The Road To Healing

Back in December I shared with you (in a rather dark-humored way) that our eldest daughter (who has been estranged from us) was expecting her first child. I also shared with you my hope that there would be a day that we would be allowed to hold his hand. I knew that God could bring healing to this situation, but I had no idea if He would and certainly could not see how it could be done. It felt so far gone. This is where your faith is tested, wouldn't you say? I have prayed for healing, friends and family have prayed for healing, and then we sit and watch and wait and trust.

This week, we watched our daughter receive her high school diploma and not only did we meet our grandson, but sure enough - I was allowed to hold his hand. And now he holds my heart.



There is much, much more to this story that I may never be able to share. I can't begin to know how God softened her heart to even be in our presence but our time with her went so far beyond that. Our family is on the road to healing. To God be all the glory, honor and praise. AMEN.

My children. ALL of my children. Together. *sigh*
May 2009

I'm Just Too Cute

Not sure where I got this from, I'm thinking maybe my Grandfather gave it to me before he passed away. That little one is me. Doesn't it look like I'm saying, "You tawkin' ta me? Ah YOU tawkin' ta ME??" And the cutey in the stripey shorts would be my brother. Probably 1972...

One Last Passing In 2008

It is with sadness (and a good deal of Christ's hope) that I announce the passing of my youth (my husband was already old).

In about 10 days our 17 year-old estranged daughter will be giving us the early gift of Grandparenthood.

The good news is - my husband is going to make one hot Grandpa!

It is my sincere prayer that we will be allowed to hold this precious little hand.


More than that, I ask that you pray with us that our Daughter would come to know Christ and choose a saving relationship with Him.

November 15, 1995

November 15, 1995 was a day that will live in infamy......
It was a day like no other (at least no other that I had ever experienced) On November 15, 1995 my husband and I checked into Parkview Community Hospital in Riverside, California for a scheduled c-section. FINALLY.

I was pregnant with twins at 37 1/2 weeks gestation. I had gestational diabetes, a club foot, and my knees were barely able to support the extra 72 pounds I had gained. My very good and very generous friend had actually bought us a new California King size bed for a wedding gift and that was the ONLY reason that we could still fit into one together.

This is boy twin. He was born at 7:57am at 9 pounds 1/2 ounce (his head was 15cm!!!)

This is girl twin. She was born at 7:58am at 6 pounds 14 ounces

Just yesterday I came across a couple in the store who were carting around their own set of toddler twins. I whispered that mine were turning 13 and that it DOES get easier and funner. They really couldn't believe me, but I promised them.

Today my twins turned 13. You can read my earlier post including thoughts on my children growing up, but I will add this....
When I was shopping for their gifts, I DID get a little bit veklempt. But I won't admit it twice.

My Babies

These are my babies. Our youngest. Seems like this picture was taken today. Alas, this is not the case. Today I took my babies to Junior High Back To School Days. Here is where you would see lots of Mommies posting about the sadness of knowing they would not have any more babies, never again to feel that miracle of life growing inside them, no more of seeing their little ones look at the world with wonder. You will not find that here!
I am excited for the people my children are becoming and will become and to know that we are in the downhill slope is FANtastic. "WHAT S4J? Are you saying you love the teen years???" Well, I wouldn't say that necessarily, but I love what it means for my children and what it means for their parents. They are so close to being out on their own, showing the world who they are and making their own way in life. Grab a hold of your God and go get 'em babies!