Andrew is feeling better and I am so glad!! It is good to have him up and hear all of his neat ideas and sarcastic comments!
Emily is sick! Why does this keep happening?! She has a temp of 102.2 and she feels miserable. I am concerned for Allie, because she kept carrying Emily around today. Praying God keeps the rest of us from getting sick AGAIN.
Poor Emily, tomorrow is the Valentine Skating Party and she has worked so hard on her Valentine Box and Valentine cards. Daniel promised to take it all for her and get her Valentine's. It is our last skating party in Pensacola, she is so upset to miss it. We are so going to miss our friends. I know God has new things in store for us. It is just really hard right now, because we know what to expect here...we just don't know what to expect there.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Run for God
I have started this program/Bible study/get healthy. It is called Run for God. The first meeting was this past Saturday morning, which I missed, because I wasn't feeling well. I didn't want to be behind from the start, so yesterday I got started...
I ALMOST DIED!!!!
That may sound a little dramatic, but I really wondered how I was going to make it. Here is what I had to do:
Allie says, "Mom, you have 10 seconds and then it is time to run." I am thinking, "Sweet girl, she really thinks I can RUN!" "Go Mom", Allie says in this kind voice. I run/walk with my knees bent, my arms pumping and a bounce to my step. "Allie, how much longer? Let me know 30 sec., 15, etc" I survive, but boy am I out of breath! (In the meantime, my physically fit daughter is skipping, twirling and just having a great time and not SWEATING like her mother)_Long story short, my leg begins to hurt, it hurt really bad, but I am not going to give up!!!!! I did it. Every two minutes I "ran" for a minute! I did it. We are now almost home and the tears are starting to run down my sweaty face! Allie runs ahead a gets Paul for me because (no drama here:) I am sure I have injured my leg and I will never be able to walk again. What have I done?!?!
Paul comes out, with Daniel and Emily. They are all going to rescue me. I stretch, take a Motrin, put ice on my leg and call a friend! By the end of the day my leg felt better. I completly forget to take anymore Motrin.
2 a.m. Oh my gosh! Someone must have run me over with a car. I HURT everywhere! I should go take a Motrin...I can't move. I'll wake Paul...No, that wouldn't be nice. I fall back asleep. I get up this morning. I CANT MOVE!!! I move, but boy am I sore, everywhere! All I can think this morning is, "I have to get up and do this again tomorrow!!!!!!"
I will get up and do this again, because Christ will give me the strength. He did yesterday. Every time I had to "run" I sang a praise song, in my head, because you know I was out of breath and there was no way I could really sing. God got me through it. Yeah God!
(thanks Allie for encouraging me, for going with me, for not laughing)
I ALMOST DIED!!!!
That may sound a little dramatic, but I really wondered how I was going to make it. Here is what I had to do:
- walk for 5 minutes
- then for 20 minutes, run for 1 minute and then walk for 90 seconds
- then walk for 5 minutes
Allie says, "Mom, you have 10 seconds and then it is time to run." I am thinking, "Sweet girl, she really thinks I can RUN!" "Go Mom", Allie says in this kind voice. I run/walk with my knees bent, my arms pumping and a bounce to my step. "Allie, how much longer? Let me know 30 sec., 15, etc" I survive, but boy am I out of breath! (In the meantime, my physically fit daughter is skipping, twirling and just having a great time and not SWEATING like her mother)_Long story short, my leg begins to hurt, it hurt really bad, but I am not going to give up!!!!! I did it. Every two minutes I "ran" for a minute! I did it. We are now almost home and the tears are starting to run down my sweaty face! Allie runs ahead a gets Paul for me because (no drama here:) I am sure I have injured my leg and I will never be able to walk again. What have I done?!?!
Paul comes out, with Daniel and Emily. They are all going to rescue me. I stretch, take a Motrin, put ice on my leg and call a friend! By the end of the day my leg felt better. I completly forget to take anymore Motrin.
2 a.m. Oh my gosh! Someone must have run me over with a car. I HURT everywhere! I should go take a Motrin...I can't move. I'll wake Paul...No, that wouldn't be nice. I fall back asleep. I get up this morning. I CANT MOVE!!! I move, but boy am I sore, everywhere! All I can think this morning is, "I have to get up and do this again tomorrow!!!!!!"
I will get up and do this again, because Christ will give me the strength. He did yesterday. Every time I had to "run" I sang a praise song, in my head, because you know I was out of breath and there was no way I could really sing. God got me through it. Yeah God!
(thanks Allie for encouraging me, for going with me, for not laughing)
Sunday, February 3, 2013
One of my hero's
My Grandma "B" was one of my heroes! She is someone I so want to be like. When I make a special meal I think of her. I can't make a pot roast without thinking there needs to be jello served with it. I try to bake like her and make the same yummy goodies. I try to make things special. For example, my children her great grandchildren, have a memory of sitting at the counter in her kitchen drinking Pepsi out of little cute Coke glasses. She made even a Pepsi special.
She was a master sewer. She quilted the most beautiful quilts. When I was around 8 or 9 I was able to go from California to Denver to stay with my grandparents. I remember going through some of my Grandma's quilting magazines and I found the most beautiful baby quilt. It was baby blue with pink sewing on it. I showed it to her and asked, "Grandma, when I get married and have a baby will you please make this?" When I was pregnant with Andrew a big box arrived one day and in it was the quilt I had asked for. That quilt means so much to me. She made me clothes, afghans, table covers, shadow boxes with my Grandpa and so much more.
I remember her sitting at the pool with my mom and watching my brother and I play in the water. She watched all our tricks and told us what good swimmers we were. She always looked when we asked her, even if we had asked 100 times!
Her house always looked beautiful and comfortable. Just another way I desire to be like her. She made you feel special and cherished. My Grandma made me feel special. She loved me and treated me like I mattered to her. She listened to my opinions and made me feel worthy to her. I thought I could do anything when I talked to her.
After I got married and I would have a question about something I would call her. She would ask me what I thought I should do and then would encourage me and direct me if I was wrong. She always made me feel smart and like I really did know what to do, just needed a little encouragement.
I never heard her curse. The worse thing I heard her say was in the car when a man turned out in front of her she called him a "Dodo bird!" We had a good laugh at that.
She loved to go to Taco-bell for a taco salad, and she loved a cold Pepsi on a hot day. She loved her family. I am going to miss her so much.
A few years ago I gave her a call and said I wanted to talk to her about Jesus and heaven and death. We talked and she told me she was so thankful I cared enough about her to talk to her about what can be a delicate subject. She told me she was a good person and knew she was fine. I agreed with her that she was a good person, and explained again what the Bible says about believing and accepting Christ. I don't know what she believed. I hope and pray she believed in Jesus and that she is in heaven. I pray for all my family and friends. I want all of you in heaven one day. It will be the greatest thing ever! There is only one way to get to heaven and it is to believe in Jesus. To believe He is the Son of God, that He died on a cross to pay for our sins. It is hard for our human minds to comprehend (mine for sure), but it doesn't matter how good we are, we will never be good enough, we need Jesus.
My brother called from Italy today and told me he had received an email and that our Grandma had died today. I have no more grandparents on earth and that feels really strange. I have my mom and I am so thankful I do. I have a husband and I love him so much. I have my children, what a blessing. I have my brother, whom I love a lot and his wife, who is my sister of my heart, and his daughter, who I love as my own. I have all of Paul's family who I love and my friends so I am blessed. It just feels weird to not have a grandparent after having at least one for over 39 years.
So to all my family and friends who read this, I love you. You all are important to me. Don't forget to tell those you love that you do. It is important to hear it and say it! To just assume people know how you feel about them, make sure they know. Even more important learn about Jesus. There is absolutely nothing more important you can do then to learn all about Him! He loves you and He wants to be your Savior. I love to talk about Him, so I'm here.
She was a master sewer. She quilted the most beautiful quilts. When I was around 8 or 9 I was able to go from California to Denver to stay with my grandparents. I remember going through some of my Grandma's quilting magazines and I found the most beautiful baby quilt. It was baby blue with pink sewing on it. I showed it to her and asked, "Grandma, when I get married and have a baby will you please make this?" When I was pregnant with Andrew a big box arrived one day and in it was the quilt I had asked for. That quilt means so much to me. She made me clothes, afghans, table covers, shadow boxes with my Grandpa and so much more.
I remember her sitting at the pool with my mom and watching my brother and I play in the water. She watched all our tricks and told us what good swimmers we were. She always looked when we asked her, even if we had asked 100 times!
Her house always looked beautiful and comfortable. Just another way I desire to be like her. She made you feel special and cherished. My Grandma made me feel special. She loved me and treated me like I mattered to her. She listened to my opinions and made me feel worthy to her. I thought I could do anything when I talked to her.
After I got married and I would have a question about something I would call her. She would ask me what I thought I should do and then would encourage me and direct me if I was wrong. She always made me feel smart and like I really did know what to do, just needed a little encouragement.
I never heard her curse. The worse thing I heard her say was in the car when a man turned out in front of her she called him a "Dodo bird!" We had a good laugh at that.
She loved to go to Taco-bell for a taco salad, and she loved a cold Pepsi on a hot day. She loved her family. I am going to miss her so much.
A few years ago I gave her a call and said I wanted to talk to her about Jesus and heaven and death. We talked and she told me she was so thankful I cared enough about her to talk to her about what can be a delicate subject. She told me she was a good person and knew she was fine. I agreed with her that she was a good person, and explained again what the Bible says about believing and accepting Christ. I don't know what she believed. I hope and pray she believed in Jesus and that she is in heaven. I pray for all my family and friends. I want all of you in heaven one day. It will be the greatest thing ever! There is only one way to get to heaven and it is to believe in Jesus. To believe He is the Son of God, that He died on a cross to pay for our sins. It is hard for our human minds to comprehend (mine for sure), but it doesn't matter how good we are, we will never be good enough, we need Jesus.
My brother called from Italy today and told me he had received an email and that our Grandma had died today. I have no more grandparents on earth and that feels really strange. I have my mom and I am so thankful I do. I have a husband and I love him so much. I have my children, what a blessing. I have my brother, whom I love a lot and his wife, who is my sister of my heart, and his daughter, who I love as my own. I have all of Paul's family who I love and my friends so I am blessed. It just feels weird to not have a grandparent after having at least one for over 39 years.
So to all my family and friends who read this, I love you. You all are important to me. Don't forget to tell those you love that you do. It is important to hear it and say it! To just assume people know how you feel about them, make sure they know. Even more important learn about Jesus. There is absolutely nothing more important you can do then to learn all about Him! He loves you and He wants to be your Savior. I love to talk about Him, so I'm here.
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