stay tuned i guess... when i have time between the two new little ones and mike's crazy work schedule... i will share.... I will laugh, cry and maybe even scream... with joy and agony...
16.8.12
23.8.11
happy 8!!!!
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Can you believe it.... 8 years. well this year was one of the most challenging years yet... in a good way. I went back to work, two new nieces!!!, mike hurt his back, joelle turned 2!!!, rental stresses, moved, renovated, more rental stresses, some low mood things on both our parts, throw in a few miscarriages (the most recent one on our anniversary), low iron, more rental stresses, long work hours, 6 months of school and unemployment insurance, one vacation, saya left our family, but admist it all we are still learning to love....
i have been wanting to do this painting for a long time... fitting that i hung it on the day of our anniversary. mike is the hardest person to buy gifts for. and i like to think of myself as a good gift giver... anyways - he has been begging me for just a regular blanket on our bed for a while (secretly he has been wanting one since we got married) we currently use a duvet - which i love. So as a gift i went and bought a blanket and presented him the new purchase with the promise i will try it for at least 6 months.
mike also showed up early that night (11:30 instead of 1am) with mcdonalds and wine. perfectly us!!!
love you...
21.8.11
19.8.11
lastly...
i need to learn to love. I intially was going to do my lettering with black shoe polish like Alisa Burke... that didn't work. so i watered down some black paint... was hard to work with and i was tired....
learn to love
learn to love
18.8.11
healer
Happiness, fulfillment, and purpose in life are all inner concepts. If you don’t have inner peace and serenity, then you have nothing….
Very much lacked this last night. I lost my cool…. At the time my daughter needed me most… I lost it. Let me set the record straight: I did not hurt anyone or me… I just am ashamed at how much emotion I let into my discipline last night.
Joelle has had a few major shifts for her little personality to take in these last few weeks: brand new day home (she was in her last one for a year), new top molars coming, and a hard working papa, and a mamma with hormones raging.
Not sure why or even how the “Tantrum” started. (That’s right it has a capital T… believe me it earned the “T”). It was crazy… biting, running, hitting, flailing, kicking, and screaming…if some gagging.
It lasted two hours…
i may or may not have made some silly comments/threats…. i may or may not have lost my cool once… to keep her safe I shut the door of a room she was in…
water calms her down….
i tried filling the tub once… this sent her into even crazier hysterics… she climbed in unplugged it and climbed out and ran and screamed…
filled the tub again… got her in… and instant the magic of water calmed her. After this point she was my little buddy again… we cuddled, we hugged, we said sorry, we snuggled… and then she whispered heartbreaking words, “… i miss my papa.”
i was in pretty desperate need last night and felt completely alone… hindsight…. What stopped me from crying out to Jesus for help…? I could have used a miracle… or just a touch of grace.
What stops me from doing this daily?
this last Sunday I led our service and hosted a discussion on Jesus and his power… yeah He was a great teacher, leader, father, and friend….but something we usually forget or leave to elementary age Sunday school is that He was and is a great healer.
Now… I am not a crazed revival personality wanting to heal the world but should what is my role… if I am in relationship with Jesus… if He is my teacher, father, friend and leader is He not my healer too.
WEIRD…. it weird’s me out… but also gives me butterflies. Why is it so easy for other nationalities to have faith… even in a God they do not worship… some might ponder it is lack of resources. But… there are foreign countries that have GREAT faith and GREAT resources.
i can only speak to me… and my life experiences… but could it be that I am more shaped by western individualism and rights then I would love to let on. we have it together… I can talk about the faux pas of someone’s outfit or decorating choices (we all do it) with ease… but there are definite boundaries that I need to shatter before I would tell someone I might be struggling being a mom, or I am depressed, that my marriage sucks (hypothetical or not) this would mean to be admitting to our fellow individualists that we can’t make it on our own, that I don’t have the resources to make it… that I (insert GASP here) might need help. Not help from a doctor or therapist… but community, support and even/or divine intervention…
so i ask myself again… why not ask Jesus to snap Joelle out of her MAYHEM… was it my stubbornness…. Even if I could not ask myself… why not get my mom, friend or husband to come along and advocate when my voice is silent…. Was it my self expectation?
Let me be real… let YOU be my inner peace… without you I AM NOTHING!!!
p.s. Joelle and I are both alive and well this morning.
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