Friday, February 20, 2009


This week has been a rather difficult week. My Uncle Mike, my Dad's younger brother has been given a very short (1-2 weeks) amount of time left to live.
He has cancer that has been unresponsive to chemo and has spread rapidly over his body causing one of his lungs to collapse.
We all know God is the God of the impossible...but, I also know that God's plan generally doesn't make sense to us and our logical mindset.
We have to trust his plan and know that only He can determine when we will be born and when we will die.
I find myself feeling rather selfish. Thanking God that it wasn't my Dad.
My heart weeps with my aunt and cousins because even though I don't understand their loss, I do. I can't imagine my life without my Dad. He's such an awesome man of God, husband, father, and grandfather. He would do anything for any of us in a heartbeat, no questions asked. Only now that I have become a parent do I understand the sacrifices my parents made for us. I have no idea what his dreams and aspirations were when he was a kid, I don't know what he considers his biggest accomplishments or failures, what he wishes he could change about his life, or how he wants people to remember him when he's gone.
I have so much left to learn!
Thank You, God for giving me another day! I pray for many, many more!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

February Winner!

I'm posting this a day late due to the fact I've had a little puker at home! It seems like this year has been particularly bad for colds and flu's in our house!

OK, so onto the lucky winner! Our winner for the February drawing is.....

Christie Cottage!
Congratulations, Christie! Please contact me at to claim your prize!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Have you ever had one of those days when your children test your patience in every possible way? Well, that was my day today!
I was supposed to be at pre-service prayer today at 10:00 am but didn't make it because I had to deal with a "situation" that ended up taking about an hour over pants...PANTS! Then, as I was getting ready (finally) for church, I hear one of my other son's throwing a fit over a coat...since when did I become a coat hanger...I don't see a hook on me anywhere, do you? Finally, I make it to church. No sooner do I start to engage in worship do I see Joey's little number pop up on the this point, I'm not going to lie, I just about cried!
I felt defeated, exhausted, and on the verge of tears. I didn't feel like I could handle one more thing...then I had a thought, OK, more like a prayer: "God, is this how you see me? Do I complain and throw fits over stupid things? Am I running behind on the things you have for my life? Lord, help me be grateful and appreciative of every breath, every second I have with my beautiful family on this earth. Teach me the patience to grow these boys into men that will serve you faithfully all of their days, because, I know that this is the most important job I will ever have...I don't want to fail at being a mother."
For those of you who feel like you've been drug through the mud...let me tell you, I understand and so does He! His mercies are new every, tomorrow, I am going to wake up, hug my kids and tell them that I love them, apologize for my mistakes, and keep on keeping on!