Thursday, May 28, 2009

I must be doing something right.

I really must be doing something right. What do you mean? I must be doing something right to make the devil fight me so hard. It seems Lucifer is really trying hard to destroy us, to burden us down. I admit, I have faulted from time to time. I have gave him a little bit of help on that. But still, I have to be doing something right or he wouldn't care so much. I feel like our family has been pulled down and drug through the mud. It isn't serious stuff...We are all here and healthy. It is just stupid stuff. Of course, this all started with our business that went out of business, a bad accountant, and stupid decisions. We thought my husband's new job would be the answer, but his pay is now cut and he only works four days a week now. That is down from six days a week. We also owe a huge debt to the IRS. They started garnishing our paydays, HEAVILY. We have finally, hopefully got that straightened out. We filed bankruptcy. OUCH. Still have to pay IRS of course and our house payment. I burned part of our car with a spotlight that was left on. My dad gave us his van because he got a new one. The transmission went out and it will cost around $2000 to fix it. I have my OB follow up tomorrow. About two and a half months late but oh well. I have no way to get there. My husbands truck, a stick shift, will not hold us all and my MIL is sick and can't keep the kids. There is also so much in between like our grass growing up to my shoulders because our mower was broken and we couldn't get the part to fix it.

I know this is a pity party post for me. I will probably delete it later. I just needed to get it all out. To say it. To release it. I do feel blessed with my children, my husband, and my family. I am BLESSED. It is just sometimes this world will try so hard to break you, to cause you to fail, to cause you to turn away from what is right and true. Sometimes we need to release all that we carry. We need to give it all to God. Sometimes we need to just keep on moving. Doing the next thing, and the next, and the next. Sometimes we just need to be, to be still, to be silent, to be God's little child. To wait and listen for our Father to lead us and to guide us.

I know I am not alone. I know other families out there are hurting and that just makes me hurt more. Perhaps this is just a test. Perhaps He needs to mold and shape us for these end times. Maybe, we need to be stripped of everything. To be brought down and humbled. Maybe that is the only way we will truly listen to God. The only way we really full rely on God.

I do know that these stories are the kind of stories you tell your grand kids. Stories passed on of struggle, trials, and rejoicing. It will define who we are. My kids and grand kids will have wisdom because of the things my husband and I have endured. They will learn to lean on the Lord. They will learn to surrender to Him. They will learn that sometimes you cry but you must pray and keep on going. You can't let IT beat you.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Beautiful poem floating around

Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt..
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body...
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom ..

Send this to someone who you think is an awesome Mom.

May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life


How sad



What's wrong with this picture?
If you look closely at the picture above, you will note that all the Marines pictured are bowing their heads. That's because they're praying.
This incident took place at a recent ceremony honoring the birthday of the corps, and it has the ACLU up in arms. 'These are federal employees,' says Lucius Traveler, a spokesman for the ACLU , 'on federal property and on federal time. For them to pray is clearly an establishment of religion, and we must nip this in the bud immediately.'
When asked about the ACLU's charges, Colonel Jack Fessender, speaking for the Commandant of the Corps said (cleaned up a bit), 'Screw the ACLU.' GOD Bless Our Warriors, Send the ACLU to France
Please send this to people you know so everyone will know how stupid the ACLU is Getting in trying to remove GOD from everything and every place in America May God Bless America , One Nation Under GOD!
What's wrong with the picture? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

EDIT: The orginal copy had a picture of marines praying, but I couldn't get it to appear. I think you can still get the message.

I should have known.

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