isnaini_blogtemplate53_00 Broken Spirit: September 2006

Monday, September 25, 2006

Changes

Well people, the hair had to go. It was getting a tad too long:

long hair

It was halfway down my back and getting pretty annoying.
Here is what it looks like now:

The new 'do

Thanks, Dayne!

I have also begun to 'reluctantly' embrace autumn. I have not been ready for summer to end: I'm still ready to go swimming and attend cookouts and continue working on my tan. The changing of seasons often depresses me. I enjoy autumn, it just seems as if summer flew by too quickly, and I'm still searching for it, not quite ready to let go.
However, with the recent chilly mornings and the changing colors of foliage around town, I've been forced out of my denial of summer's end.
I bought some pretty baskets of mums to set on my front porch,

mums

mums

made a fall wreath to hang on the front door,


fall wreath

and hung a berry garland around the door frame:

fall garland

I also set out this little treasure I found at a yard sale a couple of weeks ago:

garage sale find

Next on the list: hunting down Halloween costumes for the kids. I better get on that before Christmas sneaks up on me!



Monday, September 18, 2006

Amusing Conversation

Last week, Chloe's friend Addy came over to announce that her pet mouse had just had babies. She invited Chloe to go across the street and look at them. Addy informed Chloe that she could look at the babies, but she couldn't touch them because they weren't "winged" yet.
When they came back, Chloe was excitedly telling me all about the new babies, and before I could blink, she was asking me, "Mommy, how do the babies get out of the mommy mouse's belly?" I was caught completely off guard, wracking my brain for an answer. This was the first time Chloe has ever asked me the question before; Paige asked me the "where do babies come from" question a few years ago, which I guess is only natural since she's seen me through three of my pregnancies. I didn't go into a lot of detail with Paige, but my answer seems to have satisfied her for the time being. I suppose I should have been expecting it from Chloe sooner or later, especially after just having visited the new mouse babies, but honestly it never crossed my mind. You'd think I would be prepared for such things by now.
Anyway, before I could say anything, Addy piped in with her bitingly honest 6-year-old reply, " I know how they get out--they come out through the mommy's 'pee-pee' !"
She exclaimed this triumphantly while pointing at her own 'pee-pee'. Chloe wrinkled up her nose, turned to me, and said,
"Is that why they come out all red?"
I laughed so hard I thought I would burst.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Father's Love Letter

I was given this letter just yesterday, and I have to say, I've never read anything so beautiful. I know it's been around for awhile, but I thought I'd share it with you. I highly recommend that you check out the website and watch the videos, especially the narrated version.

www.FathersLoveLetter.com

Father's Love Letter...The Cry of a Father's Heart from Genesis to Revelation

My Child,

You may not know me, but I know everything about you...Psalm 139:1 I know when you sit down and when you rise up...Psalm 139:2 I am familiar with all your ways...Psalm 139:3 Even the very hairs on your head are numbered...Matthew 10:29-31 For you were made in my image...Genesis 1:27 In me you live and move and have your being...Acts 17:28 For you are my offspring...Acts 17:28 I knew you even before you were conceived...Jeremiah 1: 4-5 I chose you when I planned creation ...Ephesians 1: 11-12 You were not a mistake...Psalm 139: 15-16 For all your days are written in my book...Psalm 139: 15-16 I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live...Acts 17:26 You are fearfully and wonderfully made... Psalm 139: 14 I knit you together in your mother's womb...Psalm 139: 13 And brought you forth on the day you were born...Psalm 71:6 I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me...John 8:41-44 I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love...1 John 4:16 And it is My desire to lavish my love on you...1 John 3:1 Simply because you are My child and I am your Father...1 John 3:1 I offer you more than your earthly father ever could...Matthew 7:11 For I am the perfect Father...Matthew 5:48 Every good gift that you receive comes from My hand...James 1:17 For I am your provider and I meet all your needs...Matthew 6: 31-33 My plan for your future has always been filled with hope...Jeremiah 29:11 Because I love you with an everlasting love...Jeremiah 31:3 My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore...Psalm 139: 17-18 And I rejoice over you with singing...Zephaniah 3:17 I will never stop doing good to you...Jeremiah 32:40 For you are My treasured possession...Exodus 19:5 I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul...Jeremiah 32:41 And I want to show you great and marvelous things...Jeremiah 33:3 If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me...Deuteronomy 4:29 Delight in Me and I will give you the desires of your heart...Psalm 37:4 For it is I who gave you those desires...Philippians 2:13 I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine...Ephesians 3:20 For I am your greatest encourager...2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles...2 Corinthians 1:3-4 When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you...Psalm 34:18 As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to My heart...Isaiah 40:11 One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes...Revelation 21:3-4 And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth...Revelation 21:4 I am your Father and I love you even as I love My son, Jesus...John 17:23 For in Jesus My love for you is revealed...John 17:26 He is the exact representation of my being...Hebrews 1:3 And He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you...Romans 8:31 And to tell you that I am not counting your sins...2 Corinthians 5:18-19 Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled...2 Corinthians 5:18-19 His death was the ultimate expression of My love for you...1 John 4:10 I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love...Romans 8:32 If you receive the gift of My son Jesus, you receive Me...1 John 2:23 And nothing will ever separate you from My love again...Romans 8:38-39 Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen...Luke 15:7 I have always been Father and I will always be Father...Ephesians 3:14-15 My question is...Will you be My child?...John 1:12-13 I am waiting for you...Luke 15:11-32

...Love, Your Dad
Almighty God

Father Heart Communications
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Friday, September 08, 2006

Death of Doughboy

Received in email:


Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, The California Raisins, Betty Crocker, The Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. His wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, survives doughboy plus they had one in the oven. His elderly father, Pop Tart, also survives him. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes. If these made you smile, for even a brief second, please rise to the Occasion and take the time to share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads it.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Prayers of a Godly Woman-Day 9

By Jim Gallery

Help Me, Lord To Pursue Gentleness

"Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle, gracious kind that God delights in."
1 Peter 3:4 The Message

This country was founded on rugged individualism. Most of us have been taught that ambition, perseverance, and hard work are important components of the American way, and, of course, they are. Successful women also understand the need of assertiveness and drive.

Yet, in a world that glorifies ambition, the Bible teaches that gentleness is a fruit of the spirit; thus, the godly woman will exhibit the virtue of gentleness in word and deed. On the surface, ambition and gentleness may seem to be mutually exclusive, but they aren't. Gentleness is strength under control.

The Bible gives examples of godly women who were successful in worldly endeavors. Deborah was a prophetess and judge used by God to deliver the children of Israel from oppression. (Judges 4, 5) Lydia was a businesswoman chosen by Paul to begin a church in Philippi. (Acts 16) Esther courageously confronted her king to save her people. (Esther 5:1)

A gentle spirit is the hallmark of Christian maturity. Peter challenges the godly woman to cultivate gentleness because God delights in it. So should we.

You cannot cooperate with Jesus in becoming what He wants you to become and simultaneously be what the world desires to make you. If you would say, "Take the world but give me Jesus," then you must deny yourself and take up your cross. The simple truth is that your "self" must be put to death in order for you to get to the point where for you to live is Christ. What will it be? The world and you, or Jesus and you? You do have a choice to make.
Kay Arthur

In everything, therefore, treat people the same way you want to them to treat you, for this is the Law and the Prophets.
Matthew 7:12 NASB

Today's Prayer
Lord, please give me the strength to do my best for You. May I give all of my heart and soul to loving You and doing Your work. And may those around me see gentleness in my words and deeds as I live for You today and every day.
Amen

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Prayers of a Godly Woman-Day 8

By Jim Gallery

Help me, Lord To Be Secure in Your Faithfulness

"Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness."
Lamentations 3:22, 23

I am thankful for absolutes. In a world afloat in a sea of relativism, we need anchors. One of those anchors is the constancy of God's faithfulness. He never changes.

Godly women understand that the Lord's immutable laws are not open for debate. Godly women seek God's will and they study God's Word. Godly women understand that people change, circumstances change, but God does not.

There is great comfort in the knowledge that our Savior stands firm in a world filled with change. Paul writes to the Hebrews that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. (Hebrews 13:8) When the shifting sands of life throw us off balance, when friends disappoint us and circumstances confound us, God remains faithful, loving, unchanging, and, above all, present. Even before we reach out our hands to Him, He is there.

Not a star, not a planet, not a meteorite or a quasar, no, not even a black hole is missing. God made them. He knows their names, knows exactly where they belong. Can He not keep track of us?
Elisabeth Elliot

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark, never failing...
Martin Luther

Nothing happens by happenstance. I am not in the hands of fate, nor am I the victim of man's whims or the devil's ploys. There is One who sits above man, above Satan, and above all heavenly hosts as the ultimate authority of all the universe. That One is my God and my Father!
Kay Arthur

Today's Prayer
Lord, I praise You for Your faithfulness to me. I know that today and every day I can depend upon the constancy of Your love. Help me to be faithful in my love for You as You have been faithful to me. Hold me always in the palm of Your hand, and keep me ever-thankful for Your unending grace and for the gift of Your Son.
Amen

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Prayers of a Godly Woman-Day 7

By Jim Gallery

Help me, Lord To Not Tire of Doing Good

"And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work."
2 Corinthians 9:8

John Wesley said it well:

Do all the good you can.
By all the means you can.
In all the ways you can.
In all the places you can.
At all the times you can.
To all the people you can.
As long as ever you can.

Grand expressions of generosity are wonderful, but I believe the small acts of goodness we do each day impact the world in a much greater way. One person at a time, one day at a time, one life at a time, we can bring kindness to those around us. And when we finish our day's work, God will say, "Well done, good and faithful servant!" ( Matthew 25:21)

So let's not allow ourselves to get fatigued doing good. At the right time we will harvest a good crop if we don't give up, or quit. Right now, therefore, every time we get the chance, let us work for the benefit of all, starting with the people closest to us in the community of faith.
Galatians 6:9, 10

Let us not cease to do the utmost, that we may incessantly go forward in the way of the Lord; and let us not despair of the smallness of our accomplishments.
John Calvin

Be ye therefore merciful, as your Father also is merciful.
Luke 6:36

Today's Prayer
Lord, help me not only to dwell on that which is good, but also to do that which is good. Show me the countless opportunities that come my way each day to share Your goodness and loving-kindness. May I never grow weary of doing good and may I always give You the glory.
Amen

Friday, September 01, 2006

Buck is 2!

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Buck is 2!!

Happy birthday, Buck!

Two years ago on this day, my little Buckaroo came into the world at 11:06 am weighing 9 lbs, 2oz, and measuring 21 inches long.
He informed me of his impending arrival earlier that morning at about 3:00 am with some mild contractions. I got out of bed and decided to walk around a little. I'd heard that walking around can alleviate the discomfort of false labor. Not so in my case-- this was the real thing. My contractions steadily increased in pain and frequency, so I did what any woman would do in my situation; I began to vacuum the floors and wash some dishes.
While at the kitchen sink, I experienced a horrible contraction, the likes of which I'd never had before. I felt as if my entire body was in the grip of a giant hand, squeezing me relentlessly so that I was paralyzed for several minutes. When I was finally able to move again, I waddled to the bedroom to wake Dewey up. I then called my doctor, who told me to go ahead and go to the hospital, and my sister, who came and watched the girls for us.
Shortly after 5:00 am, we arrived at the hospital to find the main entrance doors locked.
Locked.
You would think that a hospital would be the type of place that would never close, never lock it's doors. To my misery, we had to walk all the way around to the back of the hospital and enter through the emergency room doors.
As soon as I was admitted to a delivery room and situated, a nurse came in and checked to see how much I had dilated. To my utter shock, I was already 6 centimeters. Everything seemed to happen at warp speed from that point on. I received an epidural, began having harder and faster contractions, and was checked by my OBGYN, who informed me that I seemed to have halted at 8 cm during my dilation process. He said that the baby had to come out now because he was in distress; if I couldn't push him out with only 8 cm of room to work with, he'd have to prep me immediately for a c-section. As I am terrified at the prospect of being cut open, I was determined to push the baby out with everything I had in me.
My efforts paid off; about a half hour later, Buck made his debut.
I knew almost immediately that something wasn't right.
A few more nurses and a pediatrician rushed into my room and hovered over the bassinet where our boy lay. He was barely making a sound; my doctor told me that Buck had swallowed some amniotic fluid while he was coming down the birth canal, and it had gone into his lungs. The pediatrician and nurses worked over him frantically, holding an oxygen mask over his tiny face while attempting to make him cough up as much of the fluid as he could. They only let me hold him against my chest for a brief moment before they rushed him to the nursery where he was placed under an oxygen tent. His appearance disturbed me; his lips were blue, and his eyes were wide open as he looked around, as if in shock at his new surroundings. I kissed him on his cheek and whispered in his ear that I loved him, and that I knew he was a fighter and would be O.K. Inside, I wasn't so sure.
Later, in the recovery room, Dewey and I were so scared we held each other and cried. I prayed for God to help our baby breathe and to protect him from pneumonia. Dewey went down to the nursery what seemed like every 5 minutes to check on Buck, then he'd come back and pace around the room, only to go running back to the nursery again. I've never been so scared in all my life, and I know that Dewey felt the same. At that time, I was experiencing a strange mixture of emotions: elation at the arrival of my baby, exhaustion, fear and concern about Buck's health and safety, and an underlying peace that could have only come from God. On the surface, worry pervaded my mind until I almost went crazy, but underneath, I somehow knew that everything was going to be O.K. I knew that God would protect my baby and keep him healthy.
Later in the evening, after what seemed like an agonizing eternity, a nurse finally brought our precious baby to us, bundled in his blankets, lying peacefully in his bassinet. She assured us that he was going to be fine, that he might still have a small amount of fluid in his lungs but he would eventually cough it up. They had no concerns about infection. I was so thankful, relief washed over me as I thanked God for answering my prayers.
Buck has since grown into a wild, energetic toddler who always keeps us on our toes. His energy seems boundless; some days I feel as if I may collapse from exhaustion trying to keep up with him, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm just so thankful that he came out of his crisis healthy and vibrant, with no complications.
I love my little man so much and I'm so glad he came into our lives. Even on the days when he drives me crazy, I count him as one of my many blessings, one of the many areas in my life where I have truly encountered the healing hands of God.
Happy birthday, Buckaroo! I love you more than I can say.