Monday, May 25, 2009
Now three and a half hours later, still to early to contact people, I haven't accomplished all that much except spending more time with God.
Don't you love the fact that at times when we can't pray with our words, we can pray with our hearts? That what it was this morning. Just sitting and praying with my heart. Letting Him feel my prayers. I feel that He responds more to me laying my heart open, instead of rattling off impressive word prayers. Not that we can't use word prayers, that's how I pray 98 percent of the time, but sometimes just letting our hearts pray and cry out to Him...
Peace, that's what He gives to us when we heart pray. Plain, simple, uncomplicated peace.
Now I can face my day. Go to the nursery to finish getting the plants for the yard. Planting those plants. Making potato salad and baked beans. Making the phone calls that need to be made. Taking Lance on a bike ride.
Resting in God.
Monday, May 18, 2009
She came loaded with gifts from Trader Joe's (I made a recipe to use up the fast ripening pears she brought in, you can read it here).
Thursday, May 14, 2009
WHY GOD MADE MOMS
Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mom like me.
What kind of a little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball..
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
We rode in a big limo bus, sipping wine, to the Hunt Club about an hour away. It was a gorgeous evening. The grounds were beautiful, the daffodils and tulips were showing off, the grass was a carpet of green, the birds were singing a wonderful tune and the squirrels were acting as squirrely as can be.
The lodge was elegantly rustic with the heads of the most amazing animals and birds staring at us from the walls. I do have to admit that I am not a hunter and would be happier if those animals and birds were alive and running around in their own habitat. Even so, they were so impressive looking down on us. Out in the court yard, there was a waterfall and the most beautiful Magnolia tree in full bloom.
Dinner was all evening long. It has been such a long time since I took four hours to eat a meal. Appetizers were cheese and crackers, Salmon Pate`, Smoked Pheasant and Elk Meatballs. For the soup course, I had Ham and Pea soup, Salad was a Spring mix with oranges, grapefruit and raspberries with a lemon vinaigrette. The Entree I chose was Elk and Quail, the presentation was beautiful. It was so delicious and tender. And desert was a choice of Fried Ice Cream, Creme Brulee, Cheese Cake or a Chocolate Torte. I had the Torte, again it was so beautifully presented.
Kevin was sick and unable to attend, which I felt bad about, even so, I had a wonderful time chatting and visiting with people I haven't seen in such a long time. On the way home the boys (I should say young men)sang and let lose, it was a noisy end to the evening, but it was theirs to enjoy.
Congratulations Lance! Isn't Life good?
Friday, May 8, 2009
I started coloring my hair at the age of 28 because I began to turn grey. My husband has always been the one who was/is practical and frugal, and he insisted that I didn't need to color my hair since it had only a few greys. He said he would tell me if I needed it. Well, I continued to be vain and colored it for quite a few years. Then one day, I started thinking about all the money I was spending on hair coloring services and thought that my real hair color really couldn't be that bad, even with a few greys. Heck, both my sisters have a few greys and it looks fine on them, so why not let my hair go natural. It didn't take long until the good old hubs said, "I think you need to keep coloring". Okay, so not only didn't I have a couple of greys, the grey was covering three quarters of my head. I still color to this very day...
It was one of the coldest nights of the year. While sleeping in my tank top and short pajamas, I was awakened for the fourth time that night with a hot flash and sweating profusely. I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up and opened the door to our balcony and stood out there for five minutes in the subzero weather, with the snow flying, in only the tank top and shorts. When I finally cooled off and came back to bed, I saw hubby huddled under three blankets shivering like crazy. He then curled up next to me to try to warm up. Yep, it happened again, another hot flash, not two minutes later, back outside again.
While driving home from having a pelvic ultra sound for a leaky bladder, (yes, another menopause symptom)I had to stop for a train. I am sure most, if not all of you, have had those ultra sounds where you have to drink gallons of water. Well, I was behind a long line of cars waiting for that train. The train kept coming and coming and coming and I kept waiting and waiting and waiting. I began to squirm and wiggle. Of course I turned the music up and sang with gusto trying to get my mind off my filling bladder. I danced in my seat. That train kept moving. I know you must think, I am making this up, but I am not, the train had to be 30 minutes long. I knew that even if I finally get to cross that railroad track, I still had about a ten minute drive home. Well, that's when I decided to pull into a little (I reiterate little) market right there at the train tracks. It was a dive to say the least. I walked in and begged the owner to let me use his restroom. Of course he said it is only for costumers. I promised to buy something when I was finished. I think after he saw me dancing around and my cries of please, please, please, he gave in and told me where it was. I had to go down the oldest set of stairs into an even older Michigan basement. It was dark and damp and cold and I thought I saw something move in the corner. (true story!!) When I entered the restroom, I started to cry. It was beyond my imagination, dirty. But because I had to go so bad, I closed my eyes and prayed that I would hit the toilet while hovering. When I finished, I ran up those stairs and out the door hollering THANK YOU SO MUCH. (The owner didn't even look me in the eye, now I know why he didn't want to let me use the restroom!) I couldn't buy anything from that place, ewwwww...shudder.
Menopause, what a trip!!!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Betty Jean was itty bitty, only 97 lbs. and so full of love for the Lord and for us. She always put her family first, we were the most important things in her life. It centered around her children and grandchildren.
There were six biological children born to her and then in her fifties she adopted two more. She now has 19 grandchildren.
We always lived close by her, even right next door for six years. She was the kind of woman who would drop everything to help anyone out. When Lance was born, she was right there. I have never had the problem of being a parent of a special needs child without support. Mom and Lance were the best of friends, he adored her and she him. She loved to take Lance to Disney World, I think we were there six times with her. (Thanks to her, Lance only wants to go to Disney World!)
If one of us were struggling financially, she would happily give. If one of us were hurting, she would be there immediately for as long as we needed her. Her family was spread out across the country and she would go visit often.
Today would have been her 73rd. birthday. We lost her just one month shy of three years ago. I can't tell you what a huge hole was left in our hearts. We miss her more now.
Phil posted her eulogy, it is Mom. You can read it here.
Mom and Dad's Wedding Day
Auntie Eileen who passed away two weeks before mom, she was like a mother to us, Mom, Lisa and Me at my wedding.
Mom and Lance on a beach in New England.
Mom and Lisa at Lisa's Wedding.
All of us, yea we are a big family.
We miss you Mom, happy birthday.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I am asking all my friends here in Blog World to join me in prayer. We need Short Term Missionaries to come along side these families. An STM is someone who will be a one on one with the person with a disability. It enables the family to relax knowing that their loved one is being taken care of and having fun without them. It also allows the person with a disability to feel like they are important and have fun without their family right with them the entire time. They feel like one of the group instead of the one who is different or even despised.
We currently have 60 STMs signed up and need 200. The times are hard, I know, the cost is $400.00. Also asking people to give up the one and only vacation they may get, only to spend the week working hard and not getting much free time, is asking a lot. But people are needed.
Please join me in praying that God will move on hearts and provide the means to make this happen. That He will open doors and make available people who want to be used.
Monday, May 4, 2009
At church we had communion. I love and hate communion. It is such a wonderful time of sharing and remembering the sacrifice and blessing that Jesus gave to us. But it is also the time of reflection and repentance, and I find that there are so many things in my life that I am ashamed of. Sin. But then again, it is so beautiful afterward, when things feel right between God and me.
Pastor started a series several weeks ago called reflection and yesterday he spoke specifically on lying.
We know that God does not lie, he can't lie. Numbers 23:19 Hebrews 6:18 or Titus 1:2
But why do we lie?
To get revenge
To protect ourselves
To escape punishment
To keep from offending someone
What are ways that we lie?
I come from a long line of pathological liars, so much so, that some of them even believe their lies. I have always prided myself on not lying, but what about these scenarios?
I'll start my diet tomorrow.
Really officer, I didn't know I was going that fast.
Oh, this tastes really good and you're thinking I could have made it much better.
No Honey, that dress doesn't make you look fat.
I will pray for you.
To say the least, this message opened a whole can of worms. We here in the good old USA have made lying an art form.
And then there's the smuggling Bibles and hiding Jews during the Holocaust scenario.
Help me God...
Saturday, May 2, 2009
We have been told many, many times that children with the type of disabilities like Lance's, do not understand abstract ideas and concepts. They most often will have tons of fun and laugh, but will not comprehend or tell jokes. This is not the case with Lance, he loves jokes, jokes of all kinds. Every single teacher he has ever had, has told us that Lance is so funny and has the greatest sense of humor.
We know this because we have been the recipients of many a jokes or one liners. The funny thing is, they come out of the blue when you least expect them.
Here are a few of the ones he has told us, with his classic follow up line. These are for my family's benefit.
Why did the chicken cross the playground?
A: To get to the other slide. Get it??? Other side, other slide???
Why did the boy throw the clock out the window?
A: Because he wanted to see time fly. Get it??? Clock flying out the window???
What did the baby corn say to the mama corn?
A: Where is Pop corn? Get it??? Pop corn, Dad corn???
What kind of movies do pirates go to?
A: Arrrrr rated ones. Get it??? R rated, G rated???
What did Captain Hook want for breakfast?
A: Peter Pancake. Get it??? Peter Pan...cake??? Like pancake??? Get it???
We are so blessed that Lance doesn't fit the mold, God can do amazing things.