I had a very relaxing non-stressful 6 weeks of rest! All I focused on was my home, my family, and homeschooling. It was actually very nice.
Near the end of my break, however, I signed up to be a Thirty-One consultant!!! Now, you may be thinking why would I add such a huge endeavor to my life when I was supposedly taking a break from any and all extra activities? I agree. That is a perfectly valid question. I had been praying about doing this for about a year. I just love Thirty-One and their products. I have purchased 10 items in the past few years and I love everything about them and I keep wanting more! I finally decided that this was something I could sell. But, I was planning on waiting until May to sign up. Then, it was brought to my attention that if I signed up before April 1, I could get a full rebate on my enrollment kit if I sold a certain amount in my first 30 days. The possibility of getting my enrollment kit for free was tempting, so I did some more praying.
I want to say that I am not completely new to these home-based selling companies. I once sold Mary Kay. I enjoy Mary Kay products. I still use it and it is the only brand I use on my face. But, I jumped into selling Mary Kay without prayerfully considering it. It was an on-the-whim decision. I had never used Mary Kay before I became a consultant and knew nothing about the company except that it sold makeup. When I attended my first meeting, I was so put off by the director. I did not understand the excitement of Mary Kay. I couldn't sell it because I wasn't excited to tell others about it. Shortly after becoming a consultant, I became pregnant with my older daughter. Throw in the exhaustion and hormones of pregnancy while dealing with a toddler and a new business that I really wasn't all that excited about just lead to failure. I was in it strictly to make a little extra income for our family. It required a lot more effort and time and money than I could give or was willing to give. I made a whopping $42 the entire year I was a consultant and I just let my status as a consultant expire. It was not worth it to me at that time.
So, you can imagine how leary I was of any home-based selling company that I ran into from then on. I considered selling Creative Memories - a scrapbooking company, but my family didn't scrapbook and I didn't know where I would find a good customer base. Then, another scrapbooking company came along called Heritage Makers. It sounded appealing as well, and since it was an online scrapbooking company, it might be better. But, still, no one felt like they could give me business.
Then, I attended a Thirty-One party. I had never heard of it before and I had no idea what kind of a company it was. As I listened to the consultant talk about the items and passed them around the room, I started to fall in love. I thought of uses for almost everything in the catalog. I had my eye on several items, but could only afford to spend a small amount of money at the time. I bought my first item and left wondering if I would ever have the opportunity to buy anything else.
I soon realized that I was not the only one introduced to this new company. My sisters had a few Thirty-One items as well. Perfect! I had to get more. I had to find a consultant. Thankfully, I discovered that my cousin, Deidra Rankin, sells it. I bought a few items from her and was ecstatic when it arrived. I was hooked. Finally, I decided it was time to make it my business. I didn't join for the money. I didn't join for all the rewards I could get. I joined because I love the product and I want others to know what great products they are! As I learned with Mary Kay, you can't sell it if you don't love it. :) So after much thought, a lot of praying, and several months, I joined the Thirty-One career and I am having a blast. And, yes, I did earn my rebate!!
Last week, I had our spring break. It was a wonderful end of my weeks of rest. Easter Sunday was amazing. The music was absolutely beautiful. I didn't even once wish I was up there singing with them. I truly enjoyed just listening and getting chills from the blends and talented voices praising God. We even witnessed a young girl get baptized, showing the world that she has made a commitment to follow the Lord. I sent the kids on an unusual Easter egg hunt that afternoon. Instead of just searching for eggs, they were required to correctly answer a question or complete a task in order to keep the egg they found. It was very fun. Later, we made resurrection rolls, representing the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ. This will be an Easter Sunday I won't soon forget.
Then, it was time for me to dive in to VBS planning. Our theme this year is a kingdom theme. As I do every year, I wrote a skit to be performed each night of VBS to go along with the theme and reinforcing the speaker's message. As my Thirty-One business took off, and VBS on my brain, and getting back into school routine after spring break, I think the rest did its job. Thank You, Lord for giving me the wisdom to step back and get myself refocused on what is really important.
So, here I am, back in full swing of everything I love and everything I am called to do. I need to stay focused on the Lord and serve only Him. I need to bathe my day in prayer, asking for wisdom and strength. I need to forget trying to please others.
For those of you who have no idea what Thirty-One is, you can check out my website at www.mythirtyone.com/lauramh.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Good Friday
Today we observe Good Friday, the Friday before Easter, the Friday before Jesus was raised back to life from the dead, the Friday that Jesus died.
Jesus died. Why is that something we remember? Why do we call it good?
Jesus knew from the beginning that He would sacrifice Himself for His creation. When Adam and Eve chose to sin, God already had a plan and was putting it into action. God told Satan that there would be enmity between him and the woman, between his seed and her seed. "He shall bruise you on the head, and you shall bruise him on the heel." (Genesis 3:15 NASB) A Savior was promised to come through a woman. And that woman was Mary.
Jesus was born miraculously by a virgin, specifically chosen to be His mother. He was perfect. Not once did He sin. Not once did He give in to temptation. Jesus, fully human and fully God, could not sin because He had to be the perfect sacrifice for sin. God cannot tolerate sin. Sin requires blood to cover it. Throughout the old testament, people made sacrifices to God for various sins. But none of them were permanent. Only the blood of a perfect man could fully and permanently cover the sins of everyone who ever lived and would ever live. That man had to be God because only God can remain sinless.
God Himself came to earth and lived among His creation. He came with purpose. "...The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many." (Matthew 20:28 NASB) He came to serve and to die. He knew His purpose and He fulfilled it.
At the Last Supper, Jesus tells His disciples to remember Him until He comes. Those of us who are followers of Jesus, still remember Him. This is why we take communion. We remember His death, why He died, what He gave for us. His blood was shed to cover our sins. His body was broken to take our punishment. (To clarify, no bones were actually broken. He was so badly beaten that He was unrecognizable.) He knew what He faced would be extremely difficult to bear. He spent hours asking His Father if this was truly necessary. If there was any other way, to spare Him the horrid day before Him. But, still, in obedience to His Father, Jesus chose to do His will. Being tried and sentenced to crucifixion, He was mocked, whipped, beaten, and suffered much more than any of us in America could imagine.
The soldiers stretched out Jesus' arms and drove heavy nails into his wrists, and into his feet. The cross was wooden, rough, full of splinters, digging into His back. A crown of sharp, painful thorns pierced into His forehead. His lungs burning as He labored to breathe. God, His Father, had to turn away and leave His Son to die alone. "...My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" (Matthew 27:46 NASB)
At any moment, Jesus could have straightened everyone out, told them He was God and climbed off the cross to prove it. But He didn't. He chose to be silent. He chose to suffer. He chose to die.
But why is this a good thing? Why do we call this Good Friday?
Because I am a sinner. I deserve hell as much as anyone. But God doesn't want me to spend eternity in hell. Hell is very real. God created it for Satan and his followers. But sinners cannot be allowed into heaven. God cannot have sin in His presence. Sin and God cannot dwell together. Therefore, all sinners - all people - are destined for hell. There is no such thing as being good enough. Good people don't go to heaven. Good people are still sinners and are still heading to hell. One sin keeps you from entering heaven.
Is there any hope?
This is why Jesus died. He is the perfect sacrifice to cover all sin. Only those who believe Jesus as the substitue for them on the cross are cleansed from sin and are promised eternal life in heaven. Jesus already paid for your way into heaven. I know I don't deserve heaven. I know that I deserve the cross and I deserve hell. I know that God loves me so much that He died for me - for ME! - so that I would not have to pay for my own sin. It is good that Jesus died. Without His death, I would spend eternity in hell.
The story doesn't end there, of course. Sunday, we will celebrate Easter. Jesus did not stay dead. He was raised back to life, walked the earth in His glorified body, and ascended to heaven. How important is His resurrection? "O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" (1 Corinthians 15:55 NASB) If Jesus were still dead, death would have the victory. There would be no life to hope for. When Jesus came back to life, He conquered death. This made eternal life possible. Those of us who trust Jesus as our Savior will not see death - we will simply go from life to life.
Is your Friday good?
Mine is good. This is Good Friday, indeed.
Jesus died. Why is that something we remember? Why do we call it good?
Jesus knew from the beginning that He would sacrifice Himself for His creation. When Adam and Eve chose to sin, God already had a plan and was putting it into action. God told Satan that there would be enmity between him and the woman, between his seed and her seed. "He shall bruise you on the head, and you shall bruise him on the heel." (Genesis 3:15 NASB) A Savior was promised to come through a woman. And that woman was Mary.
Jesus was born miraculously by a virgin, specifically chosen to be His mother. He was perfect. Not once did He sin. Not once did He give in to temptation. Jesus, fully human and fully God, could not sin because He had to be the perfect sacrifice for sin. God cannot tolerate sin. Sin requires blood to cover it. Throughout the old testament, people made sacrifices to God for various sins. But none of them were permanent. Only the blood of a perfect man could fully and permanently cover the sins of everyone who ever lived and would ever live. That man had to be God because only God can remain sinless.
God Himself came to earth and lived among His creation. He came with purpose. "...The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many." (Matthew 20:28 NASB) He came to serve and to die. He knew His purpose and He fulfilled it.
At the Last Supper, Jesus tells His disciples to remember Him until He comes. Those of us who are followers of Jesus, still remember Him. This is why we take communion. We remember His death, why He died, what He gave for us. His blood was shed to cover our sins. His body was broken to take our punishment. (To clarify, no bones were actually broken. He was so badly beaten that He was unrecognizable.) He knew what He faced would be extremely difficult to bear. He spent hours asking His Father if this was truly necessary. If there was any other way, to spare Him the horrid day before Him. But, still, in obedience to His Father, Jesus chose to do His will. Being tried and sentenced to crucifixion, He was mocked, whipped, beaten, and suffered much more than any of us in America could imagine.
The soldiers stretched out Jesus' arms and drove heavy nails into his wrists, and into his feet. The cross was wooden, rough, full of splinters, digging into His back. A crown of sharp, painful thorns pierced into His forehead. His lungs burning as He labored to breathe. God, His Father, had to turn away and leave His Son to die alone. "...My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" (Matthew 27:46 NASB)
At any moment, Jesus could have straightened everyone out, told them He was God and climbed off the cross to prove it. But He didn't. He chose to be silent. He chose to suffer. He chose to die.
But why is this a good thing? Why do we call this Good Friday?
Because I am a sinner. I deserve hell as much as anyone. But God doesn't want me to spend eternity in hell. Hell is very real. God created it for Satan and his followers. But sinners cannot be allowed into heaven. God cannot have sin in His presence. Sin and God cannot dwell together. Therefore, all sinners - all people - are destined for hell. There is no such thing as being good enough. Good people don't go to heaven. Good people are still sinners and are still heading to hell. One sin keeps you from entering heaven.
Is there any hope?
This is why Jesus died. He is the perfect sacrifice to cover all sin. Only those who believe Jesus as the substitue for them on the cross are cleansed from sin and are promised eternal life in heaven. Jesus already paid for your way into heaven. I know I don't deserve heaven. I know that I deserve the cross and I deserve hell. I know that God loves me so much that He died for me - for ME! - so that I would not have to pay for my own sin. It is good that Jesus died. Without His death, I would spend eternity in hell.
The story doesn't end there, of course. Sunday, we will celebrate Easter. Jesus did not stay dead. He was raised back to life, walked the earth in His glorified body, and ascended to heaven. How important is His resurrection? "O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" (1 Corinthians 15:55 NASB) If Jesus were still dead, death would have the victory. There would be no life to hope for. When Jesus came back to life, He conquered death. This made eternal life possible. Those of us who trust Jesus as our Savior will not see death - we will simply go from life to life.
Is your Friday good?
Mine is good. This is Good Friday, indeed.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Rest
Rest has taken on new meaning in my life. Rest doesn't always have to be sleeping, or relaxing, or doing nothing. Rest can simply mean taking a break from something. Taking a break from one thing doesn't mean taking a break from everything. Even taking a break from ONE thing can be rest.
God has made it clear that I need to rest.
The first time I heard God told me to rest was during a gallbladder attack. My second attack. After some research, I did a gallbladder cleanse and I'm feeling pretty good. No surgery needed.
But, I still needed rest.
Shortly after I was diagnosed with gall stones, I attended a small event with women from my chapel. One of the women gave a short devotion on resting, literally resting, in Jesus. She was one of those who was always going and going and going as she served the Lord. She found it difficult to just rest when health problems struck her. But that's where she grew and God used that to teach her that being a Christian isn't always about serving Him, but it's taking time to rest in Him and listen to Him and just soak in His Word.
I am one of those who keeps going and going and going when I'm serving outside the home. As I did this, my home was being neglected. When I was home, I was stressed trying to balance homeschooling, keeping house, and serving in outside activities. I needed to rest.
However, I was very involved in planning the Valentine banquet for our chapel. Sometimes I'm in chrage but this year I just had to plan the entertainment. That seems to be my specialty. As the day grew closer, I was starting to lose it. I could feel a cold coming on. I couldn't think straight. My energy levels were extremely low during the day. Homeschooling suffered as did the house. I was a complete mess. I kept telling God, just get me through the banquet then I will rest. Then I will take a break.
God wanted me to rest sooner.
The night I was to have everyone involved in the entertainment get together to practice, I became extremely dizzy. Now, I'm no newby when it comes to dizziness. I often got dizzy when I was younger. I could stand up, feel the dizziness come one, even go black, but still walk straight. That's how used to it I was. I've come close to passing out many times and actually fainted twice. Dizziness is almost just a regular part of life. But this. This knocked me down so hard I couldn't even move my head. One little turn and the room was upside down. I couldn't possibly direct the practice and the banquet was 2 days away. I handed over my directions to a friend and went home. Don't worry, I didn't drive. Some friends drove me home.
That was a Wednesday. On Thursday, I surrendered. God really wanted me to take a break. I was losing my grip on everything and I just couldn't keep that many balls up in the air any more. So, I rested. I didn't bother to do anything that wasn't required of me. I didn't even dare to think about the banquet or anything that was going on in my life later. I just took that day and rested.
Friday, I did the same. But, not completely. Afterall, the banquet was that night. I rested all morning, not allowing myself to worry about the upcoming event. Then in the afternoon, I slowly prepared. I even prepared a possible back-up plan if I felt I couldn't be there.
Thankfully, I made it to the banquet but I refused to stress about it. Well, I tried not to stress. The evening didn't go quite as planned and there were things that really bothered me, but I couldn't let it take over. Whatever happened, happened. The most important thing, however, was that everyone enjoyed themselves and God was glorified.
Finally, the banquet was over. I could finally take a break and rest.
Then, it hit me. That means I have to say no to singing for Easter. How could I do that? I was very excited about the song we would be singing. I also asked my daughter if she would like to sing something with me. I started looking for songs we could do together. But, as the days went by, I realized I couldn't this time. I honestly and truly needed to just take a break from all outside activities that required extra effort and time on my part. So, as difficult as it was, I had to say no.
Between the Valentine banquet and preparing for our VBS, I have about a month and a half to rest. I'm very excited about this. I can focus on homeschooling and keeping house and just resting in the Lord's presence. I can take my time doing things instead of rushing through because I have to be somewhere. My family can have my full attention because I'm not thinking about what else I have to do. I can rest.
The difference between serving and resting is the difference between Martha and Mary. Being a Martha isn't bad. Being a Mary is just better. There are certain times to be a Martha. There is always time to be a Mary.
I will be back. Afterall, people have made it very clear that they can't have VBS without me. Don't worry, come April, I am diving right in. But for now, I'm not even going to think about it. I refuse to let future events stress me out now. This is my time to soak in my Savior and just rest.
God has made it clear that I need to rest.
The first time I heard God told me to rest was during a gallbladder attack. My second attack. After some research, I did a gallbladder cleanse and I'm feeling pretty good. No surgery needed.
But, I still needed rest.
Shortly after I was diagnosed with gall stones, I attended a small event with women from my chapel. One of the women gave a short devotion on resting, literally resting, in Jesus. She was one of those who was always going and going and going as she served the Lord. She found it difficult to just rest when health problems struck her. But that's where she grew and God used that to teach her that being a Christian isn't always about serving Him, but it's taking time to rest in Him and listen to Him and just soak in His Word.
I am one of those who keeps going and going and going when I'm serving outside the home. As I did this, my home was being neglected. When I was home, I was stressed trying to balance homeschooling, keeping house, and serving in outside activities. I needed to rest.
However, I was very involved in planning the Valentine banquet for our chapel. Sometimes I'm in chrage but this year I just had to plan the entertainment. That seems to be my specialty. As the day grew closer, I was starting to lose it. I could feel a cold coming on. I couldn't think straight. My energy levels were extremely low during the day. Homeschooling suffered as did the house. I was a complete mess. I kept telling God, just get me through the banquet then I will rest. Then I will take a break.
God wanted me to rest sooner.
The night I was to have everyone involved in the entertainment get together to practice, I became extremely dizzy. Now, I'm no newby when it comes to dizziness. I often got dizzy when I was younger. I could stand up, feel the dizziness come one, even go black, but still walk straight. That's how used to it I was. I've come close to passing out many times and actually fainted twice. Dizziness is almost just a regular part of life. But this. This knocked me down so hard I couldn't even move my head. One little turn and the room was upside down. I couldn't possibly direct the practice and the banquet was 2 days away. I handed over my directions to a friend and went home. Don't worry, I didn't drive. Some friends drove me home.
That was a Wednesday. On Thursday, I surrendered. God really wanted me to take a break. I was losing my grip on everything and I just couldn't keep that many balls up in the air any more. So, I rested. I didn't bother to do anything that wasn't required of me. I didn't even dare to think about the banquet or anything that was going on in my life later. I just took that day and rested.
Friday, I did the same. But, not completely. Afterall, the banquet was that night. I rested all morning, not allowing myself to worry about the upcoming event. Then in the afternoon, I slowly prepared. I even prepared a possible back-up plan if I felt I couldn't be there.
Thankfully, I made it to the banquet but I refused to stress about it. Well, I tried not to stress. The evening didn't go quite as planned and there were things that really bothered me, but I couldn't let it take over. Whatever happened, happened. The most important thing, however, was that everyone enjoyed themselves and God was glorified.
Finally, the banquet was over. I could finally take a break and rest.
Then, it hit me. That means I have to say no to singing for Easter. How could I do that? I was very excited about the song we would be singing. I also asked my daughter if she would like to sing something with me. I started looking for songs we could do together. But, as the days went by, I realized I couldn't this time. I honestly and truly needed to just take a break from all outside activities that required extra effort and time on my part. So, as difficult as it was, I had to say no.
Between the Valentine banquet and preparing for our VBS, I have about a month and a half to rest. I'm very excited about this. I can focus on homeschooling and keeping house and just resting in the Lord's presence. I can take my time doing things instead of rushing through because I have to be somewhere. My family can have my full attention because I'm not thinking about what else I have to do. I can rest.
The difference between serving and resting is the difference between Martha and Mary. Being a Martha isn't bad. Being a Mary is just better. There are certain times to be a Martha. There is always time to be a Mary.
I will be back. Afterall, people have made it very clear that they can't have VBS without me. Don't worry, come April, I am diving right in. But for now, I'm not even going to think about it. I refuse to let future events stress me out now. This is my time to soak in my Savior and just rest.
Friday, January 4, 2013
2012 in Pictures
We had a fun and busy year! It was filled with multiple trips to Iowa, camps, Idaho, friends, family, church, house projects, wedding, VBS...what an amazing year!
We love playing in the snow when we're in Iowa since we rarely get any here in Kansas!
Here is our new puppy. He was so tiny and shy when we first got him. Now he's overly friendly, loves to snuggle, loves to play, and is over 5 lbs.
Snow in Kansas!!
Princess themed bridal shower for Amanda. We all dressed up like princesses. Well, we had something a little different for the bride. :)
The kids love going to AWANA which is a kids club where they learn Bible verses. One of our favorite theme nights is crazy hair night.
Every year the zoo has a free day so we try to go on that day even though it is way crowded.
Back in Iowa for a wedding shower for Nate and Amanda. All 4 of us sisters along with John and Connie Clark were "forced" to play a game similar to the Newlywed game. We didn't win. haha
We had a campout in our backyard. Rambo was ready to go back inside before we even got in the tent for the night. We enjoyed roasting hot dogs and s'mores.
J and K spent a week at Kansas Bible Camp.
K celebrated her 9th birthday while at camp and then with us while we were in Idaho.
We went to Idaho to help with the roof and see all of Seth's family.
Then J turned 11 shortly after coming back home.
Nate and Amanda were married on July 13!!
Our Detective themed VBS took the kids on a search for the truth about Jesus.
We headed off for a week at family camp!
First day of school.
Then Seth's parents came from Idaho to return the favor. My parents and brother-in-law also came to help with the roof.
And while the roof project was going on, this suddenly needed to happen. I plan on writing an entirely separate blog once it is complete.
I donated 10 inches of hair to Pantene Beautiful Lengths.
Our church put on an amazing Christmas program.
We celebrated Christmas with my family in Iowa.
And with my mom's family at Grandma Lola's house.
Here is our tree on Christmas morning.
Little A turned 6.
We finally got some snow!!
We had a blast bringing in the New Year with friends.
I do not have a resolution this year. I simply just want to follow the Lord and take my life one day at a time, enjoying every moment and every blessing I have.
Happy New Year!!!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Little A turns 6!
I was pregnant with Little A the longest. She was my first baby to go past the due date. But she was well worth the wait. At 9:56 PM December 29, 2006, Little A entered the world at 6lbs 10oz and 17 inches long.
Big brother and big sister are thrilled with their new sister.
She was walking like a pro by the time she turned 1.
At age 2, she already knew how to pose for the camera.
She loved owls before owls were cool...age 3.
Every 4 year old girl loves to dress up.
By age 5, it was obvious she loved to draw, inheriting her artistic abilities from her dad.
By the time she turned 6, she had lost her first tooth.
The kids spent the day playing their new game they got for Christmas. Little A chose what to eat for lunch and supper then we had cake and ice cream while we watched The Polar Express. It was a nice relaxing day.
Here are a few A-isms:
Age 1 - After I closed the oven door she would come blow on the door to cool it down.
Age 2 - In order to get my attention, she would say, "Mommy! Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!"
Age 3 - When I was trying to get her to use her words instead of whining at me to get something she says to me, "Word."
Age 3 - Both of our faces were sunburned so I asked if her face hurt. When she told me it didn't, I said mine was killing me. She then says, "Nah, you're alive!"
Age 3 - As we were heading out the door to go somewhere, Little A informed me she wasn't quite ready to go..."I need underwear!"
Age 3 - While swimming, Little A is tracing the numbers on the side of the pool 6 - 3 and saying them as she traced, "6...mustache....3"
Age 3 - When she was having issues with the computer, I came to her rescue. "Mommy, you did it! You're a hero!! Thank you, Mother!"
Age 3 - One morning, I told her that her hair looked really cool because it was standing up all over. She responds, "No, hair can't stand up. They don't have legs!"
Almost 4 - While eating quesadillas, she gave me a kiss, then laughed and said, "I put cheese on your face!"
Almost 4 - Little A finds a recipe card I had thrown away. She brings it to me and says, "Mommy, this isn't trash. It has your writing! It says, 'you have to make food forever.' "
Age 4 - She pointed to my hat in church and asked, "Where's my quiet hat?" I gave her one of my lacey head coverings and she says, "This is my quiet hat."
Age 4 - When Seth asked her to say her "ABCs" she says, "A...C....phlegm." (Thanks to Achmed the dead terrorist and Jeff Dunham)
Age 4 - I had told Little A that I came downstairs for some peace and quiet. As I headed back upstairs she says, "Are you going upstairs for some peace and loud?"
Age 4 - My cell phone was beeping because the battery was dying. Little A was telling me it needed to be plugged in, but I wasn't in a rush to do so. She says, "But it's saying 'please!' "
Age 4 - After praying with Little A because of bad dreams, she tells me that God took them away. I said, "Isn't God awesome?" She responds, "God is cool like a rock star!"
Age 5 - I made a comment about being so tired that my brain was melting. Little A replies, "Your brain melts when you're too close to the TV. Duh!"
Age 5 - Little A follows me into the kitchen and says, "I'm hungry as a human!"
Age 5 - K asked how people make 3D paintings so Little A answered, "With 3D paint!"
Almost 6 - Little A was concerned that I was catching her cold so she asked if I was getting what she had. I told her I probably was. Very apologetically, she says, "I'm sorry for breathing."
Happy birthday, Little A!! I love you!!!
Saturday, December 8, 2012
10 years
You may recall a blog I wrote near the beginning of the year about the most difficult year of my life. 10 years ago, we lost 8 family members. One of those was our baby.
Today was the due date 10 years ago. I think about that baby often, especially in May, the month we lost it, and now, when it was due. I miss that baby. It's strange to me that I could miss someone whom I've never met, never held, never even felt in my womb. But I do.
Of course, if we had not lost that baby, we would not have K. I cannot imagine our life without her! What a joy she brings to our family! By the time we reached the due date of the baby, I was a couple months pregnant with K.
This flower was given to me in the hospital after they took the baby out. There's a tiny ring tied onto the ribbon. There's a shelf in our hallway where I keep this flower. I think of our baby every time I pass by. Although I miss it, wishing I could have had the chance to hold it in my arms, I am thankful that it didn't have to suffer in this world of sin and is enjoying the presence of Jesus.
I look forward to meeting that baby in heaven.
Today was the due date 10 years ago. I think about that baby often, especially in May, the month we lost it, and now, when it was due. I miss that baby. It's strange to me that I could miss someone whom I've never met, never held, never even felt in my womb. But I do.
Of course, if we had not lost that baby, we would not have K. I cannot imagine our life without her! What a joy she brings to our family! By the time we reached the due date of the baby, I was a couple months pregnant with K.
This flower was given to me in the hospital after they took the baby out. There's a tiny ring tied onto the ribbon. There's a shelf in our hallway where I keep this flower. I think of our baby every time I pass by. Although I miss it, wishing I could have had the chance to hold it in my arms, I am thankful that it didn't have to suffer in this world of sin and is enjoying the presence of Jesus.
I look forward to meeting that baby in heaven.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Not giving up
A long while ago, I made the commitment to not cut my hair until I reached my goal weight. That was about a year and a half ago.
I worked out. I ate healthier. I drank more water. I drank a lot less pop. I quit eating at night. I had one helping of meals. I had small snacks throughout the day. I cut down on junk food.
Nothing worked.
I finally googled "how to lose weight with hypothyroidism." There I discovered that it is nearly impossible.
So, I surrendered. I realized that because of my thyroid, losing weight was probably not going to happen unless I had the money to eat EXTREMELY healthy and had hours of time for exercise. Neither one of those are in abundance in my life.
My hair had grown very long. I was sick of it and Seth has told me more than once he hates my hair long. I knew my goal weight was unreachable so I decided it was time to cut my hair.
Don't get me wrong. I am NOT giving up on being healthy. I still want to workout, eat right, drink water, etc., but now I'm just focusing on being healthy, not losing weight.
I also thought that I could donate my hair. I did some research on various companies that use donated hair to make wigs for those who have no hair of their own for whatever reason. I settled on Pantene Beautiful Lengths.
I worked out. I ate healthier. I drank more water. I drank a lot less pop. I quit eating at night. I had one helping of meals. I had small snacks throughout the day. I cut down on junk food.
Nothing worked.
I finally googled "how to lose weight with hypothyroidism." There I discovered that it is nearly impossible.
So, I surrendered. I realized that because of my thyroid, losing weight was probably not going to happen unless I had the money to eat EXTREMELY healthy and had hours of time for exercise. Neither one of those are in abundance in my life.
My hair had grown very long. I was sick of it and Seth has told me more than once he hates my hair long. I knew my goal weight was unreachable so I decided it was time to cut my hair.
Don't get me wrong. I am NOT giving up on being healthy. I still want to workout, eat right, drink water, etc., but now I'm just focusing on being healthy, not losing weight.
I also thought that I could donate my hair. I did some research on various companies that use donated hair to make wigs for those who have no hair of their own for whatever reason. I settled on Pantene Beautiful Lengths.
Here is my hair the day I got it cut. I think this is the longest I've ever had it.
She cut it in pig tails.
Right after the cut.
It was done! No turning back now.
I was able to donate 10 inches, but I wasn't too thrilled with how it turned out. Neither was Seth or the kids.
This is what it was supposed to look like.
But I got this instead.
This is my mom. I looked so much like her that the kids called my "grandma" all day and Seth refused to look at me. Hmmm, I had to do something!
I styled it differently. Which I liked better, but still, too much like my mom.
So, tonight, I dyed it. It's a little redder than what I was hoping for, but at least I don't look so much like my mom that Seth can't look at me. Haha He now says I look like my cousin, Amber. Seth wants me to put in some highlights. We'll see.
For now, this is my hair. I'm glad I was able to donate it. I never thought I would be able to grow out my hair long enough to do that. It will take some getting used to, but I'm really ok with it. Now to convince K...
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