Saturday, May 31, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
This instruction, coupled with my man coming home (only one day late), helped me to get the programming back on and disconnect the snowy place.
To this day I cannot say or read the word Kimpo without cringing.
This was an extraordinarily painful lesson to learn. I cannot rely on my husband for my health, safety, or survival. People fail. The only true, unfailing, infallible thing I can rely on is my God. The God. The Creator of heaven and earth. Only He will never fail me.
Jeremiah relayed this message, "This is what the Lord says: 'Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who depends on flesh for his strength and whose heart turns away from the Lord. He will be like a bush in the wastelands; he will not see prosperity when it comes. He will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a salt land where no one lives.'"
Wow. That is what I felt like when my husband didn't come home on time. How did Jeremiah know this? Oh, that's right - he was a prophet ~ and as he says, 'the Lord said.'
Jeremiah went on to say, "But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit." (Jeremiah 17:5-8)
Wow. I have been watching for another day in recent months...the day my husband returns from Iraq. He was supposed to be on his way home yesterday. They were weathered out and were unable to get out as scheduled. I truly am blessed. There is Someone who is ALWAYS with me. I have put my trust in Him, and I did not fear when the heat came. I did not fall down. I did not run a never-ending bath. I did not abandon my children to the snowy place. Not because of my strength - but because of His.
"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped; Therefore my heart greatly rejoices, and with my song I will praise Him." (Psalm 28:7)
Tomorrow I will be singing the offertory. I will be singing these words with the utmost conviction and a peace that passes all understanding....
If all I had was one last breath, I'd spend it just to sing Your praise...just to say Your name.
If all I had was one last prayer, I'd pray it 'cause I know You're always listening.
If all I had was one more song to sing, I would raise my voice to make the heavens ring!
If all I had was one last chance, I'd take it, I would stake it all on You!
I know You're there. I know You see me.
You're the air I breathe, You are the ground beneath me.
I know You're there, I know You hear me.
I can find You anywhere. I know You're there....
(you can hear the song in its entirety here)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I must say the day of surgery will go down in my memory file as the best of the whole ordeal. Let's begin with what's important. Hospital Fashion. We bought several cute bandanas and Amber cut them in half and tied them up for me so I had several clean choices for cute headgear. Honestly - who's going to want to brush my mane while I'm infirm? With the kids off with Grandma and Grandpa, we showed up at the hospital early in the morning and were taken to a prep room where I had to remove all my clothing and undergarments and don the lovely hospital gowns. They also gave me some rather attractive circulation stockings which my husband kindly helped me get into. The world starts getting a little fuzzy right about here for me, so now would be a good time to insert help. My husband (after reading my blog) wrote to me about his thoughts on the day and Cousin Amber filled in some more...
*Waving again* Hi, It’s me again, HisGirl. I’ve been asked to chime in on part 4 of this story… I’ll be the girl in purple!*
I thought it would be good for me to write about the tumor from my side of the story.
This is called “My wife’s uterus.”
I don’t remember too much actually, only that there were some issues that led you to believe there was a giant tumor. I vaguely remember telling you that I doubted that, and that you were only being a drama queen. So there’s that. You went to the doctor on post, and they figured out it was too much for them to handle, which was very surprising to me. Over the years I’ve learned that poor medical treatment was the norm for the military.
Anyways, I did not go to the local doctor with you. It was work or something, I don’t know. At this point I was starting to feel like it was something more serious, but I still wasn’t convinced there was a giant tumor. When that doctor said we needed to go to the big city CANCER doctor, I started to be a bit concerned. I hadn’t been this concerned about your uterus since the time I saw the doctor holding it, OUT of you, in his hands, immediately after he took the twins out. That messed me up too, by the way. It is not cool to see your wife’s internal organs OUT of her and in someone’s hands.
So this time I did go to the big city doctor with you. Wow, considering we’re both from So Cal did you ever think we’d ever refer to somewhere as the “big city?” Anyways, we had a great time at that hospital, getting free milkshakes, talking to the CANCER doctor and so on, in the CANCER section. Yes, that freaked me out. So after hearing how you would be opened up, have stuff removed and such, I was really starting to feel like my life with you wasn’t going to be as long as I had thought.
I’ll just skip all the administrative hoo-ha about who talked to whom in order to get your surgery approved. I just mainly remember that as being another series of dramatic events, with lots of red tape involved.
So fast-forward to me driving to Houston to pick up Cousin A. Let me just say that there was a time in my life when I despised this woman.
*Despised? Really? I think that you meant to say that you had not yet discovered what a great choice of wife your cousin had landed. That’s all ;)*
That story could take up a whole page so I won’t even go into it. But now, everything is wonderful, and I love this woman like my sister.
*I love you too, man.*
So we met up at the airport and drove home to you.
*Thank you for not mentioning that I chattered incessantly the entire drive home, but you did leave out the exciting news that I sat next to pro football player Mark Roman on the plane. I guess you might have forgotten that part, but I’m sure he’ll never forget the girl who asked him, oh, so you play football, for like, money?*
Okay, now to surgery day. I am severely messed up.
*Hey man, you were doing great. We were all scared, but you were brave for your wife and I was so impressed with you*
Cousin A prayed with us, then they whisked you away. I’m pacing the halls. Cousin A and I ate some swill at the hospital cafeteria, we feel sick.
*Noticing that you left out that I totally whooped you at cards. I believe you may have been a bit distracted, what, with worrying about your wife and all, but I totally Shanghaied your bootay!*
Then we find out you’re done and are in post-op. Shortly after that they bring you back to your room. At this point I am so thankful that you lived. It didn’t matter so much what state you were in when you came back, what mattered was that you were going to live and I wasn’t going to be alone. *
I was especially touched by your devotion to S4J. I love that you love her with such a deep, true, abiding love. I love knowing that you care about my dearest friend with the kind of love that Christ has for us. Watching your relief when we knew she was going to be okay blessed me in a way that I just can’t put to words. *
And that is it. From there was the hospital stay, and the healing, and the hopes that your dumb uterus wouldn’t cause me anymore grief.
I am thankful to God that I am even able to write this, and especially thankful that you are alive to read it. I am also thankful to Cousin A for coming to help us through this adventure, and to her family for letting her make the trip.
*Me too, Cousin C… me too*
Hey, S4J… do you want to talk about the post op stuff next? I’m game if you are J
Sunday, May 11, 2008
- The sun is shining.
- The birds are chirping.
- My barrier rose vines are in full bloom.
- It is Pentecost - the "Birthday" of the Christian church
- In our Methodist congregation it is the day of Confirmation where the children that have been baptized as infants take on the promises of living a Christian life as their own.
- Today there was also a baptism. A young boy professing his faith in front of the whole world.
- One year ago today my entire family was baptized. In that same Methodist congregation.
- Today is Mother's Day.
I will leave you with a couple of thoughts....
The other day one of my dear bloggy friends posted about why she is glad she is a Mom and I am to this very moment still touched by it and carrying it around as though it were a special gift that I just cannot bear to put down. You would be blessed a thousand times over to go and read it here.
This is my prayer for all you Mommies: "Her children stand up and call her blessed. Her husband also rises up, and he praises her. He says, 'Many women do noble things. But you are better than all the others.'" Proverbs 31:28-29
A happy HAPPY Mother's Day to you!
Friday, May 9, 2008
Do you SEE that swipe down the side??? I do NOT believe it!
These are the ONLY tools I used....
Well....okay. I didn't use the pink gloves because I just got gifted those today, but they are so stinking cute that I had to give them props. And I did not use the green-scrubby side of the sponge.
The only thing I would dispute about the Easy Off advertising is that it claims to be fume free. It is not fume FREE, but honestly - the fumes are minimal. It certainly did not burn my eyes out, and it was a rather pleasant lemon smelling fume as fumes go. I just turned the vent fan on low and went about my business. All in all - I would use this product again and tell my friends to use it too. Oh. I guess I just did.
This is my oven today.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Just a little humor to help ease the pain of your next trip to the pump...
Trying to find something funny in the absurdity of it all .......................
The price of Gas versus Printer Ink
Diet Snapple 16 oz $1.29 ... $10.32 per gallon
Lipton Ice Tea 16 oz $1.19 ...........$9.52 per gallon
Gatorade 20 oz $1.59 ..... $10.17 per gallon
Ocean Spray 16 oz $1.25 ......... $10.00 per gallon
Brake Fluid 12 oz $3.15 ....... $33.60 per gallon
Vick's Nyquil 6 oz $8.35 .... $178.13 per gallon
Pepto Bismol 4 oz $3.85 .. $123.20 per gallon
Whiteout 7 oz $1.39 ...... . $25.42 per gallon
Scope 1.5 oz $0.99 ....$84.48 per gallon
And this is the REAL KICKER...
Evian water 9 oz $1.49..$21.19 per gallon!
$21.19 for WATER and the buyers don't
even know the source
Ever wonder why printers are so cheap?
So they have you hooked for the ink.
Someone calculated the cost of the ink at...............
(you won't believe it....but it is true........)
$5,200 a gal. (five thousand two hundred dollars)
So, the next time you're at the pump ,be glad your car doesn't run on water, Scope,
or Whiteout, Pepto Bismol, Nyquil or God forbid, Printer Ink!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
I've never been good at making and keeping friends. Most guys I know are work acquaintances. One of them was seriously wounded today. I am deeply saddened by this. it hurts my heart, there is a lump in my throat. I want to yell and cry. I want to go home.