So I woke up this morning and prayed for God to give me the right words to say today, to touch someone here on my blog. This following post will probably not be those words :)
This is my stream of consciousness. I woke up at ten this morning to take my very best friend into town to look into registering for school. We grabbed lunch and ran to our local Bible book store (and I'm shocked to say, they did NOT have the Bloom book) and headed home. I came home and Eric was sitting upright on the couch, but barely conscious. I checked his sugar, and it was fine, as was his BP. I'm not sure what's going on with hm, so I sent him back to bed. I've since been working on cleaning and laundry. I went through Dylan's clothes to get rid of everything too small for him. I cleaned the kitchen (including the dishes, go me) and I'm on perhaps my 5th load of laundry. Plus the three that were already washed. I've not yet started putting anything away. I'm going through it all and getting rid of things that just plain need to go.
Right now I'm giving myself a ten minute computer break before I lose my mind :)
I've also posted my Bible verses around my house and Ali has taken to running around the house and just reading them and I LOVE that.
Eric just got up ( he seems okay) and is going to cook dinner (which saves me from having to do it). Ali and I are going to fold laundry (bc she thinks helping me will get her out of cleaning her room) and then I'm going to take a really long hot shower at the end of the day.
Oh, and Dylan is supposed to be cleaning the living room, but I think his dangly bits prevent him from doing anything that resembles cleaning (oh come on you know it was funny).
So. Just so you know, Duggar down Under, I am culling for you :) You're right we have WAY too many clothes, and I'm going to take everything to the consignment shops run by the local domestic violence shelters because I'm a slacker and didn't get anything put together to take to the actual shelters this month. (That reminds me I need to take a box to the church for people to put stuff in to donate). Hmm. Stace is looking for a job, so be praying about that, as her job will be eliminated in June (I think).
Eric is, as I previously mentioned, not well physically. You're continued prayers about that are greatly appreciated. I'm not manic at all, if can't tell *grin*. Kay now I'm gonna edit my sweet shot, real quick, and go back to getting stuff done before American Idol comes on (not that I'm really attached to it, Adam pretty much ruined it for everyone. Just sayin) Okay, shutting up, really :)
I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.
I'm here to use my voice. So many people can't. In a world of darkness, I just want to help God's light to shine through. I pray that my words are His, and my love is His, as well. This is my journey through the darkness. To start are the beginning of the story, click here.