Time that is!
I can't believe it's been more than a week since I have blogged! Life has been busy. The classes the kids take, I have been assisting in teaching and grading at those classes, and we all have also been volunteering at the local food pantry- those activities have taken up more time lately. Homework, plus the school work they already have to do require more time. Then, there's chores to be completed. Man, it never gets done does it?
I hope all is well with those of you who visit my blog. God has blessed our family even though we have had some trials in our life.
Caleb's leg continues to heal slowly but it was a rather deep wound so I expect it to take a while. He has missed his very first soccer game ever in his soccer 'career.' In 9 seasons, he has NEVER missed a game. He has missed practice but not a game. He missed Monday's game and he will miss tomorrow's game. Sorry he has to miss but there is no way he can play at this point! His leg needs more time to heal.
The rest of the family is normal. Nothing new. I guess that's why I haven't blogged. Not much to say.
I'll leave you with this quote:
'God forbid that I should boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.' Galatians 6:14
Have a very blessed day!
OH, before I go, I would like to say that if you or anyone you know needs prayer will you please let me know? Our family and our church would be glad to spend time with the Lord on their behalf.
God Speed!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Get That Out Of The Yard Please!
Well, it has been 24 hours. This time last night we were just getting home from the ER. Let me back up a little a give you the low-down!
It was 7 pm, Sunday evening. We had just opened the windows to let in the cool air. I was sitting at the computer checking my email and friends on facebook. Erin went for a driver's lesson in the jeep with her father. Caleb was playing in the yard with a neighborhood friend. All was peaceful. My, how fast things can change.
I heard Caleb scream, "Mom, come here! Hurry! Quick!" I ran out the door but Caleb didn't like how fast I was going, and insisted I go faster. When I got to him I couldn't believe what I saw. I asked what happened. Caleb tripped over a horseshoe stake that was poking out of the ground. There was a gaping hole about 2 inches deep, 1 inch wide, and 2 inches long. WHAT! I ran back into the house to call David and get some bandages to cover the wound. When I tried to call David, his phone rang on the coffee table. I couldn't believe it! I tried to call my neighbor across the street to see if she would drive the neighborhood to see if she could find them. No answer. OK, I was frantic already. This did not help my nerves. Finally, she called me back. Just at that moment, at the end of the driveway, there they were. I frantically waved like a lunatic for them to come home. Erin, still learning how to drive, slowly maneuvered her way back to the house. I motioned for them to STOP. David hopped out of the passenger side of the Jeep and I explained to him that Caleb took a chunk out of his leg because he tripped over a horseshoe stake. There was no way around it. We would be taking another trip to the hospital for stitches.
Two years ago, Caleb tripped over something else and cut his shin open. That one required 6 stitches. From the looks of this wound, my 'worse-case scenario,' 'pessimistic' mind just knew that they were gonna have to remove skin from another part of his body to fill in the hole that the pole made in his leg. Luckily, the stake did not go that deep or go all the way through the leg.
We decided to go to the same small town medical center that stitched Caleb up before. Some people may not like those small town hospitals but that first time we went, we were in, stitched up, and out in UNDER an hour. UNcalled for with your bigger hospitals.
They would only let one parent back there at a time, so Erin and I waited in the waiting room, which did not settle my nerves any more. At one point during our wait, Erin told me to quit staring at the clock because I was going to break it! I paced back and forth, waiting to hear something. I used my cell phone and called some family members and friends until my phone went dead. Then, I heard screaming! I knew that scream. My little man! They were injecting him with Lidacaine, the numbing medicine. He did that last time. A few minutes later, my hubby came to give me an update. He came out so I could go back to see my little man. When I got back there, Caleb was calm. He told me he made sure everyone in the hospital knew he was hurting. LOL. I looked at the place where he was hurt. Left leg, about 2 inches to the upper left of the knee, right before the 'meaty' part of your thigh. When Caleb was laying in the yard, crying because this injury might prevent us from being able to enjoy some of those 'extra' activities, I had no idea how they were going to be able to pull the skin together to even stitch him up. During his tearful rant of not wanting to go because he didn't want us to spend the money, we had to tell him to not worry about those things and let's worry about getting you better.
Back to the leg. When I went back to see him, mind you they had already injected him with the numbing meds, I looked at it and thought, "WOW!" Where did that extra "skin" come from? The 'meat' under the skin was gone at the house. I remember picking skin off of the other leg. I was disgusted from picking it up. I almost couldn't believe what I was doing or what I was seeing. Will he be able to move his leg? Will he be able to play sports? Again, the worse-case scenarios going through my head.
The doctor came back to the room, so I left to go get David. At least there were no more screams. When what seemed like forever, but wasn't, here they came. Caleb walking on his own was a great sight to see. He was walking like a pirate and insisted I buy him a patch and hook! Not on your life! At least he didn't lose his sense of humor. He walked out of there with only 5 stitches. 5. I do not have a clue how except to say that God gave our bodies the ability to repair itself when we encounter a traumatic experience. I am not going to say it was a miracle, because I think a miracle is something where no one can explain it in ANY way. But, I know that God blessed our family that day. He kept Caleb safe and prevented it from being worse that it could have been. I thank God for protecting our family!
I remember sitting in the waiting room at 7:30 p.m. while his father, my husband, our pastor and spiritual leader, prayed for our son and our family. At 9:20, we were driving home. Unless it is a catastrophe, I will not go to any big hospital. Caleb has received excellent, quick service with friendly nurses and staff. There is no reason to go anywhere else!
Needless to say, the horseshoe stake is no longer in the yard and we are still praying that Caleb will heal quickly and properly!
It was 7 pm, Sunday evening. We had just opened the windows to let in the cool air. I was sitting at the computer checking my email and friends on facebook. Erin went for a driver's lesson in the jeep with her father. Caleb was playing in the yard with a neighborhood friend. All was peaceful. My, how fast things can change.
I heard Caleb scream, "Mom, come here! Hurry! Quick!" I ran out the door but Caleb didn't like how fast I was going, and insisted I go faster. When I got to him I couldn't believe what I saw. I asked what happened. Caleb tripped over a horseshoe stake that was poking out of the ground. There was a gaping hole about 2 inches deep, 1 inch wide, and 2 inches long. WHAT! I ran back into the house to call David and get some bandages to cover the wound. When I tried to call David, his phone rang on the coffee table. I couldn't believe it! I tried to call my neighbor across the street to see if she would drive the neighborhood to see if she could find them. No answer. OK, I was frantic already. This did not help my nerves. Finally, she called me back. Just at that moment, at the end of the driveway, there they were. I frantically waved like a lunatic for them to come home. Erin, still learning how to drive, slowly maneuvered her way back to the house. I motioned for them to STOP. David hopped out of the passenger side of the Jeep and I explained to him that Caleb took a chunk out of his leg because he tripped over a horseshoe stake. There was no way around it. We would be taking another trip to the hospital for stitches.
Two years ago, Caleb tripped over something else and cut his shin open. That one required 6 stitches. From the looks of this wound, my 'worse-case scenario,' 'pessimistic' mind just knew that they were gonna have to remove skin from another part of his body to fill in the hole that the pole made in his leg. Luckily, the stake did not go that deep or go all the way through the leg.
We decided to go to the same small town medical center that stitched Caleb up before. Some people may not like those small town hospitals but that first time we went, we were in, stitched up, and out in UNDER an hour. UNcalled for with your bigger hospitals.
They would only let one parent back there at a time, so Erin and I waited in the waiting room, which did not settle my nerves any more. At one point during our wait, Erin told me to quit staring at the clock because I was going to break it! I paced back and forth, waiting to hear something. I used my cell phone and called some family members and friends until my phone went dead. Then, I heard screaming! I knew that scream. My little man! They were injecting him with Lidacaine, the numbing medicine. He did that last time. A few minutes later, my hubby came to give me an update. He came out so I could go back to see my little man. When I got back there, Caleb was calm. He told me he made sure everyone in the hospital knew he was hurting. LOL. I looked at the place where he was hurt. Left leg, about 2 inches to the upper left of the knee, right before the 'meaty' part of your thigh. When Caleb was laying in the yard, crying because this injury might prevent us from being able to enjoy some of those 'extra' activities, I had no idea how they were going to be able to pull the skin together to even stitch him up. During his tearful rant of not wanting to go because he didn't want us to spend the money, we had to tell him to not worry about those things and let's worry about getting you better.
Back to the leg. When I went back to see him, mind you they had already injected him with the numbing meds, I looked at it and thought, "WOW!" Where did that extra "skin" come from? The 'meat' under the skin was gone at the house. I remember picking skin off of the other leg. I was disgusted from picking it up. I almost couldn't believe what I was doing or what I was seeing. Will he be able to move his leg? Will he be able to play sports? Again, the worse-case scenarios going through my head.
The doctor came back to the room, so I left to go get David. At least there were no more screams. When what seemed like forever, but wasn't, here they came. Caleb walking on his own was a great sight to see. He was walking like a pirate and insisted I buy him a patch and hook! Not on your life! At least he didn't lose his sense of humor. He walked out of there with only 5 stitches. 5. I do not have a clue how except to say that God gave our bodies the ability to repair itself when we encounter a traumatic experience. I am not going to say it was a miracle, because I think a miracle is something where no one can explain it in ANY way. But, I know that God blessed our family that day. He kept Caleb safe and prevented it from being worse that it could have been. I thank God for protecting our family!
I remember sitting in the waiting room at 7:30 p.m. while his father, my husband, our pastor and spiritual leader, prayed for our son and our family. At 9:20, we were driving home. Unless it is a catastrophe, I will not go to any big hospital. Caleb has received excellent, quick service with friendly nurses and staff. There is no reason to go anywhere else!
Needless to say, the horseshoe stake is no longer in the yard and we are still praying that Caleb will heal quickly and properly!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Quiet, Please!
Listen to what is around you. Is the TV on? The radio? Are you outside? Are the birds singing? Is the wind blowing? If you are inside, is the refrigerator humming? Just the "noise" of our everyday appliances can be drown out. Take for instance, we have a bird. I have almost gotten to the point to where I no longer hear her twirping.
Even Elijah, while up in the cave of the mountain in 1 Kings, wasn't able to hear the voice of God through the winds, the earthquake, or the fire. The Lord was not in the wind, the earthquake, or the fire. But in 1 Kings 19, verse 12, we see that "the Lord was not in the fire, but after the fire a still, small voice."
Do you hear His voice? Are you even listening to it? We hear so many other "things" in our lifetime. We should make the voice of God and His word priority over those other "things" that get in the way.
Even Elijah, while up in the cave of the mountain in 1 Kings, wasn't able to hear the voice of God through the winds, the earthquake, or the fire. The Lord was not in the wind, the earthquake, or the fire. But in 1 Kings 19, verse 12, we see that "the Lord was not in the fire, but after the fire a still, small voice."
Do you hear His voice? Are you even listening to it? We hear so many other "things" in our lifetime. We should make the voice of God and His word priority over those other "things" that get in the way.
God Clearly Answered
Well, the position of Director at the local Food Pantry is not for me. I am glad to clearly have that answered. It is not in God's timing. Maybe at a later date He will lead me to that position but in the meantime, I will serve where He commands and where the food pantry needs me!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Prayerfully Considering
I went to a meeting yesterday at the Olive Branch Food Pantry. It is a local food pantry ministry that serves the community. I have been volunteering at the pantry since January, weekly, and they have had monthly meetings. This is the first one I have attended. I found out that the director of this ministry is wanting to step down. Is this why I went to the meeting? Is God telling me something?
I have gone to the food pantry every Monday afternoon to organize the meat/food in the freezers and refrigerators. Yeah, there has been an ocassional Monday when we either didn't get food or I wasn't needed but generally, it has been every Monday. It is a service that I have come to love doing.
Back in the early winter of '09, David had the brilliant idea that we find a way to serve in the community. It's so great that he was finding something that our church could do and his job prevents him from being able to serve. We have had others from our homeschool community as well as our church help but lives get busy and it's been the children and I who have continued in this. I guess, without knowing, I have a heart for this. God led us to the pantry and I believe there is a reason. Is this it?
Have you ever done something then prayed for God's blessing on it? I have. Many times. I do something and then think, "I hope this works out!" I do NOT want to do that this time. They/we were supposed to vote at this meeting on new executive board members, which I did not know before attending. No one else wants/wanted the director position. I have told David, in private conversation, that I could do it but since we had not formally and truly discussed me taking a position like this I was not about to say anything. I wanted to prayerfully consider it along with discussing it with my husband. I spoke with the director immediately after the meeting and told her I wasn't promising anything as I would need to speak to my husband on the matter, but I would talk to him about me taking the director position. Her eyes lit up and she told me she thought I would make a great director.
This is serious. I am serious. Just because I can do the job doesn't mean it's within God's will for me to do it. I want to do God's will. Is this too much for me? Is this too much for our family? What responsibilities or duties does it entail? David and I will meet with the current director and the Food Pantry administrator and discuss these. Once we get more information, then we will continue to prayerfully consider God's will in the matter!
I would covet your prayers in this matter as well. Help me to clearly see if God would want me to step up into this very important role. Give me wisdom, courage, and strength. Mostly wisdom. I pray for wisdom in all aspects of my life.
Thanks for reading. Sometimes I think I am the only one reading this.
I have gone to the food pantry every Monday afternoon to organize the meat/food in the freezers and refrigerators. Yeah, there has been an ocassional Monday when we either didn't get food or I wasn't needed but generally, it has been every Monday. It is a service that I have come to love doing.
Back in the early winter of '09, David had the brilliant idea that we find a way to serve in the community. It's so great that he was finding something that our church could do and his job prevents him from being able to serve. We have had others from our homeschool community as well as our church help but lives get busy and it's been the children and I who have continued in this. I guess, without knowing, I have a heart for this. God led us to the pantry and I believe there is a reason. Is this it?
Have you ever done something then prayed for God's blessing on it? I have. Many times. I do something and then think, "I hope this works out!" I do NOT want to do that this time. They/we were supposed to vote at this meeting on new executive board members, which I did not know before attending. No one else wants/wanted the director position. I have told David, in private conversation, that I could do it but since we had not formally and truly discussed me taking a position like this I was not about to say anything. I wanted to prayerfully consider it along with discussing it with my husband. I spoke with the director immediately after the meeting and told her I wasn't promising anything as I would need to speak to my husband on the matter, but I would talk to him about me taking the director position. Her eyes lit up and she told me she thought I would make a great director.
This is serious. I am serious. Just because I can do the job doesn't mean it's within God's will for me to do it. I want to do God's will. Is this too much for me? Is this too much for our family? What responsibilities or duties does it entail? David and I will meet with the current director and the Food Pantry administrator and discuss these. Once we get more information, then we will continue to prayerfully consider God's will in the matter!
I would covet your prayers in this matter as well. Help me to clearly see if God would want me to step up into this very important role. Give me wisdom, courage, and strength. Mostly wisdom. I pray for wisdom in all aspects of my life.
Thanks for reading. Sometimes I think I am the only one reading this.
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