tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749855507799018582024-03-14T02:44:00.597-05:00Raising 4 Princessesraising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.comBlogger853125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-60026602005619564782017-11-10T14:18:00.001-06:002017-11-10T14:18:14.844-06:00happy as a bump on a pickle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
"look, mama, I'm smiling!"</div>
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Eden Grace (6)</div>
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life through your children's eyes is so colorful,<br />
<br />raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-31173685376162703762017-11-10T14:17:00.001-06:002017-11-10T14:17:50.902-06:00kid-isms"if we lived in a covered wagon could I run along aside?" "sure, no problem"<br />
"if Grandma came to visit and I showed her your room what do you think she'd do?" answer, "Get back on the plane."<br />
"Moriah and I want to watch the horse movie and Eden wants to watch Go Diego. So she's 'out-counted' " (this took me awhile. Eden was "out-numbered")<br />
"Mom, did you know that boys have eyelashes too?"<br />
Eden (5) to Truman (8m.) "Aww, little kids grow up so fast."<br />
<br />raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-75154362704188268172017-11-10T14:16:00.005-06:002017-11-10T14:16:57.320-06:00no more carrots"when I get bigger than you...I won't eat anymore carrots." Alexis<br />
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<br />raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-82334322354526065352017-11-10T14:16:00.003-06:002017-11-10T14:16:22.669-06:00I'm the.....At 5:38am I'm the wife...snuggled close in the early cool morning breeze coming in the window.<br />
At 5:46am I'm the shaken awake by little fingers touching my face.<br />
At 6:13am I'm the short order cook. Quickly dishing out cinnamon toast, steaming oatmeal, and refilling orange juice in zippy cups.<br />
At 7<br />
I'm the farmer feeding the chickens.<br />
I'm the detective looking for clues to find the matches belonging to 5 pairs of church shoes.<br />
10:00<br />
I'm the church greeter.... smiling, shaking hands, kissing babies.<br />
I'm the bubbly Sunday School teacher....acting out scenes from David and Goliath as I perch on top of a stone bench.<br />
I'm the spiritual church member praising God during the singing of praises and hymns.<br />
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I'm the spirited junior church <strike>leader</strike> <strike>director</strike> <strike>main dude</strike> person... trying to figure out how to entertain a giant group of fidgety kids after they've been in church for 2 hours already.<br />
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"Why did you hit your sister?"<br />
"Don't throw that in the house!"<br />
"If I have to get up......."<br />
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Discipline. That ugly but very, very crucial word. Because...let's face it....kids are ornery and will try to find their boundaries and stretch their limits. We could sit together and argue all day about our personal opinions regarding it. Not today.<br />
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I want to share a fresh idea that my mom talked to me about, probably before I even had kids. The more children I have the more I see how my attention has to be divided between them and all my other responsibilities. I know this advice is golden. <br />
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So here is a great MOM TIP:<br />
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It's in all of us to need {crave} attention. So the next time Jr. doesn't listen or is bugging his sister and making her holler don't get frustrated at them and just assume they are a "bad" kid. <span style="font-size: large;">Stop what you are doing and focus some attention on them. One on one.</span><br />
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I have literally seen my children transform from a wild bundle of energy into a cuddly quiet just by me getting down on their level and showing them some individual lovin'.<br />
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Your days are full. There's no denying it. Between laundry, lunches, and dishes....many times I feel like I'm bearly holding things together. Today, I taught school to the older three….{fractions…ugh}, worked on phonics with the 6 year old, and the baby is half-way clean and his belly is full. We all survived the day....SCORE.<br />
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Something else to make things go smoother:<br />
OUR HOUSE RULE for boardgames is only 2 people play at a time. Because most of my children are so small it is very distracting to play..say, Chutes and Ladders….when you're trying to keep the little kids from bumping the board, chewing on the cards, or forgetting their turn. So anytime I sit down and play a game with them I only play with one child at a time. It makes the games go much faster, smoother, and they get some "mommy" attention.raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-54798287631359253262017-11-10T14:15:00.000-06:002017-11-10T14:15:21.819-06:00A world of change<div style="text-align: right;">
many days we run around and wonder why life is hard and things don't go our way.</div>
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Did you think to pray?</div>
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Not just the hurried, "Lord, why isn't this working?" </div>
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or "Lord, help me find my keys." </div>
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I'm talking about quiet time when you spend enough time with the Lord that you listened for His voice and direction for that day. As a mom of 5 little ones I can't fit in hours of Bible study I barely get to use the bathroom at any point of the day without being interrupted. Just being honest. <br />
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But a verse or two read in sincerity and a muttering of your prayer sheet is a good way to start your day. It will make a world of change in your day.raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-67267521905515756022017-11-10T14:14:00.000-06:002017-11-10T14:14:47.951-06:00praising the Lord with dirty hands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(my lil' model was not very willing and didn't really believe me when I told her to get her hands muddle so I could take a picture of them.)</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"> I smiled at Drago as we watched the kids circle around the house. Singing a goofy little song and waving their plastic coat hangers in search of dragons. Normally he follows the kids to each corner of the yard. For right now he was content settling down and just watching. </span></div>
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Suddenly John turned and laughed like he really saw one.</div>
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The kids and I spent a lazy day. We organized a couple closets and I baked a chocolate pie from Grandma Hutchen's recipe....because I love my honey. And apparently being in a kitchen that is 400 degrees is a new weight loss plan. As long as I don't eat the pie.</div>
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"Mom, I love flip flops.</div>
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They make such a beautiful sound when you walk in them." Eden, 7</div>
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I LOVE teaching Sunday school and junior church.</div>
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Maybe its the child inside me that gets excited imagining Goliath,</div>
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the grapes of Canaan, or the trembling walls of Jericho. Whatever it is...it is fun.</div>
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This week I told the story of Joshua and the walls of Jericho falling down. Can you see the big concrete wall behind the kids? Well.. that was our Jericho. The kids and I marched and shouted and you know what? Those big concrete walls didn't move! But long ago in Jericho God brought down walls that were much bigger and much stronger then these walls. Seeing the story played out really brought it home to the kids.</div>
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Our memory verse for the month is Joshua 3:10a <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: start;">"And Joshua said, Hereby ye shall know that the living God is among you..." </span>I always do the memory verse many times during the class and let the kids take turns teaching it.</div>
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I brought large building blocks and we did relay races with boys against girls. The team who built the biggest tower got to try and take turns knocking it down with a baseball. I won't say which team was the best builders....but those girls really had good throwing arms. </div>
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I used the blocks and talked about how we have things in our lives like selfishness, laziness, greed, etc... Just like that baseball knocked down the tower we can ask God's help in destroying the sins in our lives. </div>
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I'm trying to make a series of lessons that go around the theme "Living God" like in Joshua 3:10. Our God is awesome. Last week it was Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. Wonder who will visit Sunday School this week?</div>
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Have you ever seen a chicken smiling? </div>
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She is perfectly content being held and carried around and hugged on.</div>
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She missed her people.</div>
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I love the way children view the world.</div>
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It's plain.</div>
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It's simple.</div>
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It's hilarious.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Today's adventure started on a nice hot balmy May day.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">just like their mama.</span></div>
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We had fun screaming at the spiders and slugs hiding in the leaves. I shared with Alexis the story of a snake who was hiding around a green bean plant when I was a little girl. I had reached to pull some weeds and picked up the snake. Pretty sure my voice carried over the whole county. I don't enjoy snakes. </div>
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"Hey, Mom, look at this! It's a pregnant green bean." Alexis thought she was hilarious. But it really did look like one. </div>
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cousin Emi came to play today!</div>
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In the house I suggested going to check on memaw's chickens.</div>
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John Truman said, "I love to eat chicken."</div>
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Emi laughed hard and said, "I don't eat chicken." </div>
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I asked her if she eats chicken legs to which she replied with a large smile {like it was joke},</div>
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"yeah, but I don't eat REAL chickens!"</div>
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The 3 little chicken farmers went outside to round up the flock.</div>
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They decided to try and catch some to hold.</div>
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That was a pretty hard task but they were up for the job.</div>
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They ran around......</div>
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get the picture?</div>
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finally....score! the chicken got tired before the kids and just stopped running.</div>
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the lucky chicken was very loved on</div>
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and passed around and loved on</div>
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and loved on some more.</div>
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Aunt Christine came to play with the chickens with us.</div>
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John wanted him on his shoulder</div>
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but his shoulders are so tiny the chick didn't have much room.</div>
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The cousins and their live baby dolls</div>
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"what you looking at? willy worm?"</div>
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John Truman 28m.</div>
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Life is good.</div>
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"But, Mom, today is perfect "splash-in-a-puddle" weather", Eden Grace</div>
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yes, I gave in.</div>
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Our day off of school started early with tip toes down the hall earlier then I wanted. Thankfully Eden is my quiet child and carefully fixed her own breakfast and tiptoed back down the hall. She crept in the bedroom again just to poke her sisters and tell them they get to sleep in this morning. Her older sisters were not excited about being woke up from their dreams. She then preceded to sneak in and lay her head on my pillow to watch me "sleep". She quickly left when I whispered she could turn the tv on.</div>
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Moriah and Alexis went out visiting with Papa Tot so the little ones spent the morning playing in the puddles. </div>
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My babies John Truman, 2, Brynlee, 4, Eden, 7 </div>
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Nothing bonds siblings like a little mud between their toes.</div>
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Just a little thought today.</div>
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Prince Charming has been shooting his bow lately.</div>
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The girls love to watch and cheer for him.</div>
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He even fixed up an old bow for them to practice with and they are enjoying that.</div>
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When I was reading my Bible last week, this verse jumped out at me.</div>
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<i>"As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth</i>." </div>
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Psalms 127:4</div>
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A man with a quiver full of arrows has so much potential. It takes a lot of hours of hard work and practice pulling back that string and building those muscles to hold it steady. He couldn't hit the bulleye the first time he drew back. The first time the rough string scraped his tender arm he probably was ready to quit. But he didn't. In the end there was the reward<br />
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A mama with a yard full of kids has so much potential. God gave her all these little ones for a reason. With a little practice she can raise them to honor the Lord....and honor her and her husband with their actions and lifestyle. It's not easy. It takes a lot of sleepless nights and correcting them over...and over...and over. There is pain in raising children to be decent honorable citizens. There are times when <strike>you</strike> I want to throw my hands up and quit. <i>"Just let them turn out like the heathens</i>!" (I apologize to any heathen reading this.) But in the end there is reward for enduring.<br />
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Bullseye</div>
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So today, look past the spills and whines and remember there is a reason and a purpose for their little lives.</div>
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<br />raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-16564061228547431022015-02-22T14:46:00.000-06:002015-02-22T14:46:14.121-06:00chik v story....the endfinishing up the story on Chik V.<br />
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.....so Prince Charming and Baby John flew to the States. The kids and I do fine on the Island alone. The grocery store is close and we have our cozy home with 2 German Shepherd guard dogs. We were doing great.<br />
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Almost a week after Prince had left I suddenly became very sick again with the chik v. My fever went high and my legs had no strength to walk. I pretty much laid in my bed in agony because you can't sleep because the pain is so intense. I found out something {amazing} during this time. I have some {amazing} kids.<br />
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Moriah (10) became the chef. I was honestly surprised at her cooking ability. She made spaghetti...from scratch. As in, real tomatoes, onions, and spices, ladies! She made cajun jambalaya and corn bread...from scratch. Pancakes...scratch. And more.... I was just so out of it I can't remember. Did I mention she is 10? She just looked through the cookbook, read it, and lit the oven with a match.<br />
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Alexis (9) was the nurse. She rarely left my bed side. She was always bringing me cold rags for my head. Trays of crackers and water. Alexis definitely has a gift for nursing people. She showed such compassion and forethought looking for my needs.<br />
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Eden (6) was the babysitter. She is a natural mother and has good common sense knowing what will hurt little kids and what they should be doing. She occupied Brynlee and kept her out of trouble. Also she gets a kick out of bossing others around.<br />
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Each girl did these jobs without being asked. No one complained once. I don't even remember the usual sister quarrels even happening.<br />
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I was down this time 4 days. Saturday night I could use my left leg to walk and my right leg was stiff but manageable. It kinda followed the other one. I couldn't turn the steering wheel with my right arm and my lymph nodes were swollen in my neck so it was stiff and I couldn't turn my head either way. But....someone had to drive the church bus. So off I went Sunday morning. I did leave behind my usual very high heels though. After bus route I taught Sunday School and Junior Church and drove the bus route again.<br />
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Sunday night I became afraid because the pain was so intense in the back of my head. As the night went on, I was terrified as the pain kept me awake. I couldn't rest my head on anything and touching the mattress honestly hurt my entire body so bad that the tears ran down my hot face. I could only lay on my back and my arms hurt. They were drawn up against me and I couldn't raise them or my legs. The dreadful thought came through my mind several times that I was going to die right there and my daughters would find me.<br />
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When morning came I thought, "I wasn't really <i>that</i> bad last night." When I talked to Prince on the phone we both didn't talk much about it. He told me to go to the doctor that morning. So it took all my strength to set up. Alexis helped me dress...actually she pretty much dressed me. Anyone who knows me will realize how sick I was when I say this. I went out of the house with no makeup, hair in an unbrushed ponytail, and my old gardening flip flops. Moriah watched as I shuffled across the floor towards the front door. Her voice was full of apprehension when she asked, "Mom, are you sure you can drive?" This made me smile a little but I was determined.<br />
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The 30 kilometer drive to the dr took almost an hour. My head was full of cotton and I couldn't think really clear so I drove....really....really slow... 10 miles an hour sometimes. When the girls and I arrived at the tiny little concrete dr office we checked in and the girls got comfortable in the white plastic lawn chairs in the waiting room. My fever made me freeze in the 85 degree weather but I leaned against the germy stone wall and drifted in and out of sleep. When it was my turn I slowly shuffled in to the dr. He took one look at me wrote me a prescription for some anti-inflammatory and vitamin c. We had to drive another 40 km back to a safe pharmacy. There again I slept in a flimsy little chair for 45 minutes waiting my turn while the kids wondered around the store. <br />
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The next 5 days are honestly very blurry. I just remember lots of pain. My husband returned soon after and I was well enough to drive to the airport to pick him up. The lymph nodes on my neck had swollen up and not gone back down this time. When Josh saw the large mass on my head and noticed how my right side was very, very weak he booked me a flight out to America the next day. I did not going willingly. With all the flimsy strength left in me I was kicking and fussing to leave Josh and the kids behind.<br />
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To make a long story a little bit longer...I received excellent immediate care in Baton Rouge. I saw 4 different specialists who enjoyed learning about a weird and unusual disease. I had a small surgery to have the mass on my neck drained and then it healed up fine. The weak and painful joints are still with me even though it has been almost 4 months. The drs say this could last up to 5 years. The hardest thing now is pain in my toes that is always there.<br />
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We are all in the States now, for a few months, having an unscheduled medical furlough. God has a purpose and plan for every trial and test in our life. I can see now where He had special things for us to learn and do and He needed us here in Baton Rouge to do and learn them. His ways are not ours ways.<br />
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But honestly it was a chapter in our life<br />
that led to many paths<br />
we weren't expecting. And that's never easy.<br />
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So I decided to record it for my children. I need them to remember and know how proud I was of them for being so strong and really stepping up to things when I needed them.<br />
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Most talk the last few months has been on me. Big ol' tall me. Many do not realize that our daughters went through the same suffering as me. That is a mother's nightmare. The hardest thing in the world. Watching your children being sick or in pain. It is torture. Literal. I would rather go through anything else than to watch my children hurt.<br />
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During October and November all four of our daughters caught the painful chik v also. Each child was affected differently. Brynlee and Eden just had pains but in different areas of their body and at different times, also Brynlee had the full body rash afterwards. Alexis got the very high fevers and for 2 nights hallucinated. Honestly that scared the wits out of me. Moriah got all of the symptoms. Pain in her joints and especially wrists and legs. She was unable to walk for 2 days and had very high fevers. <br />
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There are times on the mission field that are joyful and exciting.</div>
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Times that are slow and mellow.</div>
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Many days I relish in the slow pace and empty calendars</div>
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where my kids and I can spend time enjoying each other</div>
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and the simple life. </div>
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Then come the days where the simplicity of life on the Island scares me so much the hair on the back of my neck stands up. <br />
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I'm talking about the times when my babies are hurting or have a medical emergency and there are no doctors or hospitals near by. Time stands still. I can't breathe for fear of what the next second will hold.<br />
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In our 5 years in Jamaica with 5 little kids there have been many frozen moments when I almost question our decision to live where we do. (yes, I'll admit it) We've gone through bumps on the head that knocked them out, fevers that went so high they didn't know who they were, breathing complications, dengue fever, bike wrecks, rusty nails in the foot, etc.<br />
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Completely putting your children in the Lord's hands is much harder to do when it is actual and not just something you say, or plan to do. Sure, we all say "this is in the Lord's hands".<br />
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For a missionary wife it is literal. </div>
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Learning to fully trust the Lord has been an extremely painful lesson but one of the most rewarding lessons learned on the mission field. I LOVE the reality that comes when God is real not just a Sunday School storybook character. This is a priceless gift to give our children. But also has changed me as a person. The relationship with the Lord when you fully and completely and whole heartedly lay everything....including your children in His hands is one of the most freeing feelings.<br />
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I write this to record to my children</div>
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how strong you are and how the Lord is building our faith in Him. </div>
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Also, I want those in the States to not be hard on the missionary wife</div>
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when she is at your church and keeps her children close to her side.</div>
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You don't know the trials she's been through</div>
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and nights she's stayed awake fearfully watching her sick children sleep.<br />
Or the many prayers she's sent up knowing she was completely hopeless to help.<br />
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God is good, all the time,</div>
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When I first caught chik virus we all thought it was just a few days of misery and that would be it. Not even worth mentioning. From that fateful day in October this virus has stolen many things from me. Including properly celebrating birthdays and Christmas, time with my husband and children, and a little bit of my dignity since I'm now walking like my Great-Grandmother.<br />
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Here is how our journey started...<br />
A few members of our church had already came down with the chik virus so we were familiar with it plus it was all over the Jamaican news how it was spreading around our island. <br />
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One morning, Josh left early to drive across the island to buy groceries at our nice grocery store. When I woke up I swung my legs over the bed and started to walk across the bedroom. I noticed my toes were all severely sore and had the feeling like they had all been jammed. Odd. As all mothers do I continued with my morning, making all the kids their breakfast and getting school work underway. After a few hours an aggravating ache had spread up my legs. A thought came in the back of my mind that this could be one of the symptoms. I called a church member who had came down with it the week before. I asked her how she felt and her symptoms, without telling her my worries. As I realized my beginning symptoms matched hers an scared little ache started in my belly. <br />
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By lunchtime, the pain was so severe I couldn't walk upright and I was developing a fever. When Josh returned to the house that evening he laid his hand on my leg and I cried out in pain. The next 3 days were extremely painful. The African meaning of Chikungunya is "drawn up". Describing how you pull your limbs up because the pain is so intense. My fever went high and stayed that way for almost 3 full days. Everything hurt to touch me. It hurt to lay in the bed, but I couldn't walk or sit so that was the only option. It hurt to lay my head on the pillow. It hurt bad to cover and let the sheet touch me, but I was so cold even in the 80+ degree temperture. <br />
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After a few days the fever was gone and I only had very minor aches. We thought, "That was awful, but I'm so thankful it's over with." So, the next week, Josh went ahead with his plans of flying to the States for 3 weeks for some meetings.<br />
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A few days after he flew away, leaving the girls and I on the Island, all the pain came back. (to be continued...) <br />
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Wow, drama. Sorry for the theatrics. In truth I'm just too tired to type any more and my finger and wrists are hurting.<br />
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Tucking all my little ones into bed.</div>
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My favorite time of the day.</div>
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I snuggled in with Princess Brynlee</div>
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who insisted she needed "help going to sleep". </div>
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The room was getting settled down,</div>
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there was a soft glow from a single strand of Chrismas lights draped in the corner.</div>
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A small voice asked, "Mama, tell us a story. Tell us a Christmas story."</div>
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And then I remembered a story I read when I was a teenager......</div>
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.<i>..."The story is told of a Danish prince...</i><br />
<i> (now I had their attention). </i><br />
<i>He was a very rich prince and lived in a beautiful castle. He was good and kind to all those in his kingdom. He had fallen in love with a sweet pheasant girl in his kingdom. </i><br />
<i> (Someone in the room sighed...dreamily.) </i><br />
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<i>This prince had a problem. He was afraid if he told this young maiden of his love she would marry him because she wanted his riches and the prestige of being the queen. Or he was afraid that she would be obligated to marry him because he was so important and she didn't want to anger or refuse him. The handsome prince didn't want this at all. He wanted his bride to love him for himself. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>He decided to truly know her heart he would step down from the royal throne. Take off his regal robes and go to her as a commoner. The soon-to-be king would present himself before his humble maiden. He wasn't trying to trick her, but instead he was showing her another side of himself. He took on the life of a servant to win the young woman's hand. </i><br />
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<i>This was daring. What if she wasn't interested in him and sent him away? Then he would lose her forever. Still she might love him for his true self and choose him above all else.</i><br />
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<i>This is a picture of the choice God gave to mankind...so many years ago. The babe in the manger cast off his royal robes and came in the form of a baby. We aren't forced to obey and yield to His will. Our Lord humbled Himself for us." </i><br />
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Goodnight, Little Princesses....and Prince,<br />
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This story was from an Our Daily Bread devotional journal I read as a teenager, but told from memory to my children.raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-5128806506297945322014-11-20T19:03:00.003-06:002014-11-20T19:03:41.692-06:00thank you, Lord<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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our ladies choir sings this song</div>
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each time it makes me cry</div>
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their rich voices raising up the precious words in the old hymn</div>
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they burst forth with "my chains are gone..."</div>
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powerful</div>
<br />raising4princesseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10941330611183168587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674985550779901858.post-46066027119613127602014-11-13T21:38:00.002-06:002014-11-13T21:38:20.877-06:00Killed, survived, taught, sifted, etc...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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While all my friends back home are posting pictures of fall leaves and even snow.... </div>
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Jamaican kids are playing in the water hose and eating watermelon.</div>
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The kids love watermelon.</div>
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(Alexis, 9)</div>
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Meanwhile in Jamaica.... where is the Pastor's wife? Well, that's her over there... picking up all the goat poop with tree leaves before Sunday School begins. (Did I just mention that out loud?) {blush} Well there you have it....just keeping it real. I have to clear away the nasty stuff otherwise it's always a big distraction under the kids feet. I'm sure you can imagine.<br />
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Many eager little dark faces flew out of the church bus when it pulled up. Many smiling faces happy to be at church today. Many chipper little voices began our song time under the almond tree we meet at. EVERY Sunday school class begins with the song "Jesus loves the little ones...like me, me, me.....little ones like me, sat upon His knee. Jesus loves the little ones like me, me, me." <br />
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We've been studying King David last month and how he prepared for building God's house. We started Sunday the exciting story of how his son, Solomon, was the one who God had build the house. <br />
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The kids love talking about building a church for God. I went in-depth on detail of getting the trees for wood and boulders to cut into blocks. How King David gather gold and many precious jewels. This is exciting to the kids and me, especially because we are purchasing land to build our very own church house! I've been preparing them by getting them worked up about God's house being built by Solomon and all the sacrifice and preparation it took. The idea of us building God's house in Spot Valley is so precious to them. <br />
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One little curly haired boy asked, "Is our church going to have gold and jewels in it also?" Nope, our pockets are not as deep as Solomon's. I love teaching Sunday School.<br />
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Here I am scrubbing <i>unmentionable </i>stuff... on my hands and knees... and the 3 year old reaches over my shoulder. She proudly displays her hands and arms completely covered with sparkling red glitter. "I just love pixie dust, mom." Her genuine wonder of her shimmering arms knocked me off guard. <br />
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<i>She</i> saw beauty.</div>
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<i>She</i> saw ....pixie dust.</div>
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<i>I</i> saw a huge mess most likely involving a glob of glue, possibly on my living room rug.</div>
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Then I looked harder and saw the wonder in her eyes.</div>
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How many times have I missed {a moment} with my children and only dwelled on the work involved in cleaning up. Cleaning up their childhood. More then I wish to recall this has been the case. Little finger and little minds create messes, that's just a fact.<br />
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So we went to the school desk to play some more with the pixie dust.<br />
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"what is it, mom?"</div>
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"um....a strawberry?"</div>
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"nope, guess again."</div>
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"um...a hippopotumus?"</div>
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"mom, look harder. It's a broken rocket ship."</div>
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"oh, I see it now"</div>
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one of the greatest gifts you can give your children {and yourself} is to play with them. I encourage my children to dream and imagine. Even though that usually involves a mess and more work for mom it's worth it. Years from now you'll be so glad you did. You want your children to remember you as that kind of a mom, not an exhausted, frazzled mess of anger. So as you are "cleaning up their childhood" remember that it is their....childhood. Make it wonderful.<br />
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I'm sure you read it in the social papers. There was a royal ball in the Wesley estate recently. All the fair maidens of the land were in attendance. Rose and Chickaletta all dressed and ready for the ball. There was a banquet blanket set, complete with plastic teacups filled with only the finest chicken mesh.</div>
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Jane came dressed as Sleeping Beauty.</div>
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After awhile Rose did a dress change and turned into a mermaid,</div>
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Yes, chickens have ankles...you learned something new today!</div>
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Chickaletta did pretty well in her ball gown</div>
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Suddenly, she was very hungry.</div>
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"Party's over...I'm outta here." Chickalleta</div>
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Two little monkeys sitting in a hammock. </div>
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Eating green cupcakes out of rubber dishes with feet.</div>
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Giggles and sunshine.</div>
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Wonderful way to pass a day.</div>
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Eden loves catching butterflies and is really good at it. Brynlee isn't as quick.</div>
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The frustrated {sad} little voice said, </div>
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"I can't catch lizards!</div>
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I can't catch butterflies!</div>
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I can't catch frogs!</div>
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But, I can catch.....flowers."</div>
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I love my sweet gifts of rugged looking flowers.</div>
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