My heart is aching for so many of you as you go through this thing called life!
Life certainly isn't always easy. Whether it be a longing to have a baby, a miscarriage, depression, loss of a loved one, cancer, loss of a job, and the list could go on and on. I do know about pain, I've been there and will be there again. My little struggle these days is knowing that this is my first baby that my Mom will not be holding in her arms. But yet I count my blessings that she had the opportunity to be a grandma to my first 4 children.
Some people say to me that they think I have it all together, and I love to share that my life isn't always easy. We NEED to share our sorrows more often. I understand we don't want to share with everyone, but we need to stop pretending that we have it all together all the time. A song from Casting Crowns comes to mind...Plastic People. The gest of the song is that we all hurt, but we pretend to everyone else that we have it all together.
So, why do we have hardships? I really believe the Lord puts us through things so that when someone else around us is going through it, we can come along side and help them. And I firmly believe that the Lord KNOWS our pain, feels each tear we cry, and wraps His Almighty Arms around us. He sent His ONLY SON for us, who didn't even love Him.
Here is a song that I hope you enjoy and can be an encouragement to you, as it was to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbUV28sPtac
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
More Stitches....
Well, today was another trip to the emergency for more stitches.
It was the second set for my 3 year old boy. My 5 year old boy has had 3 set of stitches and my oldest daughter has had one set of stitches...compliments of her little brother. So today was the sixth set of stitches.
It was time to go and pick up the older 2 from school and I asked the boys to get on coats and shoes. Running around and goofing off is always more fun than putting on shoes and coats...and then it happened, the trip and the head going into the corner of the wall. It was a pretty good gash. And with his sweet blonde hair it did not take long to figure out where he cut himself! I can honestly say I have come a long way since our first set of stitches. The first time my son gashed his head I kinda, well, not kinda, I did freak out! There was blood everywhere!! Now I just pinch the wound together and call my husband. Our conversation calmly goes like this, "Hi Honey, one of us has to take the boy for stitches and the other has to pick up the girls from school." Thankfully my husband was just turning onto our street and was home in a minute. I packed some snacks, (because you never know how long you will have to wait) and my husband was off to the hospital with K.
Three hours later (to my wonderful surprise) they were home! And do you think that for a moment his still fresh with blood stitches slowed him down...not a chance! The only time he is not jumping, climbing or running is when he is sleeping. Honestly I am surprised my boys have not had more stitches!
As of yet, no broken bones...but I am not holding my breath:)
It was the second set for my 3 year old boy. My 5 year old boy has had 3 set of stitches and my oldest daughter has had one set of stitches...compliments of her little brother. So today was the sixth set of stitches.
It was time to go and pick up the older 2 from school and I asked the boys to get on coats and shoes. Running around and goofing off is always more fun than putting on shoes and coats...and then it happened, the trip and the head going into the corner of the wall. It was a pretty good gash. And with his sweet blonde hair it did not take long to figure out where he cut himself! I can honestly say I have come a long way since our first set of stitches. The first time my son gashed his head I kinda, well, not kinda, I did freak out! There was blood everywhere!! Now I just pinch the wound together and call my husband. Our conversation calmly goes like this, "Hi Honey, one of us has to take the boy for stitches and the other has to pick up the girls from school." Thankfully my husband was just turning onto our street and was home in a minute. I packed some snacks, (because you never know how long you will have to wait) and my husband was off to the hospital with K.
Three hours later (to my wonderful surprise) they were home! And do you think that for a moment his still fresh with blood stitches slowed him down...not a chance! The only time he is not jumping, climbing or running is when he is sleeping. Honestly I am surprised my boys have not had more stitches!
As of yet, no broken bones...but I am not holding my breath:)
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