Archive for February, 2009
…of my little Kati-cat. This is what she looked like just a few weeks ago after I curled her hair for church. It’s amazing because she has so much hair it takes 30 minutes to do this! Amazing also because when I curl it like this it takes a good 2″ off the length….the girl has HAIR!
Now her hair looks completely different. She decided that she wanted to donate it to Locks of Love. Ten inches of it. Amazing. This is not only amazing because it’s ten inches and most women would be terrified to do that but also because of how super excited she was and still is about the whole thing. She was jumping around all night and all morning this morning because she’s just “so happy for the little girl that will get my hair.” (sigh) What a sweet little heart that girl has. I can’t wait until she gets her certificate in the mail (they mail you a certificate when you donate) because she will be so surprised and happy (she doesn’t know it’s coming).
Look at her now:
And here….see….I told you the girl has HAIR…even when it’s short!
Yep, I’m one proud Momma today.
…of many things today.
- Dreaming of the day I realize that Winter is over for the year and it won’t drop below 50 degrees again for months.
- Dreaming of a summer full of swimming and relaxed days and absent of multiplication tables and 6:15 am showers.
- Dreaming of the end of March when I escape with great friends for a weekend away.
- Dreaming of a Whole Foods market that I just know will come to my town one day.
- Dreaming of a day in the hopefully not so distant future when my mother is just my mother, not my roommate.
- Dreaming of the next time I laugh so hard my sides ache.
What are you dreaming of today?
…another week I am giving myself grace with weigh-in Wednesday. Yes, it came again on a weigh-in day. hmmpph…
…”Get up.” It’s true. When the world said that something wasn’t possible, God said “Get up.” He said it to the lame man whose friends lowered him down to Jesus through a roof. He said it to Joseph when he was thrown in prison after being falsely accused. He said it to Lazarus after he had died.
“GET UP.” I think it sounded/sounds like that when God tells us to get up. I don’t think he said, “uh, excuse me, can you please get up?” I think He says, “GET UP.” See, I think God has a right to be frustrated with us sometimes when we’re laying on the ground being defeated because He’s given us His word. He’s told us what the truth is, what is our’s and where we belong so laying on the ground being defeated is laying on the ground in our own stupidity. Seeing as we’re created in God’s image and He ain’t stupid, I think He has a right to be frustrated when we act stupid.
I’ve been laying on the ground lately. I’ve been crawling and scratching and trying to get up, but I’ve been knocked down repeatedly so I was starting to think about just laying there for a while. That was when I heard, “GET UP.” So I started to. I started to fight the way I know how to fight, in the spiritual, giving the devil a big ol’ black eye and reminding him who I am and who he is. Then I felt tired. I felt like I just didn’t want to do it anymore. I felt like enough is enough. I thought about laying down. “GET UP.” (sigh) I said, “Lord, I can’t. I’m tired. It’s been too long. Can’t you just make this all go away and restore me and then I’ll get up?” “GET UP.”
So I did. I got up again. I am exhausted and I’m so over it, but I’ve gotten up. “Take vengeance on him, Jill. Take your vengeance.” That confused me. I knew what it meant but I didn’t feel like I was angry enough for vengeance. Then I remembered a song we sing in church, “I’m reaping the harvest God promised me, take back what the devil stole from me and I rejoice today, for I shall recover it all.”
Now I get it. I have fallen asleep. I have allowed myself to believe that these things happened to me but forgotten to acknowledge that they were part of the enemy’s ploy to exhaust me and put me to sleep. I have allowed myself to start believing that Tim’s infusions are a way of life for us and to stop really believing they’ll ever go away. I’ve started to believe that because of Tim’s job and his dedication to that job that I will always feel second. I started to believe that Kaitlynn is just the way she is and there is nothing I can do to change that. I almost stopped dreaming for my child. There are promises God has given me that the devil has stolen. I’m starting to think vengeance will be mine because now, now I’m angry enough.
So there it is. I said some very brutal, honest things about where I’m at and it hasn’t been pretty. I’m pretty sure that there is a part of each of our live’s where God is saying, “GET UP.” Do you know what part of your life that is? Are you allowing yourself to be robbed or have you fallen asleep? Think about it. Really think about it and when you’re done, GET UP.
….you’re wondering. Weigh-in Wednesday? Another 2 lbs. off…..but they were SO hard won. Anyway, that is all I want to say about that because I’m keeping myself encouraged and I don’t want to dwell….
Now, how about some crafty goodness for your eyes? This is the Valentine tree Kaitlynn and I made for our kitchen table. I LOVE it. It was soooo fun to make and looks so bright and cheerful in our kitchen. Kaitlynn helped glue everything on and sewed two of the felt hearts! Her very first stitching project and she did so well!
I was going to cut out all the flowers and hearts with different papers on my Cricut. Then I realized my mats weren’t sticky anymore and I couldn’t. So I took my little self down to Joann and they didn’t have any. Neither did Michaels. But then I found this deliciousness from Prima. Are they not the cutest little patterned flowers you’ve ever seen (buttons and bling added by moia)?
The next bit of goodness that I made was an apple pie. I even made extra crust so that I could make strips, cover them with cinnamon and sugar and let the kids gobble them up. I used to do that in college and I knew the kids would love it. They did. They fought over them. Guess what no one fought over? Guess….just guess….
Uh-huh. That’s right. The kids couldn’t because they’re bellies were full with pie crust strips, my mom isn’t an apple pie lover, Tim fell asleep at 8:02 (as soon as Idol was over) and me? Well, I was going to allow myself but it just seemed wrong to eat it all alone while watching The Biggest Loser. So when all the lights were out and everyone was in bed (no, I didn’t sneak down and eat it) this pie sat, ignored, whole. I tell ya…..folks take for granted that I’ll make more of these.
Onto something that makes me happier and is fully appreciated. : ) Everyday I sit at my computer and do my transcriptions, read my e-mails, blogs, etc. and look out a window an arm’s length away. Do you know what makes me insanely happy (other than the fact that I re-organized my entire workstation, am loving it and it looks prettier)? This:
There is a smaller-ish tree right outside the window and even now, when it’s 15 degrees outside the birds come and visit me everyday. There are all different kinds and they just sit, sometimes three at a time, and rest. They know I’m there and they don’t even fly away. I love them. I think one day I may be a crazy bird watcher when I’m 80….
Do you know what else makes me insanely happy? This: