and say "great job" or anything, he's interesting. I haven't quite deciphered him yet.
Oh, he's also a vegetarian....... sooooooo opposite of everyone else in the house. The last piece of meat he ate was when he was 2 1/2, it was a bite of hamburger. Even at that point I remember being a little shocked that he ate it. I make lots of broth, you know, the real kind, from bones. So I guess I should say, he thinks he's a vegetarian, mwuuaaaahaaa haaaa.
Right at his heels is........
Meatball. He just turned two, although we've been referring to him as "the two year old" for months now. He's thick and chunky and delicious, like a good salsa. The Meatball is usually chasing after his siblings, tearing the kitchen or garage apart, or napping (thank goodness!). I love having two boys and seeing how completely different we can make two of the same gender. They are both active, but Meatball is like a tank. He just tumbles into the scene without much thought to what he's doing. He's an entertainer and thrives on the attention. The only time he really slows down is when the tinker toys are out. He's great at putting those little things together. Oh, he also naps still - insert heavenly music here -. I make him sound like a crazy kid, which he's totally not. He's just really active and big.
I'd also like to include Caleb here, our wee babe who's in heaven waiting for us all to get our butts up there so we can finally meet him. I can't wait! He was only 14 weeks in my womb before we had to say goodbye. I miss having him growing there. I would be 17 weeks along now and feeling his sweet little kicks. Instead I'm sleeping on my tummy, wearing my favorite jeans, and crying when I least expect it. It's already easier than the first couple weeks, but in a different way. It's like the loss settled deeper inside me. I'm dreading February and all it's emptiness, and praying we have another member of the family someday (not that it replaces him in anyway of course).
This post became something very different than the post I thought I was writing about educating at home, things I do in the fall, or different talents people around me are blessed with. Those were my thoughts when I first sat down here. My brain is weird at night. Next time I'll try this in the morning.
My nicknames for my kids just kind of happened after they were born. I appreciate people using initials for their kids, but I'm going to use their weird nicknames instead. We don't even use them on a day to day basis, but they work well for this space.
First up!
June Bug: She is 6 and simply lovely. Seriously, she's just amazing. She loves her little brothers and is usually super sweet to them. She's also very reliable around the house, not only to do her chores (when reminded), but also for little errands here and there.
June Bug loves adventures, princesses, stories, and anything artsy. She loves being outside even when it's -20 C, and she doesn't care at all about anyone else's standards on fashion. She has an amazing imagination and is usually very cheery. When she's grumpy though, watch out! She gets in dark moods, and says strangely contemplative things for a six year old.
And in her shadow but still able to run and ride faster is......
Monkey: Who just recently asked me how old he was. I was a little confused that he would forget, but then he explained that even though he's four and not five he just knew he felt bigger. So he's officially four AND A HALF.
He's always been freakishly agile. I say freakishly, but not because I'm always cringing while he's skate boarding or climbing. I say freakish because he's always known his limits and he just won't do things he knows he can't do. He's always been able to do A LOT though.
Even though he runs, rides, and climbs he's still my sensitive cuddly little guy. He's the quiet type and still takes awhile to get out what he's trying to say.
I love watching him explore his little world. He's getting comfortable with the "big" neighbourhood boys, following them everywhere and keeping up pretty well of course. When it comes to "pre-kindergarten" and chores I have to get pretty creative with how I word things and tread lightly. I can't ask him to do anything or thank him for doing anything, he'll get mad. Instead it's "Monkey, the dishwasher needs emptied and it's your turn." and then "Sweet, the dishwasher is empty, what are you up to now." I can't get all mushy on him and say "great job" or anything, he's interesting. I haven't quite deciphered him yet.
Oh, he's also a vegetarian....... sooooooo opposite of everyone else in the house. The last piece of meat he ate was when he was 2 1/2, it was a bite of hamburger. Even at that point I remember being a little shocked that he ate it. I make lots of broth, you know, the real kind, from bones. So I guess I should say, he thinks he's a vegetarian, mwuuaaaahaaa haaaa.
Right at his heels is........
Meatball. He just turned two, although we've been referring to him as "the two year old" for months now. He's thick and chunky and delicious, like a good salsa. The Meatball is usually chasing after his siblings, tearing the kitchen or garage apart, or napping (thank goodness!). I love having two boys and seeing how completely different we can make two of the same gender. They are both active, but Meatball is like a tank. He just tumbles into the scene without much thought to what he's doing. He's an entertainer and thrives on the attention. The only time he really slows down is when the tinker toys are out. He's great at putting those little things together. Oh, he also naps still - insert heavenly music here -. I make him sound like a crazy kid, which he's totally not. He's just really active and big.
I'd also like to include Caleb here, our wee babe who's in heaven waiting for us all to get our butts up there so we can finally meet him. I can't wait! He was only 14 weeks in my womb before we had to say goodbye. I miss having him growing there. I would be 17 weeks along now and feeling his sweet little kicks. Instead I'm sleeping on my tummy, wearing my favorite jeans, and crying when I least expect it. It's already easier than the first couple weeks, but in a different way. It's like the loss settled deeper inside me. I'm dreading February and all it's emptiness, and praying we have another member of the family someday (not that it replaces him in anyway of course).
This post became something very different than the post I thought I was writing about educating at home, things I do in the fall, or different talents people around me are blessed with. Those were my thoughts when I first sat down here. My brain is weird at night. Next time I'll try this in the morning.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Because a persons a person, no matter how small.
I don't have much to say today, the fog in my brain won't let me get out what is really rattling around up there. I have been craving God's word, and yet not really seeking it. I've been lazy. Today I was reading other peoples stories of their early pregnancy loss and these verses came up from Psalms
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:13-16)
I marvel at those verses, especially in relation to our little Caleb. I marveled over those verses while Caleb was still growing in me, and I can still marvel at them. God isn't knitting him together in my womb anymore, but he's cuddling with him in a very real place. I think about this picture of Jesus.
If you don't know about this picture google either "Heaven is For Real", or "Akiane Kramarik" it's just a phenomenal story. It is also extremely comforting to me right now.
We are blessed with three living children. I love them SO much and always have. However having a child in heaven has changed my perspective. I appreciate holding my kids in a different way. I love seeing their facial features and knowing what their little sounds and grimaces mean. I love knowing every little thing about them. My perspective on future children has also changed. God told us (somewhere in the bible) that children are a blessing from the Lord. At this point in my life I want more kids. I feel a little obsessed. I feel like I constantly want a baby in our house. Who knows how this will change over the years.
When you lose a child or pregnancy people always think you might resent other people who haven't had a loss. I haven't resented anyone around me who is still pregnant or has a new born. However I get frustrated when people take what they have for granted. I'm sure I was there at some point in my life too so I'm not pointing fingers. God has really been convicting me in the past year about my need to control the size of our family. It's always a good thing to give up control and to trust him. I don't really know where I'm going with this.
You know how "they" always say there are different stages to grief? I wonder if there is a resentment stage. I don't feel resentful over the situation, but towards people not trying to understand what I'm going through. I try to be graceful when people stumble over their words to me, because I certainly have been there before. It's hard to know what to say to someone who is grieving. Just let me know that you're sorry for my loss, and then don't forget about me. It's only been two weeks and two days. There is no timeline for something like this. I'm still processing stuff and new waves of grief are hitting all the time. My due date is sure to be a sad time. Oh, and also don't think that if we get pregnant again I'll be all better, not true!
Sorry that I'm just venting. If you're reading this then you probably care and have in no way offended me. I'm venting about people that don't care to even read this so I don't know what the point of writing it is. I guess just to get it out. I should really get some sleep and gain some perspective so I don't have to keep being grumpy on my poor loyal blog.
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:13-16)
I marvel at those verses, especially in relation to our little Caleb. I marveled over those verses while Caleb was still growing in me, and I can still marvel at them. God isn't knitting him together in my womb anymore, but he's cuddling with him in a very real place. I think about this picture of Jesus.
If you don't know about this picture google either "Heaven is For Real", or "Akiane Kramarik" it's just a phenomenal story. It is also extremely comforting to me right now.
We are blessed with three living children. I love them SO much and always have. However having a child in heaven has changed my perspective. I appreciate holding my kids in a different way. I love seeing their facial features and knowing what their little sounds and grimaces mean. I love knowing every little thing about them. My perspective on future children has also changed. God told us (somewhere in the bible) that children are a blessing from the Lord. At this point in my life I want more kids. I feel a little obsessed. I feel like I constantly want a baby in our house. Who knows how this will change over the years.
When you lose a child or pregnancy people always think you might resent other people who haven't had a loss. I haven't resented anyone around me who is still pregnant or has a new born. However I get frustrated when people take what they have for granted. I'm sure I was there at some point in my life too so I'm not pointing fingers. God has really been convicting me in the past year about my need to control the size of our family. It's always a good thing to give up control and to trust him. I don't really know where I'm going with this.
You know how "they" always say there are different stages to grief? I wonder if there is a resentment stage. I don't feel resentful over the situation, but towards people not trying to understand what I'm going through. I try to be graceful when people stumble over their words to me, because I certainly have been there before. It's hard to know what to say to someone who is grieving. Just let me know that you're sorry for my loss, and then don't forget about me. It's only been two weeks and two days. There is no timeline for something like this. I'm still processing stuff and new waves of grief are hitting all the time. My due date is sure to be a sad time. Oh, and also don't think that if we get pregnant again I'll be all better, not true!
Sorry that I'm just venting. If you're reading this then you probably care and have in no way offended me. I'm venting about people that don't care to even read this so I don't know what the point of writing it is. I guess just to get it out. I should really get some sleep and gain some perspective so I don't have to keep being grumpy on my poor loyal blog.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Good Grief
Matthew and I were expecting another baby. Never again will I use that term "expecting". Our baby died when I was only 14 weeks pregnant, it was such a tragedy to us. I sure didn't expect that. If we are ever blessed with another pregnancy I will hope for another healthy baby.
Miscarriage. The word never bothered me before. Now I hate it. I hate the connotations I feel the word carries. I especially hate the word when it's paired with "just" in a sentence. It may be "just" a miscarriage, but to us our baby just died.
You can't quantify grief. You can't say that someone who had a stillbirth, or who's child died is having a harder or easier time. I know my situation is a lot different than other people, but it's still my life and my loss. I'll grieve, cry, mourn, vent, and I'll take my sweet time at it if I so please.
There has been a lot of elements of sadness to this loss. One of them is feeling like I should get over it and wondering if people think I'm over it just because I can function. It's just a miscarriage after all right? I hate that I'm letting that part of it bother me so much. I always care too much what other people think, and here I am allowing it to add to my grief.
Mostly though I'm just sad at what really happened. We were going to have a baby, and now we're not. He died and I don't know why. I went through childbirth but I wasn't ready, my house shows no signs of it. And most of all we have no baby to show for it. My body and my arms are empty. It was our fourth pregnancy. Things change the fourth time around. I didn't take the cute pictures of my belly growing every month. I didn't ever get to hear the heart beat. I went to my first ultrasound but I went to make sure everything had "passed" out of me to prevent infection. I went to my ultrasound to make sure the baby wasn't there. It was so backwards, so wrong.
God gave us the gift of this child, and he's taking care of him for us now. He gave us another gift, a name. When I was about 8 weeks pregnant God gave me the name Caleb for this child. So even though we don't actually know if it was a boy, I still treasure that name. I had already started thinking of the baby as Caleb before he died. I had already wondered which of his two brothers he would look like. I had already started prepping the big sis that she might be blessed with a brother, because I knew how badly she wanted another girl in the family.
It's been quite the year of learning for me. I'm learning and growing and realizing that the whole point of this messy life has very little to do with me and my wants and my agenda. It has a lot to do with my mighty creator who is still shaping me and teaching me. It has a lot to do with how much that mighty creator loves me and cares about me. I know that he is sad for me right now. I don't really know how to pray through this grief, but I take huge comfort knowing how much God cares.
I realize this post is really choppy, sorry about that. I really wanted to get some of these thoughts out. Early pregnancy loss often goes un-noticed. I'm amazed at how many people have either told me for the first time that they had a pregnancy loss, or told me the story of their baby loss for the first time. I feel like I need permission to grieve, and part of that is because the people that have walked this road before me just got up and kept going and made it look like no big deal. So here I am admitting that it is a big deal. It's been two weeks and I cry all the time, and ache because of my emptiness.
There is a book called Tear Soup that explains grieving pretty well. I read it last year when Eva died. I'm not saying that I've been the perfect supportive friend to Anella, but reading up on the topic definitely makes it easier to know what to say, what not to say, and just a glimpse at what grief might look like for someone. I'm blessed with my hubbie who is so understanding and supportive. I also get the benefit of a friend well seasoned in making tear soup, who is willing to share in my batch even though it tastes different. Most of all I lean on God and his word and his truth. It's the only thing that matters.
Miscarriage. The word never bothered me before. Now I hate it. I hate the connotations I feel the word carries. I especially hate the word when it's paired with "just" in a sentence. It may be "just" a miscarriage, but to us our baby just died.
You can't quantify grief. You can't say that someone who had a stillbirth, or who's child died is having a harder or easier time. I know my situation is a lot different than other people, but it's still my life and my loss. I'll grieve, cry, mourn, vent, and I'll take my sweet time at it if I so please.
There has been a lot of elements of sadness to this loss. One of them is feeling like I should get over it and wondering if people think I'm over it just because I can function. It's just a miscarriage after all right? I hate that I'm letting that part of it bother me so much. I always care too much what other people think, and here I am allowing it to add to my grief.
Mostly though I'm just sad at what really happened. We were going to have a baby, and now we're not. He died and I don't know why. I went through childbirth but I wasn't ready, my house shows no signs of it. And most of all we have no baby to show for it. My body and my arms are empty. It was our fourth pregnancy. Things change the fourth time around. I didn't take the cute pictures of my belly growing every month. I didn't ever get to hear the heart beat. I went to my first ultrasound but I went to make sure everything had "passed" out of me to prevent infection. I went to my ultrasound to make sure the baby wasn't there. It was so backwards, so wrong.
God gave us the gift of this child, and he's taking care of him for us now. He gave us another gift, a name. When I was about 8 weeks pregnant God gave me the name Caleb for this child. So even though we don't actually know if it was a boy, I still treasure that name. I had already started thinking of the baby as Caleb before he died. I had already wondered which of his two brothers he would look like. I had already started prepping the big sis that she might be blessed with a brother, because I knew how badly she wanted another girl in the family.
It's been quite the year of learning for me. I'm learning and growing and realizing that the whole point of this messy life has very little to do with me and my wants and my agenda. It has a lot to do with my mighty creator who is still shaping me and teaching me. It has a lot to do with how much that mighty creator loves me and cares about me. I know that he is sad for me right now. I don't really know how to pray through this grief, but I take huge comfort knowing how much God cares.
I realize this post is really choppy, sorry about that. I really wanted to get some of these thoughts out. Early pregnancy loss often goes un-noticed. I'm amazed at how many people have either told me for the first time that they had a pregnancy loss, or told me the story of their baby loss for the first time. I feel like I need permission to grieve, and part of that is because the people that have walked this road before me just got up and kept going and made it look like no big deal. So here I am admitting that it is a big deal. It's been two weeks and I cry all the time, and ache because of my emptiness.
There is a book called Tear Soup that explains grieving pretty well. I read it last year when Eva died. I'm not saying that I've been the perfect supportive friend to Anella, but reading up on the topic definitely makes it easier to know what to say, what not to say, and just a glimpse at what grief might look like for someone. I'm blessed with my hubbie who is so understanding and supportive. I also get the benefit of a friend well seasoned in making tear soup, who is willing to share in my batch even though it tastes different. Most of all I lean on God and his word and his truth. It's the only thing that matters.
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Education in the Summer Months
Hello my two faithful readers (Mom and Anella), I sure appreciate you guys. Sometimes I like coming here when I get excited about stuff, and it's nice that at least a couple people listen. Anella when you told me about the Culture Swap thingy you guys are doing I got excited. So I went and checked it out. Mom, here's the web site if you're curious. www.worldwidecultureswap.com Basically if you sign up they put you in a group of five other families who you can then start emailing. You all commit to sending each other a package of stuff from your country. Flags, dried leaves, maps, photos, a letter describing what life is like here, stickers, a bit of candy, stuff like that. So you have to commit to sending 4 packages, but in return you also get 4 packages from four different countries! It's a great way to get kids excited about learning about geography. I remember in grade 4 our class partnered with a class in Russia and each kid was assigned a pen pal. It was great english practice for them, but it was a lasting memory for us. I still have those letters and they still smell the same. It was really special. We have a Compassion Child and even that has sparked huge interest in my kids to learn about Kenya and what life is like there. We've supported Mary for 8 years, but now it's getting really fun as the kids take over the letter writing and ask all kinds of creative questions about her life.
If by some odd chance some one else reads this blog, what are some other things you do for education during the summer?
If by some odd chance some one else reads this blog, what are some other things you do for education during the summer?
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Cloth Diapers, My Thoughts
I've been meaning to blog for awhile, in fact I have a nice post, half written, waiting to be posted. It's not the time for it yet though. Today diapers are what's on my mind. As I stood over a boiling pot of cloth diapers I composed a post in my mind. Yes I'm cool, I know it. Before I lose most of you just let me say that blogging about diapers is my cop out when I know I should be blogging about other things. It's easy to blog about diapers. It takes time and thought to blog about submitting my will to Gods and how stubborn I can be. It takes effort to blog about all the real things that are happening in my life. It takes a lot of thought to blog about the books I've been reading lately and what I've been learning. It takes organization to blog about exciting business things happening in my life. I'll get there, bear with me. But for now, enjoy reading about cloth diapering children:-)
I've been convicted that cloth diapers are the choice for this family, and I'm really happy with the result. My initial concern was the health of the environment, then the health of whichever kid is in diapers at the time, and the bonus of cloth diapers is the cost savings.
Here's what diapers I use. Cloth pre-folds called Econobum, Cottonbabies sells them. K, now that I'm typing this I feel like I've posted about it before, oh dear this life of mine! I use a Snappi closure on the prefold. I love how it makes the diapers fit on babies bums. I use Kawaii snap diaper covers. They work great and are fun colours. I have had to re-sew the bias tape on a couple diapers, but at 4.15$ a pop, I could care less about spending 60 seconds at the sewing machine. The pre-folds were 2$ each. So each diaper combination is less than 6$ because I use the covers a few times before washing. I love pre-folds because you can be pretty aggressive to get all the yuck out of them. Like boiling them. If you're a cloth diaper user (for your child) you know that they get a smell after awhile. A punch you in the face ammonia smell like you could never imagine. That's build up of bacteria and soap residue. In the summer I don't have that problem because my husband hung a laundry line for me. Yup, he knows how to romance this womans heart. Did I mention that it goes from the deck to the back fence so I just stand on the deck and away I go? Swoon. Ok, so hanging them in the sun does the trick in the summer. But last week it rained. All week. I've noticed "the smell" again, so into the huge stock pot they go 5 at a time for 15 minutes, then into the washer on a rinse/spin cycle. I have to do this every couple months in the winter. It's annoying, but really not that bad. I do it on a day when I'm putzing in the kitchen anyways.
I use Rockin' Green detergent, however I'll just use Norwex once I run out of Rockin' Green. I rinse wet diapers before putting them in the pail. Soiled diapers get a good swish in the toilet and a rinse before going in the pail. I use a typical step on garbage can with a liner bag in there. I spray Norwex Sportzeme on the diaper that's going in the pail to start breaking down the dirty yuckness. Some people have those fancy spray things hooked up to their toilets. My husband got just a cheap kitchen spray attachment from a friend to make our own fancy diaper sprayer hooked up to the toilet. It never got finished. However, I used one at someone else's house last week and didn't even like it. I'm very happy with our families cloth diaper set up. It took 3 years or so of trying new things. Cloth diapering has come a long way. There are amazing options out there. You don't have to spend tons of money on it, and it doesn't have to be intimidating.
Thanks for reading my awesome post about diapers. You guys rock. Especially you Ryan (if you made it this far).
Eeeeewwwwwww! See the saggy, drooping walking toilet? Yes, this is my disclaimer. I buy compostable diapers or "green" diapers to use on the little meatball for night time. My kids have all slept really well through the night I never wanted them waking up from a wet diaper. I know I should use fleece liners or something to wick the moisture away, but heck I'm lazy ok (ha, kidding). Anyways, 31 diapers a month is a lot better than 150 at this stage (up to 300 at the new born stage, PER MONTH!!!!) I'm sorry if I'm sounding preachy. This is what works really well for us, and I wanted to share because I've been thinking about it for awhile and this is my space to talk about dumb things that thrill me. Also, I know that you don't see the gross diaper when you look at this picture. You see my sweeties being sweet and silly, and that's what I see too.
I've been convicted that cloth diapers are the choice for this family, and I'm really happy with the result. My initial concern was the health of the environment, then the health of whichever kid is in diapers at the time, and the bonus of cloth diapers is the cost savings.
Here's what diapers I use. Cloth pre-folds called Econobum, Cottonbabies sells them. K, now that I'm typing this I feel like I've posted about it before, oh dear this life of mine! I use a Snappi closure on the prefold. I love how it makes the diapers fit on babies bums. I use Kawaii snap diaper covers. They work great and are fun colours. I have had to re-sew the bias tape on a couple diapers, but at 4.15$ a pop, I could care less about spending 60 seconds at the sewing machine. The pre-folds were 2$ each. So each diaper combination is less than 6$ because I use the covers a few times before washing. I love pre-folds because you can be pretty aggressive to get all the yuck out of them. Like boiling them. If you're a cloth diaper user (for your child) you know that they get a smell after awhile. A punch you in the face ammonia smell like you could never imagine. That's build up of bacteria and soap residue. In the summer I don't have that problem because my husband hung a laundry line for me. Yup, he knows how to romance this womans heart. Did I mention that it goes from the deck to the back fence so I just stand on the deck and away I go? Swoon. Ok, so hanging them in the sun does the trick in the summer. But last week it rained. All week. I've noticed "the smell" again, so into the huge stock pot they go 5 at a time for 15 minutes, then into the washer on a rinse/spin cycle. I have to do this every couple months in the winter. It's annoying, but really not that bad. I do it on a day when I'm putzing in the kitchen anyways.
I use Rockin' Green detergent, however I'll just use Norwex once I run out of Rockin' Green. I rinse wet diapers before putting them in the pail. Soiled diapers get a good swish in the toilet and a rinse before going in the pail. I use a typical step on garbage can with a liner bag in there. I spray Norwex Sportzeme on the diaper that's going in the pail to start breaking down the dirty yuckness. Some people have those fancy spray things hooked up to their toilets. My husband got just a cheap kitchen spray attachment from a friend to make our own fancy diaper sprayer hooked up to the toilet. It never got finished. However, I used one at someone else's house last week and didn't even like it. I'm very happy with our families cloth diaper set up. It took 3 years or so of trying new things. Cloth diapering has come a long way. There are amazing options out there. You don't have to spend tons of money on it, and it doesn't have to be intimidating.
Thanks for reading my awesome post about diapers. You guys rock. Especially you Ryan (if you made it this far).
Eeeeewwwwwww! See the saggy, drooping walking toilet? Yes, this is my disclaimer. I buy compostable diapers or "green" diapers to use on the little meatball for night time. My kids have all slept really well through the night I never wanted them waking up from a wet diaper. I know I should use fleece liners or something to wick the moisture away, but heck I'm lazy ok (ha, kidding). Anyways, 31 diapers a month is a lot better than 150 at this stage (up to 300 at the new born stage, PER MONTH!!!!) I'm sorry if I'm sounding preachy. This is what works really well for us, and I wanted to share because I've been thinking about it for awhile and this is my space to talk about dumb things that thrill me. Also, I know that you don't see the gross diaper when you look at this picture. You see my sweeties being sweet and silly, and that's what I see too.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
My Days At Home
I spend most days at home with my kids. I don't do a whole lot. Well, ok, I keep the house tidy, I keep good food on the table, I kind of school my children, and recently I've been trying to generate a bit of income besides what my hubbie makes. But really, our days aren't filled with activities and the things we do don't feel busy or stressful.
When I first came home from Uganda my days at home loomed long and boring ahead of me. I couldn't believe that I had stayed home all day everyday with the kids before the trip and I was ok with that. I felt restless. Like I was missing something. I felt that life in Uganda was moving along without me, and life here in Canada was just stuck. As I started processing the trip more I kind of got out of my funk. I realized that there is a lot that can be happening in Uganda, and if I take it a step at a time I can still be part of it. I don't know what that will look like yet. It's pretty simple though, it's just praying about it and saying yes when God gives me the opportunity. I'm totally in love with Uganda and a little obsessed when random strangers visit and I somehow get to see their pictures on facebook. Someday I would love to go back and hug those kids and pray for those families.
BUT I'm here now. So now what? Well. I spend most days at home, and that can seem pretty boring at first glance. But what if I let God take that and use it for His glory? That is my purpose here on earth after all. My life brings glory to my God, my creator. My actions, words, attitude, choices, they all mean a lot more than just surface stuff. What if I decided to visit my neighbour who just lost her husband to cancer? What could God do there? I don't know, but I'm sure going to find out. I can go hug her and pray for her and I bet you my heart will be filled to overflowing, just like it would be if it was a cute black kid in my arms.
What if instead of belitting my child for getting the windows smudged yet again, I patiently took their hand as we helped each other clean it up, while I joked about the pet spiders crawling outside and up their arm (and of course start a tickle fight).
What if I told a new friend about my awesome church family and how they helped us out when my husband got his tools stolen, and how much love we felt because of that? What if those thieves were prayed for and loved instead of hated?
What if I prayed to commit a new business venture to God and His glory and immediately see him bless it by doubling my income overnight?
The point I'm trying to make (to myself more than anyone), is that I can say yes to God, and see Him work, and get goosebumps when I see the Spirit at work, no matter where I am. I did go and visit my neighbour, and it was great. I know it's just the beginning of something amazing because it's totally the Spirit guiding my words. She commented that there was something special about me. Someday I'll tell her that that something different is my Creator, Saviour, Lover, God living inside of me and He's her creator too and He's drawing her and wanting to woo and love her.
There is no way that on my own strength I can happily keep my household running and skip around the neighbour hood spreading warm fuzzies (believe me I've tried, it's not fun, there is a lot of pressure and sadness). But thank GOD that it's SO much more than that. When I live for HIM it clicks, makes sense, and it's sheer joy to serve Him. Even in sorrow we can walk with Him, even if it just means telling Him how mad we are. Realizing my purpose, and changing my perspective makes life worth living.
This post was supposed to be about a typical day that I spend at home. It was supposed to be peppered with funny things the kids said recently, and how much fun we've had frog hunting and planting seeds. I have thoroughly been enjoying my days at home, and I was going to write all about that. I would still like to write about that someday, but I'm glad that at least for today it turned into more. God is definitely doing a work in my heart and I just love it. I love Him. So I guess for now, I'll just go enjoy one more day at home and see what else happens on this blog another day.
This picture was taken at the airport when they came to pick me up after my trip. I was tired, and happy.
When I first came home from Uganda my days at home loomed long and boring ahead of me. I couldn't believe that I had stayed home all day everyday with the kids before the trip and I was ok with that. I felt restless. Like I was missing something. I felt that life in Uganda was moving along without me, and life here in Canada was just stuck. As I started processing the trip more I kind of got out of my funk. I realized that there is a lot that can be happening in Uganda, and if I take it a step at a time I can still be part of it. I don't know what that will look like yet. It's pretty simple though, it's just praying about it and saying yes when God gives me the opportunity. I'm totally in love with Uganda and a little obsessed when random strangers visit and I somehow get to see their pictures on facebook. Someday I would love to go back and hug those kids and pray for those families.
BUT I'm here now. So now what? Well. I spend most days at home, and that can seem pretty boring at first glance. But what if I let God take that and use it for His glory? That is my purpose here on earth after all. My life brings glory to my God, my creator. My actions, words, attitude, choices, they all mean a lot more than just surface stuff. What if I decided to visit my neighbour who just lost her husband to cancer? What could God do there? I don't know, but I'm sure going to find out. I can go hug her and pray for her and I bet you my heart will be filled to overflowing, just like it would be if it was a cute black kid in my arms.
What if instead of belitting my child for getting the windows smudged yet again, I patiently took their hand as we helped each other clean it up, while I joked about the pet spiders crawling outside and up their arm (and of course start a tickle fight).
What if I told a new friend about my awesome church family and how they helped us out when my husband got his tools stolen, and how much love we felt because of that? What if those thieves were prayed for and loved instead of hated?
What if I prayed to commit a new business venture to God and His glory and immediately see him bless it by doubling my income overnight?
The point I'm trying to make (to myself more than anyone), is that I can say yes to God, and see Him work, and get goosebumps when I see the Spirit at work, no matter where I am. I did go and visit my neighbour, and it was great. I know it's just the beginning of something amazing because it's totally the Spirit guiding my words. She commented that there was something special about me. Someday I'll tell her that that something different is my Creator, Saviour, Lover, God living inside of me and He's her creator too and He's drawing her and wanting to woo and love her.
There is no way that on my own strength I can happily keep my household running and skip around the neighbour hood spreading warm fuzzies (believe me I've tried, it's not fun, there is a lot of pressure and sadness). But thank GOD that it's SO much more than that. When I live for HIM it clicks, makes sense, and it's sheer joy to serve Him. Even in sorrow we can walk with Him, even if it just means telling Him how mad we are. Realizing my purpose, and changing my perspective makes life worth living.
This post was supposed to be about a typical day that I spend at home. It was supposed to be peppered with funny things the kids said recently, and how much fun we've had frog hunting and planting seeds. I have thoroughly been enjoying my days at home, and I was going to write all about that. I would still like to write about that someday, but I'm glad that at least for today it turned into more. God is definitely doing a work in my heart and I just love it. I love Him. So I guess for now, I'll just go enjoy one more day at home and see what else happens on this blog another day.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Home
Yes I'm home, and have been for more than a week! I haven't decided what to say yet about being home, about being gone, about missing Uganda, about what I do now that I'm back in Canada. It's hard to know how to sum up what went on over there, what I learned and saw. For now I have a kidless afternoon in which I will crank the Worship music, hulahoop and dance like the weirdo that I am, and try to get some thoughts in order.
In the meantime, can we all just be super giddy and excited about this photo?!?!? Mama Florence's old building was torn down while we were there and the new one started. Now this updated photo from Godfrey is where they are at in the building process. We were able to send funds so Godfrey can put beds, cribs, mosquito nets, shelves, and whatever else in the building so it can be up and running. SO crazy exciting! I just wish I could see it with my own eyes. Matthew and I are praying about another trip next year, so hopefully I will be there soon enough. My heart yearns in a way it didn't know how to only a short month ago.
In the meantime, can we all just be super giddy and excited about this photo?!?!? Mama Florence's old building was torn down while we were there and the new one started. Now this updated photo from Godfrey is where they are at in the building process. We were able to send funds so Godfrey can put beds, cribs, mosquito nets, shelves, and whatever else in the building so it can be up and running. SO crazy exciting! I just wish I could see it with my own eyes. Matthew and I are praying about another trip next year, so hopefully I will be there soon enough. My heart yearns in a way it didn't know how to only a short month ago.
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Where to Start?
How do you sum up a trip and experience like this? The words to describe it all just aren't coming to me, yet I feel I need to update you before I head home in a couple days. It will be so hard to adjust my brain to home mode. There are so many things I totally love about being here, most of which are impossible to incorperate into daily life in Canada. I would love to go for two hour walks in the morning before the heat of the day sends us into the shade with mango juice in hand. Ummm yea, that's not going to happen in Canada for a long time. I would love to openly talk about Jesus and what he did for us with just any random person I meet. People here are so open and most people know Jesus and are excited to talk about him. People here are eager to greet us because we are visitors. I love walking down the street and being able to wave and smile at everyone and have them warmly greet me. I would get some strange reactions in Canada for that behaviour. The pace of life here is slow and relationships trump that "to do" list. Oh and obviously I would never get sick of coming home to a clean house, meals on the table, and laundry done for me everyday. The girls at the guest house are amazing! Thanks for listening, this is helping me sort out my thoughts and feelings.
The past few days we have been in Kamengo "working". Ha ha, we haven't really been working at all. We've been sitting in Mama Florences house sewing with the ladies, playing with the kids, taking lots of pictures, and watching the progression on her new building. It's hard for us because a lot of times we feel like we want to do more and hurry things up and accomplish more. But I know God is working on us, and through us and we can just trust in that. Even if we don't feel like we're working hard enough, we are here for a purpose and He is faithful.
Today we are driving up northwest for about 5 hours to get ready for Safari day tomorrow! I was hesitant to book the safari because I was feeling guilty about using up basically two days to be frivolous. But I definitely see the value in taking a day or two to adjust and start thinking about home, and obviously to enjoy the country we came so far to see. People here really want us to enjoy our time, it's funny. Everyone asks what we have done and they want to make sure we enjoy it, they all want to plan different outings for us. I can see how easy it would be to spend months here doing little trips and outings. So I'm really hoping to see some elephants, lions, giraffes, and hippos tomorrow. We will also get to see some water falls. Then we have a long drive back to Kampala on Friday. Saturday morning we will go out to Kamengo to see the building again and buy some crafts from the ladies there. Then hopefully we can do some shopping for jewlery and local crafts. We fly out late Saturday night. I think once I'm on the plane I will start getting super excited to come home. Right now I miss the famliy like crazy, but I know they are safe, happy, and we'll be together again, and that makes such a difference. Sometimes I wish I was just going to pick them up from the airport and we can all just stay here together. I wasn't quite prepared for how much I would love it here. I think Matthew and I will start planning and saving for another trip very soon:-)
I'm not sure what life will be like when I get home, but I expect to hibernate a bit. I will want to spend a lot of time with the kids, plus the fact that it will be freezing cold outside, lol. So be patient with me if you don't hear very much from me in the next couple weeks. I love you all and can't wait to share with you more about the trip. Thank you so much for your prayers. Please keep praying for us, for flights, and health, and connections with the people we've made here. Talk to you again on your side of the pond!
The past few days we have been in Kamengo "working". Ha ha, we haven't really been working at all. We've been sitting in Mama Florences house sewing with the ladies, playing with the kids, taking lots of pictures, and watching the progression on her new building. It's hard for us because a lot of times we feel like we want to do more and hurry things up and accomplish more. But I know God is working on us, and through us and we can just trust in that. Even if we don't feel like we're working hard enough, we are here for a purpose and He is faithful.
Today we are driving up northwest for about 5 hours to get ready for Safari day tomorrow! I was hesitant to book the safari because I was feeling guilty about using up basically two days to be frivolous. But I definitely see the value in taking a day or two to adjust and start thinking about home, and obviously to enjoy the country we came so far to see. People here really want us to enjoy our time, it's funny. Everyone asks what we have done and they want to make sure we enjoy it, they all want to plan different outings for us. I can see how easy it would be to spend months here doing little trips and outings. So I'm really hoping to see some elephants, lions, giraffes, and hippos tomorrow. We will also get to see some water falls. Then we have a long drive back to Kampala on Friday. Saturday morning we will go out to Kamengo to see the building again and buy some crafts from the ladies there. Then hopefully we can do some shopping for jewlery and local crafts. We fly out late Saturday night. I think once I'm on the plane I will start getting super excited to come home. Right now I miss the famliy like crazy, but I know they are safe, happy, and we'll be together again, and that makes such a difference. Sometimes I wish I was just going to pick them up from the airport and we can all just stay here together. I wasn't quite prepared for how much I would love it here. I think Matthew and I will start planning and saving for another trip very soon:-)
I'm not sure what life will be like when I get home, but I expect to hibernate a bit. I will want to spend a lot of time with the kids, plus the fact that it will be freezing cold outside, lol. So be patient with me if you don't hear very much from me in the next couple weeks. I love you all and can't wait to share with you more about the trip. Thank you so much for your prayers. Please keep praying for us, for flights, and health, and connections with the people we've made here. Talk to you again on your side of the pond!
Friday, March 02, 2012
Amazing Opportunities
Here are a couple amazing stories that we have gotten to be a part of this past week. On Wendsday we went to the slum with Frontline Ministries. While we were there our friend John Mark noticed a baby laying with his mother that didn't look good at all. The baby is 10 months old and has measles. This wouldn't be a big deal in Canada, we would probably take care of the child at home until they recover, or worst case seneario we would have to drive to the hospital and wait an hour to get in. This mother wouldn't even consider going to the hospital because for one, how would she get there, and for two she wouldn't be admitted once she was there anyways. When John Mark saw the baby he made a call to the hospital he works at and arranged for her to be admitted. We had just been at the hospital the day before, so we were shocked to hear that she had been admitted so fast. This hospital is insanely busy. But once she got to the hospital she didn't have anything for herself or the baby, the hospital doesn't supply anything. So we were able to go through our suitcases of donations from YOU! I picked out some blankets, baby p.j.'s, snacks, towel, and cloth. It was just amazing to actually pick something out to send and bless this mother. Thank you all so much for your generous gifts and donations, it has been amazing to be able to bless the people here, I only wish you could all be here with us.
Today we went to the drop in center again that Peace for Children in Africa has. Andrea and I were able to watch the older boys play football and had a great chat with Freddy the whole time. The people here LOVE to talk. They talk about where they went to school, where they grew up, what they do for work, the infrastructer of the city, how to help things improve, and of course they ask lots of questions about us. While we watched football (soccer) Ruth went with John Mark to buy food for the center, it was an incredible experience for her, I'm jealous! They went to a very busy down town market and bought enough rice for at least a month, some veggies, and MEAT!!!!! This was the most exciting thing for them to have meat for the kids. These kids NEVER get to eat meat, they were SO excited! We also bought a little stove and two huge cooking pots. Once we all got back to the centre we started the cooking and did lots of playing with the kids. The main point of the centre is to show the kids the love of Jesus. They also want to give them a bit of their childhood back, living on the streets doesn't allow a person to be childish for long at all. Something John Mark said really stuck me, he said he loved bringing his friends into the slums because it gives the kids something to dream about, something to aspire to.
Otherwise their dreams are very small, if they never see anything but the slum, how are they supposed to aspire to be anything outside of the slum? When we first got back from watching football I saw three girls hesitantly hanging around by the entrance gate. I asked them if I could put nail polish on for them. Who knew that a simple bottle of nail polish would make such a difference in someones life. From that first moment the girls just attached themselves to me and i was more than happy to spend the day with them. We played the "cup game" I'm sure many of you played it at camp growing up. One girl drew a picture of me to take home, so cute! Then we did a skit for everyone and taught them "My God is so Big". I was so happy to teach them this song. By the end I was feeling very emotional because these kids are just going back into such a desperate situation. But to know that they have this safe place to come, and that they can hear the gospel, the TRUTH, that is my peace. That's the only reason I was able to leave today. Two of the girls had never been there before and they met with the social worker today and filled in all the info. I'm praying that they will come back again and again. I'm praying that these kids would know that my God is their God, he is so in love with them and I'm praying that they will reach out and accept him. Please pray for the kids at PCA, especially the girls Nanteza Irene, Nawgwa Chrezer, and Rehema. My heart breaks especially for them because girls can have such a hard time living in these conditions. These girls actually live with their grandmother but they are not in school because she can't afford it. I would like to be able to pay their school fees. It is about 450$ per year per child. It would make such a difference in their lives, to be off the streets, to be given the chance at a future! Since I'm here I can go to their schools to pay the fees to avoid any confusion with the funds. Please please help me in this, I can't do it alone! If you donate here on my blog we can access the money and help change these girls lives forever. I'm so excited about all these opportunities coming up.
I can't remember if I've already blogged about Mbazira, but he's another opportunity that has come up. He is a young man desperatly wanting to preach the Word of God, but isn't able to get the training. We exchanged contact info and I'm praying that we can somehow get him into a good school. Tomorrow we go to Kamengo! I can't express how excited I am about all this. I could seriously just live here, it's so great, I love it! Thank you all SO so much for being involved with this. Please keep praying for us. Today no one got sick or hurt, this was amazing, thank you for praying! I can't remember if I've blogged about my toe. I cut it pretty bad, but so far it is clean and healing well. Pray for all these people that we are meeting, that we would have wisdom with the funds we are sharing here, and mostly for the people's hearts. That they would know how much God loves them, and that their hope would only be in Him.
Today we went to the drop in center again that Peace for Children in Africa has. Andrea and I were able to watch the older boys play football and had a great chat with Freddy the whole time. The people here LOVE to talk. They talk about where they went to school, where they grew up, what they do for work, the infrastructer of the city, how to help things improve, and of course they ask lots of questions about us. While we watched football (soccer) Ruth went with John Mark to buy food for the center, it was an incredible experience for her, I'm jealous! They went to a very busy down town market and bought enough rice for at least a month, some veggies, and MEAT!!!!! This was the most exciting thing for them to have meat for the kids. These kids NEVER get to eat meat, they were SO excited! We also bought a little stove and two huge cooking pots. Once we all got back to the centre we started the cooking and did lots of playing with the kids. The main point of the centre is to show the kids the love of Jesus. They also want to give them a bit of their childhood back, living on the streets doesn't allow a person to be childish for long at all. Something John Mark said really stuck me, he said he loved bringing his friends into the slums because it gives the kids something to dream about, something to aspire to.
Otherwise their dreams are very small, if they never see anything but the slum, how are they supposed to aspire to be anything outside of the slum? When we first got back from watching football I saw three girls hesitantly hanging around by the entrance gate. I asked them if I could put nail polish on for them. Who knew that a simple bottle of nail polish would make such a difference in someones life. From that first moment the girls just attached themselves to me and i was more than happy to spend the day with them. We played the "cup game" I'm sure many of you played it at camp growing up. One girl drew a picture of me to take home, so cute! Then we did a skit for everyone and taught them "My God is so Big". I was so happy to teach them this song. By the end I was feeling very emotional because these kids are just going back into such a desperate situation. But to know that they have this safe place to come, and that they can hear the gospel, the TRUTH, that is my peace. That's the only reason I was able to leave today. Two of the girls had never been there before and they met with the social worker today and filled in all the info. I'm praying that they will come back again and again. I'm praying that these kids would know that my God is their God, he is so in love with them and I'm praying that they will reach out and accept him. Please pray for the kids at PCA, especially the girls Nanteza Irene, Nawgwa Chrezer, and Rehema. My heart breaks especially for them because girls can have such a hard time living in these conditions. These girls actually live with their grandmother but they are not in school because she can't afford it. I would like to be able to pay their school fees. It is about 450$ per year per child. It would make such a difference in their lives, to be off the streets, to be given the chance at a future! Since I'm here I can go to their schools to pay the fees to avoid any confusion with the funds. Please please help me in this, I can't do it alone! If you donate here on my blog we can access the money and help change these girls lives forever. I'm so excited about all these opportunities coming up.
I can't remember if I've already blogged about Mbazira, but he's another opportunity that has come up. He is a young man desperatly wanting to preach the Word of God, but isn't able to get the training. We exchanged contact info and I'm praying that we can somehow get him into a good school. Tomorrow we go to Kamengo! I can't express how excited I am about all this. I could seriously just live here, it's so great, I love it! Thank you all SO so much for being involved with this. Please keep praying for us. Today no one got sick or hurt, this was amazing, thank you for praying! I can't remember if I've blogged about my toe. I cut it pretty bad, but so far it is clean and healing well. Pray for all these people that we are meeting, that we would have wisdom with the funds we are sharing here, and mostly for the people's hearts. That they would know how much God loves them, and that their hope would only be in Him.
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