Last Day of School
I decided this morning as I was reminicing about my own school days that the last day of school is always, always the funnest. Funny how parenting brings back so many memories of one's own childhood. And today was no different. I lived vicariously through Taylor, enjoying that "celebratory", "out-of-the-ordinary", "last-day-of-school" feeling that pervades every moment of the day from dawn til dusk. I picked up Tayolr mid-day and brought her to McDonald's for an ice cream to celebrate the day. (I decided that New Zealand could really use a Dairy Queen or Coldstone Creamery, or other ice cream parlor, but that's another post). Anyways, it's hard to believe that the little baby I held in my arms only a few years ago (well, maybe a bit more than that) is so grown-up now and has just finished her first year of school.
We're all looking forward to a bit of a break. Aaron and I have 3 weeks off from the prayer room, so for the next few weeks, the whole family is in "wind-down, put-the-feet up, enjoy long and lazy mornings" mode. It's a much-needed change after a very long year. Bring it on!!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Quite a Week
Aaron left for a 16-day trip to the States about 17 days ago. About 3 days after he left, I developed an unusual limp and weakness/loss of range of motion in my right leg. Even though I had no pain, I thought I had just pulled something or done something weird to some muscles. After walking around for about a week with no improvement, I finally decided I should go to a physiotherapist to get it looked at.
So on Wednesday Oct. 28th, I headed to Physio (with a friend to help with Samuel). She looked at me with grave concern and told me to go to my GP (general practitioner) immediately. I got an appointment right away, and after seeing him, he looked at me with grave concern and told me to go to the ER immediately. I met a friend at the ER who graciously stayed with me to support me and help out with Samuel. I was examined at the ER, got X-rays, saw numerous doctors (one of whom I found out later is a strong Christian), and eventually the concensus was to admit me so I could get an MRI asap.
I waited all day Thursday, not sure where this thing was going. Was it a disc problem requiring back surgery, or a medical issue? The doctors weren't sure. Friday afternoon I had an MRI and a lumber puncture (which, the Lord graciously gave me a dream about the night before I ended up in hospital, so I was somewhat prepared for that procedure). The results confirmed what the doctors were thinking: My immediate condition was inflamation in my spinal cord, affecting the nerves and therefore motor ability in my leg. Unfortunately, the doctors have told me that the type of inflamation presenting itself is similar to what they see in patients with MS. However, a diagnosis of MS is only made if a 2nd neurological episode occurs, separated by time from the first, and in a different location in the body. Medically speaking, they have told me it is likely that such another episode will occur at some time in the future, though no one knows if, when, or where in my body it would happen. However, at the same time, they have also told me that it is medically possible that this was a one-off, fluke occurrence and this may never happen again.
So I ended up staying in the hospital for another 5 days to proceed with the treatment of IV steriods to clear up the inflamation. At this point in the story, I need to pause and brag on our incredible community and many friends from around the world who gathered around us this week. Nic took a week off work to care for Taylor full-time. Friends from Auckland drove down to be with us. Without even a thought, a schedule was arranged so I would have help with Samuel 12-14 hours a day in the hospital. I received so many cards, texts, and phonecalls with Scriptures and prayers. I was literally being carried on the prayers of the saints from around the world that week. I felt it, and it made such a difference. My normal reaction to these sorts of things is fear, worry, and anxiousness. But instead, I was being carried on supernatural grace. I had such peace, confidence, joy, and contentment that week in the hospital; I felt His presence so strongly, and was certain that He was so near. I would never ask for such suffering, however the beauty of intimacy and communion in the midst of such pain is a precious treasure not to be taken for granted.
In the hospital I learned in a very real way the wisdom of what we do in the prayer room: agreeing with who God is (worship) and agreeing with what He does (intercession). The wisdom of singing the Scripture in the time of trouble. The wisdom of storing His Word on the inside as a precious treasure, that it would be a sure foundation in the winds of testing. All the theories have been proven true. Angels and demons really move when we lift our voice and sing the Word in the darkest hour. The Word really does keep our hearts steady when all around us is shaken. I've never been more convinced of the wisdom of the prayer room as I am now.
So anyways, I was released from the hospital yesterday, the same day Aaron returned from the States. My body has responded incredibly quickly to the steriods (a very good sign), and I'm walking almost normally now (though still have weakness in the leg and need to work on exercises to improve balance, range of motion, strength, etc.)
Of course, I don't think it's at all by accident that this happened when it did. When I received my potential diagnosis, Aaron was en route to Redding, California to meet with Bill Johnson and others from Bethel to discuss plans for the establishing of a Supernatural School of Healing and Ministry here in Tauranga. Interestingly enough, the weekend Aaron was there, a woman who had MS for 30 years was instantly healed and left the healing rooms pushing her wheelchair. What a precious sign from Jesus to our family that His power is greater than any sickness, and nothing is impossible for Him to do!
So those are the facts. Now for the emotions. First of all, I know that God has been preparing me for this for about a month now. I won't go in to all the details, but He has been speaking to me for a while now, and I had a feeling that something like this was coming. He is so good to prepare our hearts and to whisper the plans and purposes of His heart to us ahead of time. As you may have read a few weeks ago, we've just passed 20 years since mom's death from cancer. And it's almost as if now the Lord is bringing me back to face 20-year old giants of fear, sickness, doubt, lack of faith, and mistrust so that I can deal with these issues. He is so jealous to remove all that hinders love, that in His kindness and mercy He has brought me back into the same "boxing ring" to battle with my greatest enemies face-to-face. He wants me to be free from these things once and for all. And so my greatest desire through all of this is to know Jesus as my Healer. Not only for the sake of being healed, but so that I will have experiential knowledge of Jesus in this way, that I will have a testimony to throw back in the face of my enemy, and that Jesus' power, ability, and desire to heal will never again have ground for accusation in my heart. I desire for the story of 20 years ago to be re-written. This time ending with healing instead of defeat. I want my children to have a testimony of God healing their Mommy, that they would know and experience His great power even from a young age. I'm asking for, believing for, and contending for a miracle!
This will be a journey for our THOP family, as we link arms and learn together how to contend for healing and pray for the sick, while remaining full of faith and without offence should He choose in His wisdom to tarry.
This will be a journey for my own heart and for our family as we walk into the uncertainties of the next several months and years. Medically we don't know what will happen, nor do the doctors. Spiritually, there are definitely battles to fight, giants to face, and the sweet communion of intimacy to be enjoyed in the crucible of suffering. Emotionally there are bound to be highs and lows. Practically, we have yet to discover if and how much life has really changed. There are many uncertainties. Good thing that He remains steady through it all. So I choose to lean into Him, to trust Him, and to make my confession: He is good and I love Him.
Aaron left for a 16-day trip to the States about 17 days ago. About 3 days after he left, I developed an unusual limp and weakness/loss of range of motion in my right leg. Even though I had no pain, I thought I had just pulled something or done something weird to some muscles. After walking around for about a week with no improvement, I finally decided I should go to a physiotherapist to get it looked at.
So on Wednesday Oct. 28th, I headed to Physio (with a friend to help with Samuel). She looked at me with grave concern and told me to go to my GP (general practitioner) immediately. I got an appointment right away, and after seeing him, he looked at me with grave concern and told me to go to the ER immediately. I met a friend at the ER who graciously stayed with me to support me and help out with Samuel. I was examined at the ER, got X-rays, saw numerous doctors (one of whom I found out later is a strong Christian), and eventually the concensus was to admit me so I could get an MRI asap.
I waited all day Thursday, not sure where this thing was going. Was it a disc problem requiring back surgery, or a medical issue? The doctors weren't sure. Friday afternoon I had an MRI and a lumber puncture (which, the Lord graciously gave me a dream about the night before I ended up in hospital, so I was somewhat prepared for that procedure). The results confirmed what the doctors were thinking: My immediate condition was inflamation in my spinal cord, affecting the nerves and therefore motor ability in my leg. Unfortunately, the doctors have told me that the type of inflamation presenting itself is similar to what they see in patients with MS. However, a diagnosis of MS is only made if a 2nd neurological episode occurs, separated by time from the first, and in a different location in the body. Medically speaking, they have told me it is likely that such another episode will occur at some time in the future, though no one knows if, when, or where in my body it would happen. However, at the same time, they have also told me that it is medically possible that this was a one-off, fluke occurrence and this may never happen again.
So I ended up staying in the hospital for another 5 days to proceed with the treatment of IV steriods to clear up the inflamation. At this point in the story, I need to pause and brag on our incredible community and many friends from around the world who gathered around us this week. Nic took a week off work to care for Taylor full-time. Friends from Auckland drove down to be with us. Without even a thought, a schedule was arranged so I would have help with Samuel 12-14 hours a day in the hospital. I received so many cards, texts, and phonecalls with Scriptures and prayers. I was literally being carried on the prayers of the saints from around the world that week. I felt it, and it made such a difference. My normal reaction to these sorts of things is fear, worry, and anxiousness. But instead, I was being carried on supernatural grace. I had such peace, confidence, joy, and contentment that week in the hospital; I felt His presence so strongly, and was certain that He was so near. I would never ask for such suffering, however the beauty of intimacy and communion in the midst of such pain is a precious treasure not to be taken for granted.
In the hospital I learned in a very real way the wisdom of what we do in the prayer room: agreeing with who God is (worship) and agreeing with what He does (intercession). The wisdom of singing the Scripture in the time of trouble. The wisdom of storing His Word on the inside as a precious treasure, that it would be a sure foundation in the winds of testing. All the theories have been proven true. Angels and demons really move when we lift our voice and sing the Word in the darkest hour. The Word really does keep our hearts steady when all around us is shaken. I've never been more convinced of the wisdom of the prayer room as I am now.
So anyways, I was released from the hospital yesterday, the same day Aaron returned from the States. My body has responded incredibly quickly to the steriods (a very good sign), and I'm walking almost normally now (though still have weakness in the leg and need to work on exercises to improve balance, range of motion, strength, etc.)
Of course, I don't think it's at all by accident that this happened when it did. When I received my potential diagnosis, Aaron was en route to Redding, California to meet with Bill Johnson and others from Bethel to discuss plans for the establishing of a Supernatural School of Healing and Ministry here in Tauranga. Interestingly enough, the weekend Aaron was there, a woman who had MS for 30 years was instantly healed and left the healing rooms pushing her wheelchair. What a precious sign from Jesus to our family that His power is greater than any sickness, and nothing is impossible for Him to do!
So those are the facts. Now for the emotions. First of all, I know that God has been preparing me for this for about a month now. I won't go in to all the details, but He has been speaking to me for a while now, and I had a feeling that something like this was coming. He is so good to prepare our hearts and to whisper the plans and purposes of His heart to us ahead of time. As you may have read a few weeks ago, we've just passed 20 years since mom's death from cancer. And it's almost as if now the Lord is bringing me back to face 20-year old giants of fear, sickness, doubt, lack of faith, and mistrust so that I can deal with these issues. He is so jealous to remove all that hinders love, that in His kindness and mercy He has brought me back into the same "boxing ring" to battle with my greatest enemies face-to-face. He wants me to be free from these things once and for all. And so my greatest desire through all of this is to know Jesus as my Healer. Not only for the sake of being healed, but so that I will have experiential knowledge of Jesus in this way, that I will have a testimony to throw back in the face of my enemy, and that Jesus' power, ability, and desire to heal will never again have ground for accusation in my heart. I desire for the story of 20 years ago to be re-written. This time ending with healing instead of defeat. I want my children to have a testimony of God healing their Mommy, that they would know and experience His great power even from a young age. I'm asking for, believing for, and contending for a miracle!
This will be a journey for our THOP family, as we link arms and learn together how to contend for healing and pray for the sick, while remaining full of faith and without offence should He choose in His wisdom to tarry.
This will be a journey for my own heart and for our family as we walk into the uncertainties of the next several months and years. Medically we don't know what will happen, nor do the doctors. Spiritually, there are definitely battles to fight, giants to face, and the sweet communion of intimacy to be enjoyed in the crucible of suffering. Emotionally there are bound to be highs and lows. Practically, we have yet to discover if and how much life has really changed. There are many uncertainties. Good thing that He remains steady through it all. So I choose to lean into Him, to trust Him, and to make my confession: He is good and I love Him.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Isn't This a Comforting Thought?
Mt. Maunganui is the nation's 3rd most dangerous beach, based on the number of rescues lifeguards have made. Great.
(Not that I ever go swimming in the ocean, so I suppose this really doesn't affect me personally......)
Mt. Maunganui is the nation's 3rd most dangerous beach, based on the number of rescues lifeguards have made. Great.
(Not that I ever go swimming in the ocean, so I suppose this really doesn't affect me personally......)
Friday, October 23, 2009
Letting Go
I'm convinced that parenting is an 18+ year journey in letting go.
This week I've been working on moving Samuel from sleeping in the bassinet in our room to the crib in his own room. We've kept him in our room for a long time because his room is the coldest in the house, so we had to wait until the weather warmed up enough before making the transition.
He's had his naps in his crib this week, but tonight is his first night in his own room. And part of me is a bit sad. No longer will he be sleeping right at my side every night. It sounds a bit dramatic, but it really is the first of many times in his life in which we will have to let go.....someday it will be sending him off to pre-school, then to school, then driving, then the first date...... Some parents are still letting go of their children after they're grown and married, releasing their children and grandchildren to live in foreign lands. Loving and letting go. Simultaneously. It's not necessarily easy. But it's part of life and part of parenting. Truth be told, it's the point of parenting.
Of course, watching our son move up the hall to his own room really isn't a big deal at all. But maybe I'm just a bit more aware of every phase and transition with Samuel, with the lurking thought in the recesses of my mind that this very well may be the last time I get to enjoy each of these precious "baby" phases. So I hold onto every day, every smile and giggle and little cuddle, grateful for yet another day that I get to be a mom.
I'm convinced that parenting is an 18+ year journey in letting go.
This week I've been working on moving Samuel from sleeping in the bassinet in our room to the crib in his own room. We've kept him in our room for a long time because his room is the coldest in the house, so we had to wait until the weather warmed up enough before making the transition.
He's had his naps in his crib this week, but tonight is his first night in his own room. And part of me is a bit sad. No longer will he be sleeping right at my side every night. It sounds a bit dramatic, but it really is the first of many times in his life in which we will have to let go.....someday it will be sending him off to pre-school, then to school, then driving, then the first date...... Some parents are still letting go of their children after they're grown and married, releasing their children and grandchildren to live in foreign lands. Loving and letting go. Simultaneously. It's not necessarily easy. But it's part of life and part of parenting. Truth be told, it's the point of parenting.
Of course, watching our son move up the hall to his own room really isn't a big deal at all. But maybe I'm just a bit more aware of every phase and transition with Samuel, with the lurking thought in the recesses of my mind that this very well may be the last time I get to enjoy each of these precious "baby" phases. So I hold onto every day, every smile and giggle and little cuddle, grateful for yet another day that I get to be a mom.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
New Zealand is now a better place
I've been waiting for this day for a long, long time. Since January 27, 2006, to be exact.
I was in the grocery store today, and what did I happen to see in the freezer, but Mint Cookie Crunch ice cream?? Think Mint chocolate chip, but instead of chocolate chips, add crushed Oreos. Like unto Sheridan's Frozen Custard "Grant's Grasshopper". Yum!!
You see, up until today, there was no such thing as mint chocolate chip ice cream in the grocery stores in New Zealand. (Actually, there's only once ice cream parlor in town that sells it.) It just isn't a common flavor here. Which is a great disappointment to all of us Americans who love mint chocolate chip.
Fortunately, there's now one less item on my hypothetical list of things that I can only enjoy in America.
I've been waiting for this day for a long, long time. Since January 27, 2006, to be exact.
I was in the grocery store today, and what did I happen to see in the freezer, but Mint Cookie Crunch ice cream?? Think Mint chocolate chip, but instead of chocolate chips, add crushed Oreos. Like unto Sheridan's Frozen Custard "Grant's Grasshopper". Yum!!
You see, up until today, there was no such thing as mint chocolate chip ice cream in the grocery stores in New Zealand. (Actually, there's only once ice cream parlor in town that sells it.) It just isn't a common flavor here. Which is a great disappointment to all of us Americans who love mint chocolate chip.
Fortunately, there's now one less item on my hypothetical list of things that I can only enjoy in America.
Monday, October 19, 2009
20 Years Ago Today
It's a night I'll remember as long as I live. I was 9 years old, had my pajamas on, and was on my way to bed when the phone rang. Dad answered, and before he even said 5 words, I knew immediately that the news wasn't good, and my life was forver changed. Within moments he gathered my brother and I in the living room to tell us that Mom (who was in the hospital) had gone to be with Jesus.
I could go on and on about the emotions I felt that night and in the days, weeks, and months to follow. But it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what those would have been. More to the point, today my thoughts haven't been of sadness and mourning, but rather of amazement at the kindness and goodness of my Heavenly Father to carry me through these last 20 years, and to bring me into the broad and spacious place that I'm in today. Let's face it: the story could have easily not turned out as good as it did. I could have easily fallen off the deep end, turned into a dysfunctional person (well, maybe I am a little!), and have ended up with a much different life than the one I have now. I could have run away from God and into a myriad of vices to dull the pain, but for no reason other than His grace, I found myself running to Him in the midst of unbearable grief. He is so kind, so good, so merciful, and so able to care for His children perfectly. And those aren't just nice little cliches. It's the story of my life. I'm grateful; really grateful. And sometimes I catch myself imagining what it will be like when, someday, I'll get to see my mother again, run into her arms, hug her, and catch up on the decades that we missed. Now that's going to be a glorious day!
It's a night I'll remember as long as I live. I was 9 years old, had my pajamas on, and was on my way to bed when the phone rang. Dad answered, and before he even said 5 words, I knew immediately that the news wasn't good, and my life was forver changed. Within moments he gathered my brother and I in the living room to tell us that Mom (who was in the hospital) had gone to be with Jesus.
I could go on and on about the emotions I felt that night and in the days, weeks, and months to follow. But it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what those would have been. More to the point, today my thoughts haven't been of sadness and mourning, but rather of amazement at the kindness and goodness of my Heavenly Father to carry me through these last 20 years, and to bring me into the broad and spacious place that I'm in today. Let's face it: the story could have easily not turned out as good as it did. I could have easily fallen off the deep end, turned into a dysfunctional person (well, maybe I am a little!), and have ended up with a much different life than the one I have now. I could have run away from God and into a myriad of vices to dull the pain, but for no reason other than His grace, I found myself running to Him in the midst of unbearable grief. He is so kind, so good, so merciful, and so able to care for His children perfectly. And those aren't just nice little cliches. It's the story of my life. I'm grateful; really grateful. And sometimes I catch myself imagining what it will be like when, someday, I'll get to see my mother again, run into her arms, hug her, and catch up on the decades that we missed. Now that's going to be a glorious day!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Perspective
A good friend sent me a link to this blog yesterday, and I'd highly recommend a read. I do not know these people, and know nothing more about them than what I read in a few posts. But I found it to be an uplifting story; not because of the joys of wonderful events, but because of a heart that's chosen to remain un-offended in the midst of tragic events. But I must also warn you that it's a "tear-jerker"; I'm glad I read it alone at 11pm last night, because I wept as I read it. And I don't mean just a few tears in the eyes. (Which I must confess is more of an indication of my own brokenness and hidden fears than a reflection of a great heart of compassion). But if you have a few quiet moments, I'd encourage you to go have a read. If nothing else, it will provide an eternal perspective, lifting us out of our own myopic existence and allowing us to be perhaps just a little bit more grateful for today.
A good friend sent me a link to this blog yesterday, and I'd highly recommend a read. I do not know these people, and know nothing more about them than what I read in a few posts. But I found it to be an uplifting story; not because of the joys of wonderful events, but because of a heart that's chosen to remain un-offended in the midst of tragic events. But I must also warn you that it's a "tear-jerker"; I'm glad I read it alone at 11pm last night, because I wept as I read it. And I don't mean just a few tears in the eyes. (Which I must confess is more of an indication of my own brokenness and hidden fears than a reflection of a great heart of compassion). But if you have a few quiet moments, I'd encourage you to go have a read. If nothing else, it will provide an eternal perspective, lifting us out of our own myopic existence and allowing us to be perhaps just a little bit more grateful for today.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Smiley Samuel
I have lots of cheesy nicknames for our little Samuel, depending on what mood he is in:
Silly Samuel
Snuggly Samuel
Singing Samuel
Sleepy Samuel
Serious Samuel
Squirmy Samuel
Starving Samuel
Sad Samuel
Story-telling Samuel
Sweet Samuel
Special Samuel
But no question, one of my favorite ~ and most common ~ little names for him is "Smiley Samuel". He is perhaps the happiest baby in the world: he smiles and "talks" to me all day long, with the occasional giggle added in for good measure, only fussing when he's hungry or tired. Otherwise known as an "Angel Baby". He's such a content, laid back, happy little boy with the sweetest, most tender spirit. Seriously, how great is my life when I get to look at this cute little face all day long?!
I have lots of cheesy nicknames for our little Samuel, depending on what mood he is in:
Silly Samuel
Snuggly Samuel
Singing Samuel
Sleepy Samuel
Serious Samuel
Squirmy Samuel
Starving Samuel
Sad Samuel
Story-telling Samuel
Sweet Samuel
Special Samuel
But no question, one of my favorite ~ and most common ~ little names for him is "Smiley Samuel". He is perhaps the happiest baby in the world: he smiles and "talks" to me all day long, with the occasional giggle added in for good measure, only fussing when he's hungry or tired. Otherwise known as an "Angel Baby". He's such a content, laid back, happy little boy with the sweetest, most tender spirit. Seriously, how great is my life when I get to look at this cute little face all day long?!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Class Trip
Today I went with Taylor on her class trip to the Mount. It was great fun ~ but am I sure tired now! We did lots of walking, and I can really tell how out of shape I am. Of course, it doesn't help that I'm also quite anemic at the moment, but excuses aside, it was quite sad to remember the days when I used to run up the mount. Today I was worn out by simply walking around it!
Anyways, no use dwelling on that. Here are some photos of the day's fun:
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Obsessed with peanut butter
When I was pregnant with Taylor, I would enjoy peanut butter on toast every morning for breakfast. It was a daily tradition which lasted for many weeks of the pregnancy. When I was pregnant with Samuel, I didn't have the same fettish. But now that I'm nursing.......my obsession is back! I simply can't get enough peanut butter these days (or peanuts, peanut butter cookies, or anything with peanuts in it). I'm eating peanut butter on crackers, on toast, on waffles, even straight out of the container with a spoon. I will eat anything that peanut butter can go on or in or with. One of my favorites is peanut butter on banana ~ I've been enjoying that one every day for weeks now. Strange, huh?
When I was pregnant with Taylor, I would enjoy peanut butter on toast every morning for breakfast. It was a daily tradition which lasted for many weeks of the pregnancy. When I was pregnant with Samuel, I didn't have the same fettish. But now that I'm nursing.......my obsession is back! I simply can't get enough peanut butter these days (or peanuts, peanut butter cookies, or anything with peanuts in it). I'm eating peanut butter on crackers, on toast, on waffles, even straight out of the container with a spoon. I will eat anything that peanut butter can go on or in or with. One of my favorites is peanut butter on banana ~ I've been enjoying that one every day for weeks now. Strange, huh?
Monday, September 14, 2009
Been a long time in coming...
...but spring is finally here! The cherry blossom trees are blooming, the sun is shining, temperatures are warmer, the flowers are making their appearance. They say we've had the coldest winter in 40 years, or something like that, which makes me all the happier for a change of season. Everything looks a little brighter with the days of winter behind us!
Not that winter was all that bad or anything ~ after all, it did hold one of the most wonderful days of my life as we welcomed little Samuel into the world. It's a winter I'll always remember with the fondest of memories. But life with a baby will be easier and more fun with the long days of spring and summer ahead.
...but spring is finally here! The cherry blossom trees are blooming, the sun is shining, temperatures are warmer, the flowers are making their appearance. They say we've had the coldest winter in 40 years, or something like that, which makes me all the happier for a change of season. Everything looks a little brighter with the days of winter behind us!
Not that winter was all that bad or anything ~ after all, it did hold one of the most wonderful days of my life as we welcomed little Samuel into the world. It's a winter I'll always remember with the fondest of memories. But life with a baby will be easier and more fun with the long days of spring and summer ahead.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Been a Long Time
Yikes, it's been ages since I've posted! Though none of them qualify as good excuses, I do happen to have a few good reasons.
It's taken me way longer getting back on my feet after Samuel was born than I ever expected it would. I wish someone warned me that it's way harder going from one to two than from none to one! I was in for a bit of a surprise on that one! Of course, it didn't help that I ran into milk supply problems (ended up on a prescription drug to increase supply) and that our whole family got sick for a week (I'm still getting over it). But despite the bumps in the road, we're discovering that Samuel's got the most delightful personality ~ he basically just smiles at me all day long, and only cries if he's hungry. Today he giggled for the first time ~ and not just a little giggle, but a real good belly laugh! After 5 years of parenting, I'm certainly no expert ~ but this one thing I know: one of the best sounds on the earth is the sound of your children laughing. There's just nothing like it.
Taylor continues to adore her little brother ~ she just can't get enough cuddles with him! It's so fun to see her loving on him; she's a great big sister.
I have yet to master the art of snapping the photo when our little guy is smiling, but these ones are cute nonetheless. Enjoy!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Moving
Thankfully, we're not. My parents are, though. Out of the house that I called "home" for my junior and senior year of high school, and the house I have returned "home" to ever since. I think that will be the strangest thing for me. That is, in future months and years, coming home to see my parents in a house I have never lived in, a house that doesn't hold the nostalgic memories of years gone by, perhaps even to a different town than the one I lived in for almost 19 years of my life. "Home" sure will be a lot different from here on out.
And more to the point, this is a huge move for them, too. Of course for the fact that they've lived in that house for 13 years and have a fair bit of family roots to pull up by leaving, but mostly because they have no idea what's next for them. There are lots of options on the table, but no indication from Heaven yet as to which one is right.
So, Dad and Joanie, hope all goes well and may the Lord clearly speak and lead you and guide you as you begin this exciting new season of your lives.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
One of the things I hate the most...
...is saying goodbye. I've done a fair share of it in my day. My first memorable goodbye was when I brought my dad to the airport in Kansas City after he and I drove halfway across the country for me to begin my new life as a 19 year old "adult" in the midwest. I still remember crying most of the 45 minute drive home. More recently have been the goodbyes on either side of the pacific ocean. And today's goodbye was much the same ~ except this time we're on the western side of the pacific rather than the eastern, and Graeme and Sabrina are headed back on their yellow brick road to Oz. (The Kansas Oz, that is, not the Australian abbreviation). And no matter how much you do it (say goodbye, that is), it never gets easier. I'll admit that I cried like a baby this morning saying goodbye (of course, it doesn't help that my own baby was crying most of last night and therefore I was going on very little sleep). But I think it would be safe to say that even had I the luxury of a 10 hour sleep, the goodbye wouldn't have been any less painful. But fortunately the farewell is behind us, and from here on out it gets a bit easier. Of course, we'll still miss them heaps in the days and weeks and months to come.
But.....
In the midst of it all I lean into sovereignty. I lean into Strength when I am weak. And I believe that not only does He know what is best for Mum and Dad, He knows what is best for me. And for my children. And so I trust. Say yes again. Sign up again for this life that we live that isn't always comfortable or easy, but is right. And I hold close to my heart the promises that He has given and the signs in recent days that have shouted to me from Heaven that He knows, that He cares deeply, and that He has my best in mind.
...is saying goodbye. I've done a fair share of it in my day. My first memorable goodbye was when I brought my dad to the airport in Kansas City after he and I drove halfway across the country for me to begin my new life as a 19 year old "adult" in the midwest. I still remember crying most of the 45 minute drive home. More recently have been the goodbyes on either side of the pacific ocean. And today's goodbye was much the same ~ except this time we're on the western side of the pacific rather than the eastern, and Graeme and Sabrina are headed back on their yellow brick road to Oz. (The Kansas Oz, that is, not the Australian abbreviation). And no matter how much you do it (say goodbye, that is), it never gets easier. I'll admit that I cried like a baby this morning saying goodbye (of course, it doesn't help that my own baby was crying most of last night and therefore I was going on very little sleep). But I think it would be safe to say that even had I the luxury of a 10 hour sleep, the goodbye wouldn't have been any less painful. But fortunately the farewell is behind us, and from here on out it gets a bit easier. Of course, we'll still miss them heaps in the days and weeks and months to come.
But.....
In the midst of it all I lean into sovereignty. I lean into Strength when I am weak. And I believe that not only does He know what is best for Mum and Dad, He knows what is best for me. And for my children. And so I trust. Say yes again. Sign up again for this life that we live that isn't always comfortable or easy, but is right. And I hold close to my heart the promises that He has given and the signs in recent days that have shouted to me from Heaven that He knows, that He cares deeply, and that He has my best in mind.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
1st Bath at Home
Samuel had his first bath at home today. And since big sister Taylor wasn't feeling 100% this morning and stayed home from school, she got to be part of the action! Enjoy the pics.
Samuel loved the water!
Nice and cozy!
How in the world did I get such beautiful children?!
Our future all-star, dressed and ready for action!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Samuel John
We came home from the hospital yesterday and have been settling back into life at home. Aaron has been absolutely amazing, taking care of all the details of life and housework so I can focus on resting and recovering and being a mom. Taylor is an adoring big sister who is nothing but full of love and affection for her little brother. She's been a huge help around the house already. I've actually found myself wondering what I did last time without a 5 year old around the house to help me! And Samuel is doing really well. Although he does have his (brief) moments, for the most part he's quite laid-back, calm, and easy-going. He's feeding great, sleeping good (most of the time), and overall doing just fantastic!
Seeing as how it's now 4 days later, I suppose this is now "old news" for most of you, but Samuel John Walsh made his entrance into the world on June 24th at 5:03pm, weighing in at a "whopping" 5 lbs. 12 oz., 20 inches long!
I have so much to say, I don't even know where to begin! Everything with the birth went so smoothly with no complications, thank the Lord. The doctor even advised at the end of the surgery (after seeing how my previous scar healed) that the repeat C-section was a good choice (in other words, doing a VBAC could have been a bad one). I was pleased to hear we made a good decisoin on that one! My stay at the hospital was great. The maternity wing is completely new construction, so the facilities were bright and clean and quite pleasant, and (most of) the nurses were fantatic.
We came home from the hospital yesterday and have been settling back into life at home. Aaron has been absolutely amazing, taking care of all the details of life and housework so I can focus on resting and recovering and being a mom. Taylor is an adoring big sister who is nothing but full of love and affection for her little brother. She's been a huge help around the house already. I've actually found myself wondering what I did last time without a 5 year old around the house to help me! And Samuel is doing really well. Although he does have his (brief) moments, for the most part he's quite laid-back, calm, and easy-going. He's feeding great, sleeping good (most of the time), and overall doing just fantastic!
The Lord has been faithful to answer all my prayers related to his birth ~ many of them in ways over and above and beyond what I ever could have imagined. My heart has been so full these last few days as I've felt the heart of God towards me in such real ways. Not to mention the fact that I am loving getting to know our little guy and (as challenging as it can be sometimes), I'm thoroughly enjoying the newborn phase, knowing it will be gone in all but a few short weeks.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
A Brief Explanation of New Zealand School
For the sake of my North American readers, I'll give a brief explanation of the way they do school here in New Zealand ~ it is way different than America.
The school year starts in February (late summer here). I guess you could say it's "year-round" school; the school year consists of 4 terms, with a 2 week break in between each term, and a 6 week break over summer (i.e. Christmas).
The confusing part is when kids start school. Rather than having one intake per year as we do in the States (i.e. all 5 yr. olds starting kindergarten in Aug/Sep), most children here start school on the day they turn 5! Hence the reason Taylor started school immediately after finishing pre-school. Now the really confusing part is that depending on when a child's birthday falls during the year, he/she will either attend anywhere from 1-3 terms of "kindergarten" (called "year 0" here), or, they'll skip year 0 and go straight into year 1. Yes, very strange. (Now the really, really confusing part is that often at a school, they will begin a new class every term. So where they get teachers from and what those teachers are doing in the other terms of school when they don't have a class to teach, and what schools do with a classroom sitting empty for half the year waiting for a new class to begin.....it all still remains a mystery to me.) Anyways, fortunately Taylor has a birthday at the right time of year so she will get almost 3 full terms of year 0 before moving onto year 1 next year, which puts her at a big advantage.
So there you have it; a completely different way of doing things when it comes to school. But all that aside, Taylor has continued to do very well and is settling in just fine. This past Friday her teacher had an open house for parents to come just before lunch to see what their children have been learning, and then join them for lunch. It was so fun to go and visit Taylor during the day at school. And her teacher is planning on making it a regular thing; I'm looking forward to the opportunity to have consistent insight into Taylor's education and the world she's in for so many hours of the day now. I love her teacher's "open door" policy in which she welcomes parents into the classroom at any time. She's great at what she does (for many reasons), and I'm so thankful that Taylor got such a wonderful teacher for her first year at school!
For the sake of my North American readers, I'll give a brief explanation of the way they do school here in New Zealand ~ it is way different than America.
The school year starts in February (late summer here). I guess you could say it's "year-round" school; the school year consists of 4 terms, with a 2 week break in between each term, and a 6 week break over summer (i.e. Christmas).
The confusing part is when kids start school. Rather than having one intake per year as we do in the States (i.e. all 5 yr. olds starting kindergarten in Aug/Sep), most children here start school on the day they turn 5! Hence the reason Taylor started school immediately after finishing pre-school. Now the really confusing part is that depending on when a child's birthday falls during the year, he/she will either attend anywhere from 1-3 terms of "kindergarten" (called "year 0" here), or, they'll skip year 0 and go straight into year 1. Yes, very strange. (Now the really, really confusing part is that often at a school, they will begin a new class every term. So where they get teachers from and what those teachers are doing in the other terms of school when they don't have a class to teach, and what schools do with a classroom sitting empty for half the year waiting for a new class to begin.....it all still remains a mystery to me.) Anyways, fortunately Taylor has a birthday at the right time of year so she will get almost 3 full terms of year 0 before moving onto year 1 next year, which puts her at a big advantage.
So there you have it; a completely different way of doing things when it comes to school. But all that aside, Taylor has continued to do very well and is settling in just fine. This past Friday her teacher had an open house for parents to come just before lunch to see what their children have been learning, and then join them for lunch. It was so fun to go and visit Taylor during the day at school. And her teacher is planning on making it a regular thing; I'm looking forward to the opportunity to have consistent insight into Taylor's education and the world she's in for so many hours of the day now. I love her teacher's "open door" policy in which she welcomes parents into the classroom at any time. She's great at what she does (for many reasons), and I'm so thankful that Taylor got such a wonderful teacher for her first year at school!
Friday, May 15, 2009
First Week of School
Taylor has done amazing at school this week ~ even to the point where she's surprised us all at how good she's done. Her teacher had her wisdom teeth taken out yesterday, so Taylor had two different subs yesterday and today, making 3 different teachers for her first 3 days in school. And she took it all in stride and did beautifully regardless! Admittedly, she was slightly more clingy when I dropped her off this morning, but with just a little bit of encouragement, she obediently found her friend and sat next to her for "mat time" first thing in the morning. And by the end of the day today when I picked her up, she was all smiles and reported another great day. What a little trooper! She's done absolutely wonderful in her reading, too ~ honestly, I had no idea she could read as well as she can. It's been a great confidence-booster for her to start off school with immediate success in reading.
Her teacher, by the way, is absolutely wonderful and has gotten rave reviews from other parents; and though Taylor's only had her one day so far, I've been quite impressed with what I've seen already.
I am definitely looking forward to the weekend and having Taylor home for the next couple days ~ I do miss her when she's gone all day for school! I think it will be good for Taylor, too, to have some down time and maybe even a nap or two.....she's definitely been tired after the long days. I can't wait to have cuddles with her in bed in the morning and read stories together ~ now that's the way to start the weekend!
Taylor has done amazing at school this week ~ even to the point where she's surprised us all at how good she's done. Her teacher had her wisdom teeth taken out yesterday, so Taylor had two different subs yesterday and today, making 3 different teachers for her first 3 days in school. And she took it all in stride and did beautifully regardless! Admittedly, she was slightly more clingy when I dropped her off this morning, but with just a little bit of encouragement, she obediently found her friend and sat next to her for "mat time" first thing in the morning. And by the end of the day today when I picked her up, she was all smiles and reported another great day. What a little trooper! She's done absolutely wonderful in her reading, too ~ honestly, I had no idea she could read as well as she can. It's been a great confidence-booster for her to start off school with immediate success in reading.
Her teacher, by the way, is absolutely wonderful and has gotten rave reviews from other parents; and though Taylor's only had her one day so far, I've been quite impressed with what I've seen already.
I am definitely looking forward to the weekend and having Taylor home for the next couple days ~ I do miss her when she's gone all day for school! I think it will be good for Taylor, too, to have some down time and maybe even a nap or two.....she's definitely been tired after the long days. I can't wait to have cuddles with her in bed in the morning and read stories together ~ now that's the way to start the weekend!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Milestones
The last two days have been pretty big ones around here! Between Taylor's 5th birthday, her pre-school graduation, and the start of school.....she's had a lot going on in her little world! Yesterday we celebrated her birthday as a family.
We had waffles for breakfast, opened presents, and then enjoyed what will be our last lazy weekday morning for a while. It was cold and rainy outside, so the 3 of us got cozy on the couch with blankets and pillows and watched kid's DVDs until it was time to get Taylor ready for her last day of pre-school. And what a full day at pre-school it was! Not only did they celebrate her birthday, but they also had a special little graduation 'ceremony' for Taylor to remember her last year at the pre-school and to honor her on her last day.
Then, this morning, we were up early to get her off to school! I began to get a bit nervous about it all last night, as Taylor started to get a bit teary and anxious about the prospect of starting school. She was still a bit hesitant this morning.....until she got dressed in her uniform. Then suddenly everything changed, and she was confident and ready for her day!
Fortunately there are 2 little girls already in her class that she knew from pre-school, so when we got to her classroom, she immediately found them and was happy as could be. When it came time for me to leave and say goodbye, she said, "Bye, mom! Love you!". No tears, no hesitation; quite happy for me to leave and for her to begin this whole new adventure on her own. I couldn't believe her confidence, and I was so happy that it was such an easy, painless morning. And when I picked her up at the end of the day, she was all smiles and giving a great report from her day! I am so grateful for the pre-school and the preparation they deliberately do to make the transition into school easy on the kids. It seems to have really worked! Of course, it will probably take her a good couple weeks to transition fully, but if the first day is any indication of how the following days will be, we're in for a good ride.
I gotta say, Mama sure is proud of her little girl tonight!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Princess Birthday Party!
Yesterday, Taylor had several little girls from pre-school/school come over for her party. This was really the first time she's had a party with lots of other girls her age....previous years have been the parties with family and her favorite adult friends. And it was a grand success! All the little girls had so much fun ~ we had face painting and games, and because Taylor requested an ince cream cake this year, I had all the girls decorate their own cupcakes to eat with the ice cream. They loved that....what little girl doesn't like having fun with frosting and sprinkles?! Taylor wanted to have a "princess" theme, so several of the girls came dressed up as princesses. Here are a few photos from the day:
The Birthday Princess
Yesterday, Taylor had several little girls from pre-school/school come over for her party. This was really the first time she's had a party with lots of other girls her age....previous years have been the parties with family and her favorite adult friends. And it was a grand success! All the little girls had so much fun ~ we had face painting and games, and because Taylor requested an ince cream cake this year, I had all the girls decorate their own cupcakes to eat with the ice cream. They loved that....what little girl doesn't like having fun with frosting and sprinkles?! Taylor wanted to have a "princess" theme, so several of the girls came dressed up as princesses. Here are a few photos from the day:
The Birthday Princess
Cupcake Decorating
Face Painting Fun
Gorgeous Girls
Duck Duck Goose
Princess Ice Cream Cake
Happy Birthday to Taylor!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Re-entry
Taylor and I arrived back on Sunday after a long but good trip. We had 3 seats between the 2 of us on the long flight, which made all the difference in the world! Gotta love status with the Star Alliance. Thanks to all of Aaron's travel last year, I am the holder of a gold card (until August of this year), which gave us lots of perks on our trip ~ access to the lounges, priority/free/extra baggage, and that extra seat which meant a much more comfortable trip home for both of us. I felt like it was a little "thank-you present" from heaven for holding down the fort at home when Aaron was on the road so much last year.
We narrowly escaped the swine flu drama coming back into the country. The students who traveled from Mexico to NZ via LA were on the flight a day before us, and the drama of the whole thing really didn't hit the country 'til a day or two after we arrived. So fortunately we sailed through the airport with no dramas or difficulty. We did have to get Taylor a doctor's clearance before she was allowed to go to pre-school, but that was no worry seeing as how we're both healthy.
It's been good to be back with Aaron and to get re-settled here, though at the same time, I always find that it takes me a week or two for my heart to catch up with the physical location of my body. The body gets from Kansas City to NZ in 24 hours, but sometimes it takes longer for the heart to catch up! Of course I'm glad to be back with Aaron and glad to be back in this life we now live that is our destiny and inheritance and calling in God. Yet at the same time, twinges of sadness and pain still prick my heart as I take off that old, broken-in, comfortable pair of jeans (metaphorically speaking of the comfort and joy and familiarity of home) and return them to the closet of my memory, not knowing when the next time will be that I get to wear them. Fortunately, though, between Taylor's birthday, her starting school in a couple weeks, and preparing for the baby, I have enough here to keep me busy and to help me re-settle into life here. It's all good.
Taylor and I arrived back on Sunday after a long but good trip. We had 3 seats between the 2 of us on the long flight, which made all the difference in the world! Gotta love status with the Star Alliance. Thanks to all of Aaron's travel last year, I am the holder of a gold card (until August of this year), which gave us lots of perks on our trip ~ access to the lounges, priority/free/extra baggage, and that extra seat which meant a much more comfortable trip home for both of us. I felt like it was a little "thank-you present" from heaven for holding down the fort at home when Aaron was on the road so much last year.
We narrowly escaped the swine flu drama coming back into the country. The students who traveled from Mexico to NZ via LA were on the flight a day before us, and the drama of the whole thing really didn't hit the country 'til a day or two after we arrived. So fortunately we sailed through the airport with no dramas or difficulty. We did have to get Taylor a doctor's clearance before she was allowed to go to pre-school, but that was no worry seeing as how we're both healthy.
It's been good to be back with Aaron and to get re-settled here, though at the same time, I always find that it takes me a week or two for my heart to catch up with the physical location of my body. The body gets from Kansas City to NZ in 24 hours, but sometimes it takes longer for the heart to catch up! Of course I'm glad to be back with Aaron and glad to be back in this life we now live that is our destiny and inheritance and calling in God. Yet at the same time, twinges of sadness and pain still prick my heart as I take off that old, broken-in, comfortable pair of jeans (metaphorically speaking of the comfort and joy and familiarity of home) and return them to the closet of my memory, not knowing when the next time will be that I get to wear them. Fortunately, though, between Taylor's birthday, her starting school in a couple weeks, and preparing for the baby, I have enough here to keep me busy and to help me re-settle into life here. It's all good.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Quick Update
Not much time to post now, but certainly enough to give a brief update on our time here so far.
CT was amazing. It was just so wonderful to be with family and simply to be home. We made tons of memories. Highlights were
- Seeing my Grandma and celebrating Easter with her and my cousin and his family
- Seeing my Grandfather a few times
- A special early-birthday breakfast celebration for Taylor
- A visit to mom's grave with my dad and Taylor
- Visiting a few friends that still remain in CT
- Trips to the park (not often that the grandparents and aunty get to play with Tay at the park!)
- Grandpa reading stories to Taylor (my dad is great at reading stories aloud)...basically just watching Taylor bond with Dad and Joanie was such a special treat.
It was a difficult good-bye; I don't think goodbyes ever get easier, no matter how often it's done.
Now we're in Kansas City and looking forward to the week here, though I can already tell it will go by too fast. Got lots on the agenda for the week; it's going to be a full one!
And by the way, it must be mentioned that I have the best husband in the world that he would willingly send his wife and daughter away for almost 3 weeks, knowing how good this would be for my heart. Thanks, honey ~ Taylor and I love you and miss you!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
MIA
I'm back from the dead. It has been quite a month in which I've been burning the candle at both ends, so I'll start off with the bullet points for an update.
of jeans, too, but they're not quite the same as that old, comfy, 'broken-in" pair.
Our time in CT has been great so far ~ wonderful to be with family and to be in my hometown that contains so many memories: the parks I played in as a kid, the schools I went to, the stores I've shopped at hundreds of times, the streets I learned to drive on. There's just something special about coming back to your roots and birthplace. The weather has been horrible, but I'm LOVING the central heat and the luxury of living in a nice warm, dry house!! Oh, how I love America!
It has been such a special time so far, and I feel like the most spoiled and loved young woman in the world. The extravagance of my Heavenly Father and my family to bring us here is so overwhelming; every day I am overjoyed that I actually get to be here.
Tonight we had pizza at one of my favorite pizza parlors ~ the pizza in CT is unlike anywhere else I've tasted (including other cities in America). Also been loving the other food ~ OJ, mint choc. chip ice cream, tortilla chips, english muffins, rye bread, lemonade, ranch dressing/dip.....shoot, even the toothpaste tastes better here! (No joke, it really does!).
Anyways, I could go on and on, but I won't. Following are a few photos from our time here so far:
Our little world traveler, on the bus at Auckland Airport
Taylor at the park with Aunt Stephanie
Grandpa's Little Helper
Grandma and I
I'm back from the dead. It has been quite a month in which I've been burning the candle at both ends, so I'll start off with the bullet points for an update.
- March 26-28 the House of Prayer hosted a conference with Bob Sorge. The few weeks leading up to the event were pretty hectic, organizing registrations as well as sorting out the details for the actual event. (Hence my silence from late Feb to late March). The weekend was awesome! We had lots of positive feedback, and Bob enjoyed his time here with us.
- As soon as the conference ended, I had a week to prepare for our trip back home. (Hence my silence from late March 'til now). It was a full week of packing, laundry, shopping for last-minute items as well as presents to bring home, making final preparations for the trip, etc.
of jeans, too, but they're not quite the same as that old, comfy, 'broken-in" pair.
Our time in CT has been great so far ~ wonderful to be with family and to be in my hometown that contains so many memories: the parks I played in as a kid, the schools I went to, the stores I've shopped at hundreds of times, the streets I learned to drive on. There's just something special about coming back to your roots and birthplace. The weather has been horrible, but I'm LOVING the central heat and the luxury of living in a nice warm, dry house!! Oh, how I love America!
It has been such a special time so far, and I feel like the most spoiled and loved young woman in the world. The extravagance of my Heavenly Father and my family to bring us here is so overwhelming; every day I am overjoyed that I actually get to be here.
Tonight we had pizza at one of my favorite pizza parlors ~ the pizza in CT is unlike anywhere else I've tasted (including other cities in America). Also been loving the other food ~ OJ, mint choc. chip ice cream, tortilla chips, english muffins, rye bread, lemonade, ranch dressing/dip.....shoot, even the toothpaste tastes better here! (No joke, it really does!).
Anyways, I could go on and on, but I won't. Following are a few photos from our time here so far:
Our little world traveler, on the bus at Auckland Airport
Taylor at the park with Aunt Stephanie
Grandpa's Little Helper
Grandma and I
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Love my midwife
I am so grateful to the Lord for His amazing leadership and how kind He was to lead me to my midwife. I don't remember if I've ever told that story, but the basic gist of it is that I went into an office one day looking for a midwife, following up on a recommendation. There was no receptionist on duty, but this young lady walks up from the back, and after talking for a few minutes, offers to take me (and my friend, who was with me) as her patients. I didn't know anything about this lady except for the 5 minute conversation we'd just had, but I felt to go for it....and I'm so glad I did. Turns out she's a really strong believer! It is such a joy to me that we are able to talk about the Lord in our appointments, and that I'm able to really share about what God is doing in my heart and life....and she completely understands. Just today she sends me a text that she was praying for our baby last night, and felt the Lord speak some things to her about him.....stuff that I recognize as being very similar to other "whispers" from Heaven that we've recieved about this little boy. I mean, come on....how many midwives pray over the babies in the womb they are caring for, and hear God speak about them?
I remember being a bit nervous about the NZ midwifery system before I found this midwife, and I asked the Lord that I would end up with someone that I liked even better than the midwives I had back in the States. And He has abundantly answered!
I am so grateful to the Lord for His amazing leadership and how kind He was to lead me to my midwife. I don't remember if I've ever told that story, but the basic gist of it is that I went into an office one day looking for a midwife, following up on a recommendation. There was no receptionist on duty, but this young lady walks up from the back, and after talking for a few minutes, offers to take me (and my friend, who was with me) as her patients. I didn't know anything about this lady except for the 5 minute conversation we'd just had, but I felt to go for it....and I'm so glad I did. Turns out she's a really strong believer! It is such a joy to me that we are able to talk about the Lord in our appointments, and that I'm able to really share about what God is doing in my heart and life....and she completely understands. Just today she sends me a text that she was praying for our baby last night, and felt the Lord speak some things to her about him.....stuff that I recognize as being very similar to other "whispers" from Heaven that we've recieved about this little boy. I mean, come on....how many midwives pray over the babies in the womb they are caring for, and hear God speak about them?
I remember being a bit nervous about the NZ midwifery system before I found this midwife, and I asked the Lord that I would end up with someone that I liked even better than the midwives I had back in the States. And He has abundantly answered!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Weekend happenings
Well, the fiascoes of Thursday have gone as quickly as they came. Strange how one day can be so hard (physically speaking) and the very next can be so normal. One thing I did discover, though, (while not being able to keep down water) is how much I am enjoying lemon-lime Powerade right now (Just like Gatorade, for my American readers). I mean, I've never really minded drinking the stuff, but I don't think it's ever tasted so good in my life. If it wasn't almost NZ$3 for a small bottle, I'd probably be drinking it all day, every day.
Aaron is home today after a weekend of meetings in Auckland. As always, it's good to have him home after he's been traveling; though fortunately this was just a short trip ~ way better than those long international 2-week-plus trips!
Well, the fiascoes of Thursday have gone as quickly as they came. Strange how one day can be so hard (physically speaking) and the very next can be so normal. One thing I did discover, though, (while not being able to keep down water) is how much I am enjoying lemon-lime Powerade right now (Just like Gatorade, for my American readers). I mean, I've never really minded drinking the stuff, but I don't think it's ever tasted so good in my life. If it wasn't almost NZ$3 for a small bottle, I'd probably be drinking it all day, every day.
Aaron is home today after a weekend of meetings in Auckland. As always, it's good to have him home after he's been traveling; though fortunately this was just a short trip ~ way better than those long international 2-week-plus trips!
Friday, February 20, 2009
If you haven't yet heard...
Most of my readers have probably already heard the news....but in case there's anyone out there who hasn't yet (and cares to....), we're having a boy!
We actually found this out at my 12-week ultrasound (on a brand-new machine with the very latest technology), but we waited until my 20-week ultrasound before we made a big announcement ~ just to be sure.
And from all accounts of the ultrasound, we're as sure as can be. It's time to start buying blue (in addition, of course, to the existing all-things-pink). My, things sure will change around here, once this little guy is old enough to be racing his cars and trucks around and doing all the sorts of things that boys love to do! I sure have a lot to learn.
Most of my readers have probably already heard the news....but in case there's anyone out there who hasn't yet (and cares to....), we're having a boy!
We actually found this out at my 12-week ultrasound (on a brand-new machine with the very latest technology), but we waited until my 20-week ultrasound before we made a big announcement ~ just to be sure.
And from all accounts of the ultrasound, we're as sure as can be. It's time to start buying blue (in addition, of course, to the existing all-things-pink). My, things sure will change around here, once this little guy is old enough to be racing his cars and trucks around and doing all the sorts of things that boys love to do! I sure have a lot to learn.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
One Thing I Do Not Understand
There are many things in life that I don't understand, but today, this tops my list.
How can it be that toast and water make me nauseous and throw up (4 times in one day), while salad drenched in dressing and waffles swimming in maple syrup settle just fine?
That is strange, my friends. Very strange.
There are many things in life that I don't understand, but today, this tops my list.
How can it be that toast and water make me nauseous and throw up (4 times in one day), while salad drenched in dressing and waffles swimming in maple syrup settle just fine?
That is strange, my friends. Very strange.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Listening to the Rain
After many days of hot temperatures and humid conditions, we are finally getting a bit of reprieve. I'm sitting here on my couch with the windows and door open, listening to and smelling the rain outside. There's something so refreshing about the fragrance of rain. It really is beautiful in it's own unique way. Anyways, there's heavy rain forecast for tonight; between the cooler temps and the pleasant sound of the rain falling outside our window, it appears that we have great sleeping weather in store. The rain is certainly a welcome change, not to mention the fact that since it's been ages since we've had a good rain, we really need a good one to keep everything outside nice and green.
After many days of hot temperatures and humid conditions, we are finally getting a bit of reprieve. I'm sitting here on my couch with the windows and door open, listening to and smelling the rain outside. There's something so refreshing about the fragrance of rain. It really is beautiful in it's own unique way. Anyways, there's heavy rain forecast for tonight; between the cooler temps and the pleasant sound of the rain falling outside our window, it appears that we have great sleeping weather in store. The rain is certainly a welcome change, not to mention the fact that since it's been ages since we've had a good rain, we really need a good one to keep everything outside nice and green.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
It's hot.
And I thank God every day that I'm not 9 months pregnant. Today, I am glad I will be having a baby in June, when it's much cooler than it is now. Of course, by then, I'll be irritated that it's so cold and damp in the house, and frustrated that our little one has to endure such less-than-ideal conditions inside, but I'll deal with that later. For now, I'm very grateful that I don't have to endure the summer feeling like I'm ready to pop.
And I thank God every day that I'm not 9 months pregnant. Today, I am glad I will be having a baby in June, when it's much cooler than it is now. Of course, by then, I'll be irritated that it's so cold and damp in the house, and frustrated that our little one has to endure such less-than-ideal conditions inside, but I'll deal with that later. For now, I'm very grateful that I don't have to endure the summer feeling like I'm ready to pop.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Unrelenting
Next month, THOP will be hosting our first national conference, called Unrelenting. To give a bit of background on the conference, I'll quote one of the emails we've sent out:
"...We are coming into a very significant year and season, both in our nation and also in the nations of the earth. As many of you are aware, we in the Tauranga House of Prayer community have been laboring on a daily basis for the last three years in the place of prayer for a move of God to grip our nation....We felt that at the three year mark that the Lord was asking us to be more deliberate in calling young "Kiwis" to the place of prayer. We understood that this would only be possible if the generation that had gone before them would actively stand together with them as they take their place and destiny in the story of God concerning New Zealand. In light of this, we have decided to host a gathering March 26th-28th 2009 here in Tauranga. We are calling the event "Unrelenting", and in doing so we wanted to communicate to a generation of Kiwis and to the God of heaven and earth that nothing short of deliberate perpetual crying out will see our nation return. I am burdened by this; I awoke early on New Year's day and went out to the Mount to observe the "carnage" that a generation of our kids had left behind. I was devastated and grieved by what I saw. Littered on the streets and in cars were young people who had drunken fully and unapologetically, and to do so was normal and expected. This can no longer be the story of young Kiwis; something has to change. We don't propose to have all the answers, but we know God does; and the genesis for change has always begun in the place of prayer.
We have invited Bob Sorge to come and help us in this call. Bob is one of the clearest voices alive today on the earth. That voice has emerged from the place of deep wrestling with God. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Bob's story, he had his vocal chords severely damaged in a medical procedure 15 years ago that left him only to be able to speak for a hour or so a day in a faint whisper. During these last 15 years, a clear message has emerged from the crucible of wrestling. He has authored 13 books and is sought after internationally. Some of you would have read these writings and have been impacted by them. I had the privilege of traveling with Bob and we are so fortunate to have him come. He has impacted my life personally in a very deep way and I believe what he brings to our nation at this time will carry tremendous weight and prophetic relevance. To find out more about Bob you can visit his website at www.oasishouse.net."
John Dawson, the President of YWAM, will also be there and contributing in some capacity. It promises to be a significant weekend, and we're anticipating what God is going to do.
Registrations have been rolling in the last few days, so if you're interested in coming, log onto www.thop.co.nz and register soon; space is limited.
Next month, THOP will be hosting our first national conference, called Unrelenting. To give a bit of background on the conference, I'll quote one of the emails we've sent out:
"...We are coming into a very significant year and season, both in our nation and also in the nations of the earth. As many of you are aware, we in the Tauranga House of Prayer community have been laboring on a daily basis for the last three years in the place of prayer for a move of God to grip our nation....We felt that at the three year mark that the Lord was asking us to be more deliberate in calling young "Kiwis" to the place of prayer. We understood that this would only be possible if the generation that had gone before them would actively stand together with them as they take their place and destiny in the story of God concerning New Zealand. In light of this, we have decided to host a gathering March 26th-28th 2009 here in Tauranga. We are calling the event "Unrelenting", and in doing so we wanted to communicate to a generation of Kiwis and to the God of heaven and earth that nothing short of deliberate perpetual crying out will see our nation return. I am burdened by this; I awoke early on New Year's day and went out to the Mount to observe the "carnage" that a generation of our kids had left behind. I was devastated and grieved by what I saw. Littered on the streets and in cars were young people who had drunken fully and unapologetically, and to do so was normal and expected. This can no longer be the story of young Kiwis; something has to change. We don't propose to have all the answers, but we know God does; and the genesis for change has always begun in the place of prayer.
We have invited Bob Sorge to come and help us in this call. Bob is one of the clearest voices alive today on the earth. That voice has emerged from the place of deep wrestling with God. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Bob's story, he had his vocal chords severely damaged in a medical procedure 15 years ago that left him only to be able to speak for a hour or so a day in a faint whisper. During these last 15 years, a clear message has emerged from the crucible of wrestling. He has authored 13 books and is sought after internationally. Some of you would have read these writings and have been impacted by them. I had the privilege of traveling with Bob and we are so fortunate to have him come. He has impacted my life personally in a very deep way and I believe what he brings to our nation at this time will carry tremendous weight and prophetic relevance. To find out more about Bob you can visit his website at www.oasishouse.net."
John Dawson, the President of YWAM, will also be there and contributing in some capacity. It promises to be a significant weekend, and we're anticipating what God is going to do.
Registrations have been rolling in the last few days, so if you're interested in coming, log onto www.thop.co.nz and register soon; space is limited.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Back to Pre-School
For all you Northern Hemisphere-ites, the school year is just beginning here in the South Pacific. Monday was Taylor's first day back at pre-school after summer break, and she's done so well getting back into the routine! On Monday she told us it was the best day she's ever had at pre-school, because she's now one of the oldest kids there and she knows how the routine goes and everything that's supposed to happen! :-) I can tell she'll need to adjust again to having a full afternoon with no nap (she was in bed by 7 tonight!), but in a couple weeks I think she'll be fine. I'm just glad she's enjoying being back, and it's not a fight every day to bring her to pre-school!
For all you Northern Hemisphere-ites, the school year is just beginning here in the South Pacific. Monday was Taylor's first day back at pre-school after summer break, and she's done so well getting back into the routine! On Monday she told us it was the best day she's ever had at pre-school, because she's now one of the oldest kids there and she knows how the routine goes and everything that's supposed to happen! :-) I can tell she'll need to adjust again to having a full afternoon with no nap (she was in bed by 7 tonight!), but in a couple weeks I think she'll be fine. I'm just glad she's enjoying being back, and it's not a fight every day to bring her to pre-school!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Speaking of sovereignty...
Seeing as how it seems to be the time for recalling and telling the stories of the prophetic journey that has brought us thus far, I really should do the other story justice and tell the complete version of it. This one has sovereignty written all over it in such mind-blowing ways, some days I wonder how it's even possible that it happened. I always tell people, though, that the reason God gave us such a clear, obvious sign was not because we're "so special", but rather because He knows how weak my frame is, how prone I am to discouragement, and how big of a sign I would need to keep me going on the tough days.
The background info is that for a few weeks previous to this story, Aaron and I had been discussing the idea of moving to New Zealand. To be honest, I had greeted the prospect with little positivity, and being the *Godly*, *submissive* wife that I am, I was being a bit stubborn, and the topic had become cause for a bit of tension between us. On a Wednesday night, we talked and agreed that we wouldn't speak of the possibility of moving again, until God clearly spoke. Thursday morning dawned, and I went to my weekly mom's group, while Aaron took a friend (who was visiting from New Zealand at the time) to the mall so he could buy some jeans and various things for his family. Important point #1: Aaron hates the mall. Goes once a year if we're lucky. Doesn't go near the mall for anything, except the goodwill of his heart to help his Kiwi friend. So he and his friend are standing in the jeans department of Dillard's, and Aaron hears a voice call out to him, a voice with a Kiwi accent. The conversation goes something like this:
Man: "Aaron Walsh?"
Aaron: Yes?
Man: My name is so-and-so. I heard you speak at a conference one time, and it changed my life. I'm a pharmaceutical salesmen from Bethlehem, Tauranga. I'm on my way to Paris, France. I'm in Kansas City for 12 hours and needed some stuff from the mall, so I took a bus and a taxi to get here......young man, isn't it time you returned to the land (of NZ) to build the house of the Lord?
Aaron: speechless.
Important point #2: No one flies through Kansas City on their way from New Zealand to Paris. It's not a "hub city" of any airline. Absolutely ridiculous.
Important point #3: This mall is at least 45 minutes from the airport....and there is a mall just up the road from the airport. Why this man went all the way to Overland Park is beyond me.
And of course there's the obvious "impossibility" that this man would have "just happened" to be in the same department of the same store as Aaron and his friend at the exact same time. I mean, can we say, "Impossible"?! I think it's a profound statement of the obvious when I say that only God could have ordained that one; He was obviously speaking.
So Aaron came home that day an told me the story, and at that time in my heart, I said yes. Although I've admittedly kicked and screamed my share between then and now, something in my heart surrendered at that moment. I knew that God had spoken. And who can argue with that?!
And so on the days when I'm prone to argue, the Lord in His kindness reminds me of this story, and as Job I "put my hand to my mouth, put my mouth to the dust, and I bow down". And I say yes, all over again.
Seeing as how it seems to be the time for recalling and telling the stories of the prophetic journey that has brought us thus far, I really should do the other story justice and tell the complete version of it. This one has sovereignty written all over it in such mind-blowing ways, some days I wonder how it's even possible that it happened. I always tell people, though, that the reason God gave us such a clear, obvious sign was not because we're "so special", but rather because He knows how weak my frame is, how prone I am to discouragement, and how big of a sign I would need to keep me going on the tough days.
The background info is that for a few weeks previous to this story, Aaron and I had been discussing the idea of moving to New Zealand. To be honest, I had greeted the prospect with little positivity, and being the *Godly*, *submissive* wife that I am, I was being a bit stubborn, and the topic had become cause for a bit of tension between us. On a Wednesday night, we talked and agreed that we wouldn't speak of the possibility of moving again, until God clearly spoke. Thursday morning dawned, and I went to my weekly mom's group, while Aaron took a friend (who was visiting from New Zealand at the time) to the mall so he could buy some jeans and various things for his family. Important point #1: Aaron hates the mall. Goes once a year if we're lucky. Doesn't go near the mall for anything, except the goodwill of his heart to help his Kiwi friend. So he and his friend are standing in the jeans department of Dillard's, and Aaron hears a voice call out to him, a voice with a Kiwi accent. The conversation goes something like this:
Man: "Aaron Walsh?"
Aaron: Yes?
Man: My name is so-and-so. I heard you speak at a conference one time, and it changed my life. I'm a pharmaceutical salesmen from Bethlehem, Tauranga. I'm on my way to Paris, France. I'm in Kansas City for 12 hours and needed some stuff from the mall, so I took a bus and a taxi to get here......young man, isn't it time you returned to the land (of NZ) to build the house of the Lord?
Aaron: speechless.
Important point #2: No one flies through Kansas City on their way from New Zealand to Paris. It's not a "hub city" of any airline. Absolutely ridiculous.
Important point #3: This mall is at least 45 minutes from the airport....and there is a mall just up the road from the airport. Why this man went all the way to Overland Park is beyond me.
And of course there's the obvious "impossibility" that this man would have "just happened" to be in the same department of the same store as Aaron and his friend at the exact same time. I mean, can we say, "Impossible"?! I think it's a profound statement of the obvious when I say that only God could have ordained that one; He was obviously speaking.
So Aaron came home that day an told me the story, and at that time in my heart, I said yes. Although I've admittedly kicked and screamed my share between then and now, something in my heart surrendered at that moment. I knew that God had spoken. And who can argue with that?!
And so on the days when I'm prone to argue, the Lord in His kindness reminds me of this story, and as Job I "put my hand to my mouth, put my mouth to the dust, and I bow down". And I say yes, all over again.
Link
Per the request of one of my readers, I found the post in which I told the "sheep and snakes" story. If you have a minute, click on the link and have a read. It's a great story.
Per the request of one of my readers, I found the post in which I told the "sheep and snakes" story. If you have a minute, click on the link and have a read. It's a great story.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Remembering
Yesterday marked 3 years since we moved to New Zealand. As I think back to those first few days, weeks, and months here in our new home, I realize just how far I/we have come and how kind God has been to me/us. It sure hasn't been an easy road; it's had its ups and its downs, but we've made it this far, and it was worth it.
Certain circumstances in the last few days have caused me to recall my own personal journey and prophetic history that has brought me to the place where I am now. And whenever the Lord reminds me of my call to New Zealand, I find that it gives me fresh courage every single time. It doesn't matter how many times I've remembered or told the story of the sheep and the snakes and that "perfect" place that I "want to go to someday"; every single time I feel the sovereignty and perfect leadership of God over my life, and it makes my heart rest. (Long-time readers of this blog may remember that story. I'll gladly tell it again for those who have no idea what I'm talking about). Likewise, it doesn't matter how many times I've remembered or told the story of the pharmaceutical salesman from Bethlehem, Tauranga on his way to Paris, France who ran into Aaron in the middle of Oak Park Mall in Overland Park, KS and asked (yea, prophesied) if it was time for us to return to NZ to build the house of the Lord.....the day after Aaron and I talked about it and laid it before the Lord and asked Him to speak. Every single time I feel the sovereignty and perfect leadership of God over my life, and it makes my heart rest.
In fact, the real reason I love telling those stories isn't for the sake of communicating my history in God to whoever happens to be listening. It's because as I hear myself tell the story, I gain courage all over again to say yes to God and to say yes to our season here in New Zealand. It makes me fall in love with Him all over again, because I encounter yet again His kindness and goodness and His amazing care for us that He knows every detail and chooses to speak in the most profound ways. I realize yet again that He knows me, He knows my name and my future and He knows the best ways to speak to my heart that will not only get my attention, but also capture my affection. I realize yet again how good He is and how worthy He is of my trust.
And so here we are, on the brink of our 4th year in this land, and I carry with me every ounce of courage He has graciously given in every season leading up to this one. The road ahead may not be easy; it will have its ups and its downs, but I know we will make it, and it will be worth it.
Yesterday marked 3 years since we moved to New Zealand. As I think back to those first few days, weeks, and months here in our new home, I realize just how far I/we have come and how kind God has been to me/us. It sure hasn't been an easy road; it's had its ups and its downs, but we've made it this far, and it was worth it.
Certain circumstances in the last few days have caused me to recall my own personal journey and prophetic history that has brought me to the place where I am now. And whenever the Lord reminds me of my call to New Zealand, I find that it gives me fresh courage every single time. It doesn't matter how many times I've remembered or told the story of the sheep and the snakes and that "perfect" place that I "want to go to someday"; every single time I feel the sovereignty and perfect leadership of God over my life, and it makes my heart rest. (Long-time readers of this blog may remember that story. I'll gladly tell it again for those who have no idea what I'm talking about). Likewise, it doesn't matter how many times I've remembered or told the story of the pharmaceutical salesman from Bethlehem, Tauranga on his way to Paris, France who ran into Aaron in the middle of Oak Park Mall in Overland Park, KS and asked (yea, prophesied) if it was time for us to return to NZ to build the house of the Lord.....the day after Aaron and I talked about it and laid it before the Lord and asked Him to speak. Every single time I feel the sovereignty and perfect leadership of God over my life, and it makes my heart rest.
In fact, the real reason I love telling those stories isn't for the sake of communicating my history in God to whoever happens to be listening. It's because as I hear myself tell the story, I gain courage all over again to say yes to God and to say yes to our season here in New Zealand. It makes me fall in love with Him all over again, because I encounter yet again His kindness and goodness and His amazing care for us that He knows every detail and chooses to speak in the most profound ways. I realize yet again that He knows me, He knows my name and my future and He knows the best ways to speak to my heart that will not only get my attention, but also capture my affection. I realize yet again how good He is and how worthy He is of my trust.
And so here we are, on the brink of our 4th year in this land, and I carry with me every ounce of courage He has graciously given in every season leading up to this one. The road ahead may not be easy; it will have its ups and its downs, but I know we will make it, and it will be worth it.
Monday, January 26, 2009
To the beach
On a whim, the whole family decided to head to the beach for a couple hours yesterday. It was fun to go down and enjoy the sun and the sand and watch the 'surf life saving' competition. It's not very often that we go to the beach as a family, but we all enjoyed it. I suppose when you live this close to such a beautiful beach, it's a crime not to go, at least once a season.
Today Aaron and I were in a meeting literally all day; then I had an appointment with my midwife, and now Taylor is in bed and I get a bit of time to relax and prepare for our day tomorrow. Might be an early night, though ~ we're both feeling pretty tired at the end of a long day.
On a whim, the whole family decided to head to the beach for a couple hours yesterday. It was fun to go down and enjoy the sun and the sand and watch the 'surf life saving' competition. It's not very often that we go to the beach as a family, but we all enjoyed it. I suppose when you live this close to such a beautiful beach, it's a crime not to go, at least once a season.
Today Aaron and I were in a meeting literally all day; then I had an appointment with my midwife, and now Taylor is in bed and I get a bit of time to relax and prepare for our day tomorrow. Might be an early night, though ~ we're both feeling pretty tired at the end of a long day.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Enjoying the music
This weekend is the annual Mill's Reef Winery's "Stars Under the Stars" outdoor concert. Seeing as how the winery is just next door to our house, we get all the benefits of the musical festivities without the $35 price tag. So we ate dinner outside tonight, and have been enjoying the tunes ever since. It's one of the funnest weekends of summer, in my opinion. Nothin' like a little live music to create the festive, relaxed holiday mood that's indicative of New Zealand summer.
This weekend is the annual Mill's Reef Winery's "Stars Under the Stars" outdoor concert. Seeing as how the winery is just next door to our house, we get all the benefits of the musical festivities without the $35 price tag. So we ate dinner outside tonight, and have been enjoying the tunes ever since. It's one of the funnest weekends of summer, in my opinion. Nothin' like a little live music to create the festive, relaxed holiday mood that's indicative of New Zealand summer.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Lazy Sunday Afternoon
After coming home from church and eating lunch, it was rest time for Taylor ~ and nap time for Mommy! For some reason I was exhausted this afternoon, as was confirmed by my almost-two-hour-nap. Can't remember the last time I had a nap that long, but I suppose I must have needed it. Nevermind the fact that it's just past 10pm and I'm not too terribly tired yet. Hopefully the tiredness will strike soon and a good night of sleep will follow!
After coming home from church and eating lunch, it was rest time for Taylor ~ and nap time for Mommy! For some reason I was exhausted this afternoon, as was confirmed by my almost-two-hour-nap. Can't remember the last time I had a nap that long, but I suppose I must have needed it. Nevermind the fact that it's just past 10pm and I'm not too terribly tired yet. Hopefully the tiredness will strike soon and a good night of sleep will follow!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Breakfast by the beach
Last night Taylor spent the night with Aunt Nicky and Nana and Grandad, so this morning my hubby took me out to breakfast at a yummy cafe right on the main beach at the Mount. It was a beautiful morning ~ not a cloud in the sky and deep blue sea water. Two huge cruise ships had just arrived earlier in the morning, so there were lots of people out and about. It's been ages since I've been to the Mount/near the beach, and I was reminded again what a beautiful place we live in. It was nice to get out and actually enjoy it, seeing as how we live only 15 minutes from one of the most beautiful beaches in NZ!
Last night Taylor spent the night with Aunt Nicky and Nana and Grandad, so this morning my hubby took me out to breakfast at a yummy cafe right on the main beach at the Mount. It was a beautiful morning ~ not a cloud in the sky and deep blue sea water. Two huge cruise ships had just arrived earlier in the morning, so there were lots of people out and about. It's been ages since I've been to the Mount/near the beach, and I was reminded again what a beautiful place we live in. It was nice to get out and actually enjoy it, seeing as how we live only 15 minutes from one of the most beautiful beaches in NZ!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thinking....
Although I've felt pretty good today, I've had enough bad days this pregnancy that have got me thinking a lot recently about moms who are chronically ill. On the days that I feel pretty lousy, I can't help but to think of moms who have it way, way worse than a bit of passing fatigue or nausea.
Like, take for example, my friend Karli. I don't know Karli extremely well, but I know her well enough to know that she lives every single day in extreme chronic pain, yet at the same time she continually lays her life down as a wife and a mom of an almost 2-yr old boy. All with a remarkable attitude. Amazing.
Closer to home are thoughts of my own mom. Readers of this blog may or may not know that my mom fought breast cancer for 4 1/2 years when I was a child, and went to be with Jesus when she was 41. I was 9. Because I lived with her every day of my life until then, I saw and experienced firsthand the dedication and selflessness that characterized her short life. She homeschooled my brother and I (often from her bedside), cooked our family a homemade dinner every night, taught us to know and love Jesus, taught me how to cook and how to sew, went all-out for birthdays and holidays to create memories and traditions that would never be forgotten, and I could go on and on. Of course, as a child I never understood the amount of pain she lived in every day as she did all these things, but I began to understand more and more as I grew older. Now that I'm a mom myself, I begin to understand on a whole new level and appreciate all the more who she was and all she did for our family. She was truly a remarkable woman.
These women and the many like them are my heroes. Though they may not realize it, they have painted a picture with their lives of true meekness, humility, and servanthood for many to emulate. I have much to learn from these ones: how to serve even when it hurts. How to honor others' needs above my own. How to give in secret when no one is watching ~ or when no one realizes the extent of sacrifice required to give. I'm grateful for incredible comerades who provoke me to continue on in this journey called 'laying down your life'. Good thing there's lots of grace from Heaven to help along the way.
Although I've felt pretty good today, I've had enough bad days this pregnancy that have got me thinking a lot recently about moms who are chronically ill. On the days that I feel pretty lousy, I can't help but to think of moms who have it way, way worse than a bit of passing fatigue or nausea.
Like, take for example, my friend Karli. I don't know Karli extremely well, but I know her well enough to know that she lives every single day in extreme chronic pain, yet at the same time she continually lays her life down as a wife and a mom of an almost 2-yr old boy. All with a remarkable attitude. Amazing.
Closer to home are thoughts of my own mom. Readers of this blog may or may not know that my mom fought breast cancer for 4 1/2 years when I was a child, and went to be with Jesus when she was 41. I was 9. Because I lived with her every day of my life until then, I saw and experienced firsthand the dedication and selflessness that characterized her short life. She homeschooled my brother and I (often from her bedside), cooked our family a homemade dinner every night, taught us to know and love Jesus, taught me how to cook and how to sew, went all-out for birthdays and holidays to create memories and traditions that would never be forgotten, and I could go on and on. Of course, as a child I never understood the amount of pain she lived in every day as she did all these things, but I began to understand more and more as I grew older. Now that I'm a mom myself, I begin to understand on a whole new level and appreciate all the more who she was and all she did for our family. She was truly a remarkable woman.
These women and the many like them are my heroes. Though they may not realize it, they have painted a picture with their lives of true meekness, humility, and servanthood for many to emulate. I have much to learn from these ones: how to serve even when it hurts. How to honor others' needs above my own. How to give in secret when no one is watching ~ or when no one realizes the extent of sacrifice required to give. I'm grateful for incredible comerades who provoke me to continue on in this journey called 'laying down your life'. Good thing there's lots of grace from Heaven to help along the way.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Oh, happy day!!
I'm coming home!!
It's probably no secret that I've been missing home lately ~ a bit more than usual. Aaron and I have had a few conversations recently in which we both agreed it would be wonderful for me to have the opportunity to visit home for a short time before this baby is born. I didn't have a clue how it would be possible, but I carried the prayer and desire in my heart before the Lord. Just this week, on a pure whim, I checked out the Air New Zealand website, only to discover that they're having an amazing sale on now. To make a very long story short, the Lord intervened on many different fronts, each situation combining together, enabling both Taylor and I to currently be holding tickets home in April! It was totally the Lord how it all worked out. We'll do both Kansas City and Connecticut ~ and I am so very excited to be in both places. My heart longs to be at home in Connecticut as well as to connect with dear family and friends in KC. I am so grateful first of all to the Lord for hearing the cry of my heart and answering, secondly to my husband for his encouragement and willingness to send us off, and also to the precious ones who have made this whole trip possible. Oh, thank you!
Right now, I feel like the most loved young woman on the earth; it really is an amazing thing to know that Heaven has heard and delighted to answer the weak prayer of a weak heart. Oh, He loves me!
And for all you Kansas-Citians and Connecticut-ites, Taylor and I can't wait to see you in April!!
I'm coming home!!
It's probably no secret that I've been missing home lately ~ a bit more than usual. Aaron and I have had a few conversations recently in which we both agreed it would be wonderful for me to have the opportunity to visit home for a short time before this baby is born. I didn't have a clue how it would be possible, but I carried the prayer and desire in my heart before the Lord. Just this week, on a pure whim, I checked out the Air New Zealand website, only to discover that they're having an amazing sale on now. To make a very long story short, the Lord intervened on many different fronts, each situation combining together, enabling both Taylor and I to currently be holding tickets home in April! It was totally the Lord how it all worked out. We'll do both Kansas City and Connecticut ~ and I am so very excited to be in both places. My heart longs to be at home in Connecticut as well as to connect with dear family and friends in KC. I am so grateful first of all to the Lord for hearing the cry of my heart and answering, secondly to my husband for his encouragement and willingness to send us off, and also to the precious ones who have made this whole trip possible. Oh, thank you!
Right now, I feel like the most loved young woman on the earth; it really is an amazing thing to know that Heaven has heard and delighted to answer the weak prayer of a weak heart. Oh, He loves me!
And for all you Kansas-Citians and Connecticut-ites, Taylor and I can't wait to see you in April!!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
My latest revelation
Pregnancy is an expression of the fasted lifestyle. Like unto a 9 month fast. I had a deeply encouraging conversation today with one of my dearest friends from home. We were discussing the weakness that pregnancy produces: both the weakness of body as well as the weakness of emotions. She made an interesting comment ~ that hormones have the tendency to bring to the surface what is lying dormant within. Hmmm. Sounds alot to me like fasting. Quite a scary thought, seeing as how often that which comes to the surface is sin: grumpiness and attitudes and laziness and such. I thought that the hormones were an explanation for all that, but maybe in reality that's what's been inside all along, but hiding. Ouch.
But the (encouraging) flip side of the same concept is that sometimes that which comes to the surface are emotions which need to be realized; tears which need to be cried; prayers which need to be prayed, movements of the heart which need to be lifted to God. And were it not for a bit of pressure (i.e. hormones), those emotions and prayers and tears and movements of the heart would remain hidden, quiet, and un-spoken. And herein presents the opportunity for the genuine crying out to God for help out of the place of true weakness and brokenness. The Jeremiah 33:3, "Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know" sort of crying out to God, which very well may not happen if it weren't for a place of weakness to draw that cry out.
I had always thought that hormones had a way of distorting reality. Which sometimes I do think definitely happens. But perhaps this happens much less of the time than I originally thought. It takes wisdom and discernment to know when to ask the Lord to silence lies and reveal truth, and when to ask the Lord for grace to deal with the truth that has been revealed.
Pregnancy is an expression of the fasted lifestyle. Like unto a 9 month fast. I had a deeply encouraging conversation today with one of my dearest friends from home. We were discussing the weakness that pregnancy produces: both the weakness of body as well as the weakness of emotions. She made an interesting comment ~ that hormones have the tendency to bring to the surface what is lying dormant within. Hmmm. Sounds alot to me like fasting. Quite a scary thought, seeing as how often that which comes to the surface is sin: grumpiness and attitudes and laziness and such. I thought that the hormones were an explanation for all that, but maybe in reality that's what's been inside all along, but hiding. Ouch.
But the (encouraging) flip side of the same concept is that sometimes that which comes to the surface are emotions which need to be realized; tears which need to be cried; prayers which need to be prayed, movements of the heart which need to be lifted to God. And were it not for a bit of pressure (i.e. hormones), those emotions and prayers and tears and movements of the heart would remain hidden, quiet, and un-spoken. And herein presents the opportunity for the genuine crying out to God for help out of the place of true weakness and brokenness. The Jeremiah 33:3, "Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know" sort of crying out to God, which very well may not happen if it weren't for a place of weakness to draw that cry out.
I had always thought that hormones had a way of distorting reality. Which sometimes I do think definitely happens. But perhaps this happens much less of the time than I originally thought. It takes wisdom and discernment to know when to ask the Lord to silence lies and reveal truth, and when to ask the Lord for grace to deal with the truth that has been revealed.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Gone Swimming
Taylor has had her first swimming lessons this week ~ and she's done great! Her biggest accomplishment has probably been learning how to go under, but she's also practiced her kicking, jumping in (from sitting on the side ~ into her teacher's arms), and blowing lots of bubbles in the water. And thanks to our incredibly generous neighbors who have offered us the use of their pool, Taylor and I went swimming after her lesson. It was incredibly refreshing, and Taylor also got to practice a lot of what she's been learning this week. It was lots of fun for us both; nothin' like a good swim on a hot day.
Taylor has had her first swimming lessons this week ~ and she's done great! Her biggest accomplishment has probably been learning how to go under, but she's also practiced her kicking, jumping in (from sitting on the side ~ into her teacher's arms), and blowing lots of bubbles in the water. And thanks to our incredibly generous neighbors who have offered us the use of their pool, Taylor and I went swimming after her lesson. It was incredibly refreshing, and Taylor also got to practice a lot of what she's been learning this week. It was lots of fun for us both; nothin' like a good swim on a hot day.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Sea Breezes
It's a lovely night. The air is cool, the windows are open, and the most delicious sea breeze is blowing through. The smell of the sea air is so satisfying; it smells like we literally live across the street from the ocean.
That scent, combined with the fresh smell of my furniture polish (reminding me that my living room is sparkling clean), makes relaxing on the couch and reading Revelation the perfect end to the day.
For the first time in a long time, I am content. Granted, the only reason I have felt discontent recently (as in, the last 3 months) is due solely to the surge of hormones in my body which have wreaked havoc on my emotions and my perceptions and caused me to feel quite moody/unstable/overwhelmed/emotional/fill in the blank. So tonight I am enjoying for the first time in a long time what seems to be the re-appearing of myself again. And I sure hope that the "me" that I know chooses to hang around for a good while now. Pregnancy sure is a strange thing. Although I haven't been as sick this time as I was with Taylor, this has definitely been a harder pregnancy so far. I'm hoping that days like these will become more the norm as I get farther into the supposedly-glorious 2nd trimester.
I could go on and on. But I'll spare you from reading and spare myself from writing more, and I'll now get back to Revelation. It's much more profitable reading than my own writing is.
It's a lovely night. The air is cool, the windows are open, and the most delicious sea breeze is blowing through. The smell of the sea air is so satisfying; it smells like we literally live across the street from the ocean.
That scent, combined with the fresh smell of my furniture polish (reminding me that my living room is sparkling clean), makes relaxing on the couch and reading Revelation the perfect end to the day.
For the first time in a long time, I am content. Granted, the only reason I have felt discontent recently (as in, the last 3 months) is due solely to the surge of hormones in my body which have wreaked havoc on my emotions and my perceptions and caused me to feel quite moody/unstable/overwhelmed/emotional/fill in the blank. So tonight I am enjoying for the first time in a long time what seems to be the re-appearing of myself again. And I sure hope that the "me" that I know chooses to hang around for a good while now. Pregnancy sure is a strange thing. Although I haven't been as sick this time as I was with Taylor, this has definitely been a harder pregnancy so far. I'm hoping that days like these will become more the norm as I get farther into the supposedly-glorious 2nd trimester.
I could go on and on. But I'll spare you from reading and spare myself from writing more, and I'll now get back to Revelation. It's much more profitable reading than my own writing is.
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