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Expecting . . .

I’ve been learning and writing a lot about faith.  It’s really on my heart, because I have a lot of things right now for which I am expectantly waiting on the Lord.  And I’m trying to wait with faith . . . expect with faith . . . hope with faith.

I am both terrified and excited beyond belief, because later this year my husband and I have decided to do this . . .

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. . . all over again.

This will be my first time being pregnant where it was not an . . . *ahem* . . . “unintended consequence.”  And I am so excited to have this experience of planning, and waiting, and hoping, and praying (Yes, yes . . . I just started singing the Dusty Springfield song in my head, too.) beforehand.  I have had the OMG, SURPRISE! experience.  Now I’m excited to have the other experience as well.

We are not telling any family or friends about our plans until I am pregnant and we actually know the gender of the baby.  So . . . since I am dying inside, to tell someone, I want to share it with all of you!

And boy, oh boy, do we have a lot to get in order beforehand, everything from finances (which are a little haywire), to help with our toddler (which we have n.o.n.e), to just about everything else . . . I mean, we have a crib.  And that’s about it.  But no sweat, right?  I mean, I am a everything-will-work-out / plan-and-prepare type of person.  And I know these things will be just fine.

But THIS is what keeps me up at night.  I am about to undertake the herculean feat of attempting to beat H.G.  For those of you unfamiliar with H.G. I will tell you what it is, by first telling you what it is not.  It is NOT morning sickness.  (Which many an ignorant innocent lady likes to make-believe it is so that they can feel like they sympathize with those who have it.)

H.G. is debilitating, sometimes life-threatening, severe, SEVERE, SEVERE, unrelenting vomiting and nausea during pregnancy.  Those with H.G. are usually hospitalized for some, if not a large portion of their pregnancy, usually have difficulty working, or even caring for themselves, usually require IV fluids on a regular basis to try and prevent miscarriage, are typically given powerful anti-nausea medication developed for cancer patients to “take the edge off,” often become anemic and malnourished due to a total inability to keep food down.  The cause of it is unknown, there is no “cure,” and no reliable “prevention.”  And if you have H.G. the chances are in the 90th percentile that you will have it every time you get pregnant.

And.I.am.going.to.beat.it.

There is some evidence that liver cleanses and vitamin therapies pre-pregnancy can hold it off.  And I am going to try it all – wage an all out offensive attack on this.  But my hope in this must be (as should be everything else) in the Lord.  My clock is ticking with seven months left before we TTC.  And I can use all the prayer I can get.

If asked to describe my past pregnancies in one word, I would say: hell.  I felt absolutely certain that this is what it feels like to be dying.  Not in a drama queen, “OMG, I’m, like, dying!”  I mean, literally, the life force being sucked out of you, my body is slowly shutting down, dying.  And so I am, naturally, a little terrified of intentionally walking into this lions’ den.

But thank God . . . well, maybe that’s all I need to say.  Thank God!  THANK GOD that He is, and He is faithful to me.  May He have mercy on me this time around.  Amen.

“Faith” is a Verb

Faith

I’ve been trying to learn a lot about faith lately.  And I have a lot of thoughts on it.

Faith is a noun. It means . . .

1.  complete trust or confidence in someone or something.
2.  strong belief in God or in the doctrines of a religion, based on spiritual apprehension rather than proof.

Pretty straightforward, right?

But what does it mean when Jesus tells us to have faith?  Well, to me it is a verb – an action within all of my other actions. When I think of faith I think of the scene from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, where Jones knows that he is supposed to step out into the chasm, but he can’t see how he can do that and not fall to his death.  Trustingly, yet still fearfully, he takes the “leap of faith” and steps out, only to be caught by the path of stone that was there, but he couldn’t see.

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks of this.  As I searched for an image on Google, I found this amazing clip of that movie, set to the song “Walk by Faith” and overlaid with incredible verses.  I highly recommend it – here!

There have been a few times in my life where I felt like I had to do that.  I’ve been so glad I did every time.  And I’m thankful God gave me the opportunity to do it.

I’m sure I’ll be blogging a lot more on this topic soon.  But for now I’ll just watch the video a few more times, and revel in the fact that God is always there to support us in our walks of faith.

Photo credit here.

Liebster Award

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I was so honored yesterday morning to have been nominated for my first award! The word liebster comes from the German, meaning beloved (That’s what my name means! I wonder if that means my name would be “Liebster” in German??), lovely, dearest, valued. It is given to up-and-coming bloggers with fewer than 200 followers.

I want to thank Tilly Hawkins for nominating me. You should check out her b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l blog at http://tillynailart.com/the-girl-behind-tillynailart/. I am blown away by the amazing art that she can put on the tiny tips of her fingers. But her blog is so much more than that. It is sweetness, and encouragement, and great reading too!

Now, in answer to Tilly’s questions:

1. Why did you start blogging?
I started this blog, because I saw God doing amazing things in my life. I mean, I have always seen Him do that – but in new and amazing ways. I began to see how truly everything I have I owe to Him. I began to see His amazing providence for me and my family on a daily basis, and feel Him moving in my life – spurring me on to bigger and better things. And I felt like I needed to shout it the world! I felt like I needed a platform to share some of these things, and other thoughts, with people, and to allow them to share back with me. You can read more about my reasons here.
2. If you could go to any three places in the world – one for a week, one for a month and one for a year, where would you go?
I would go to Hawaii for a week. I would go to France for a month. And I would go to England for a year.
3. If your life were a movie, who would play you?
I don’t really watch many movies, but I read a lot! And I would have to say I would be Dagny Tagart from Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. (This isn’t really cheating – they actually made a movie from the book. LOL) Whether you agree with Ms. Rand’s philosophy or not, I love that character. She is strong and independent. But loves fiercely and truly, and never gives up on her dreams. My favorite female character of all time.
4. If you could spend a day with one person, living, or dead, who would it be and why?
It would be my Dad. He died when I was 19, and I have so many things I would like to tell him.
5. Describe yourself in three words.
Stubborn (I’m working on that), loving, smart.
6. What’s your happy song? (i,e. Can’t help smiling when you hear it)
It’s “Build Me Up Buttercup” by the Foundations, because it makes me remember a day I was riding in the car (I was about 20) with my mom and aunts, and this song came on the radio. My mom, who was driving, started singing lead, and so I started singing back-up, as LOUD as we could. And my aunts were looking at us like we were crazy! Good times. I miss living near them. I smile every time I hear it.


7. What do you want to accomplish in your life?
I feel like God is calling me to do something for Him – which I know sounds ridiculous, ‘cuz He calls all of us to do things for Him. But I feel like He is preparing me for something new in my life at this time, and I don’t know what it is – but THAT is what I want to do.
8. If you could have one super power, what would it be?
Tough one! I think invisibility. I think. Maybe, flying. No! I don’t like heights. Invisibility. Yep.
9. When was the last time you did exactly what you wanted to do?
I’m a blessed person – I do this pretty much every day.
10. Who is the one person who can always make you smile?
My husband! Always, no matter what is going on. I love that about him. ❤

For my nominees – if you decide to accept, here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
2. You must answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominee before you.
3. You must nominate 10 of your favorite blogs with fewer than 200 followers and notify them of their nomination.
4. You must come up with 10 questions for your nominees to answer.

My nominees (should they choose to accept) for the Liebster Award are:
DeeJourney of a Fab Mom
Life and Loveliness 
Sacred Motherhood 
The Painted Rogue
Peace in the Pod 
Shining a Light in the Darkness
Lauryn the Magnanimous 
Cabin Pressure May Change
Not Quite Home 
Fi’s Mutterings

My questions for you are:
1. Why did you start your blog?
2. What is your favorite hobby or activity – one that really makes you feel happy and peaceful?
3. What is your favorite book?
4. Tell us something about you not many people know.
5. What was the most magical day of your life, and why?
6. Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?
7. What is your favorite childhood memory?
8. Describe yourself in three words.
9. If you could spend a day with one person, living, or dead, who would it be and why?
10. Who is the one person who can always make you smile?

I can’t wait to read your answers!

The story I don’t tell people, ‘cuz I’m honestly not crazy

Disclaimer:  I have, actually, told this story to very few people, mostly because I feel like they either won’t believe it, or they’ll think I’m crazy if they do.

God has given me lots of gifts.  I’m sure all of you would say the same.  When asked to list them people usually say God has given them: wonderful spouses, beautiful children, health, jobs, etc.  And I would be no different.  In fact, I believe everything I have is a gift from God.  But sometimes . . . every once in a while, He gives you something in such a way that stuns you.  It makes you think, “Wow, God.  I know you’re always here and all, but you just showed up right HERE and did that . . . for me.”  And it makes you warm and fuzzy, and it makes you realize He really is a Father to you – who likes to give you things just because He loves you.

Well, one day, God gave me this:

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Yep, one of those copper pot-scrubber-things.  And I treasure it.

I was in my early 20’s.  I was in a time in my life where I was really trying to draw closer to God, and learn more about Him.  After loosing my earthly father a few years earlier, and feeling that loss very keenly, I was trying to let God fill that void and really feel Him as my Heavenly Father.  And I was struggling with it.  I was also trying to be better about managing money.  I wasn’t bad at it – but I was in a phase where I was really trying to cut spending and impulse purchases.

Also, as you can read in my About Me, I love copper – pretty much anything made of it.  I think it’s just divine.  I’m not big into jewelry, or handbags, or very much of anything, for that matter, that a lot of women are into.  But anything copper catches my eye like a fishing lure to a bass.  And I have a nice little collection of things now, from kitchen gadgets, to art, to jewelry.  But at that time I was just beginning my collection.

So I was shopping at the grocery store.  And – I know you’ve seen them dangling along the sides of the cereal aisles – the little scrubbers were hanging in little individual packages, all bright in their coppery-goodness, and calling to me.  I had always admired them before, but never felt so strongly called to them as I did on this shopping trip.  I WANTED one.  And there was really no reason not to buy it.  I was not hurting for money at all, it was only a purchase of a couple dollars.  But as soon as I selected my coppery treasure and plunked it in my cart, I felt like I shouldn’t do it.  I needed to be disciplined, I thought.  It was the ultimate in “impulse purchases” – just the type of thing I was trying to avoid doing.  And so I put it back, congratulated myself on my proper choice, and didn’t give it another thought.

I bought my groceries, put them in the car, and drove home.  And as I came around the curve and approached my house I saw something in the road, something coppery looking, directly in front of my driveway. I shook my head in disbelief. Then I got out of the car, walked down the drive to the road, and just stood in the middle of the road while the cars drove around me and stared. It was a copper pot-scrubber-thingy – in the package nonetheless!!!! Say WHAAAAT?!?!?!

I really couldn’t believe it.  And this is where I expect people to totally think I’m crazy, or lying or both.  But I felt like God had plunked that thing down there just for me.  Like, wherever all that manna came from back in the day, there was a coppery pot-scrubber-thing up there too, and He let it fall there for me.  He knew I wanted one.  He saw me agonize over the decision.  He watched me put it back.  And He wanted me to have one.  It was actually a different brand, and nicer than the one I had just been looking at in the store.

What is amazing is that it’s not like He provided one for me two weeks later – this was immediately upon driving home from the store – less than half an hour later.  He didn’t give me an old one – like fell-off-the-back-of-the-garbage-truck old.  BRAND NEW.  In the package!  And He left no doubt in my mind that it was from Him – right in front of my freakin’ driveway!!

I picked it up like it was a newborn kitten and took it in the house.  And I set it on the counter and cried.  Yes . . . I cried . . . over a silly little object that’s purpose is to scrub scrambled eggs off my pans.

I have it still, obviously, and I’ve never used it.  It is a reminder to me that God is with me.  That He sees everything I do.  That He cares about all the little things in my life.  That – just like the good father that He is – He wants to give me nice gifts, even when they’re just little copper pot-scrubber things.

I’d love to hear about the little things in life that remind you of God’s presence and never-ending love.  I’d love to be inspired by your stories of times that God showed you He was there – in big or little ways.  Please comment below so we can revel in God’s grace together.

God’s plans for us are awesomeer than car-carts!!

We have been blessed with a little extra spending money this week.  And since we haven’t gotten out much lately, my husband decided he wants to take our little one for a special outing tomorrow.  We want it to be exciting, and special and different – but we’re still not sure exactly where we want to take her.  We’ve even asked her where she would like to go, but anyone who has ever asked an open-ended question to a toddler (albeit a highly intelligent toddler) knows pretty much what you get.  And it made me smile to think how excited she is going to be. 

She knows we’re planning to go do something tomorrow.  But in the mind of a 2-and-a-half-year-old the idea of a great outing is probably the play-place at Chick-fil-A, or scoring a car-cart at the grocery store.  You know – it looks, kinda, like this . . .

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. . . stuck on a cart so that the cart is too small for your groceries.  It’s primary job is growing strains of bacteria previously unknown to man.  And it’s completely, ridiculously, difficult to maneuver.  I really need to add “car-cart” as a covered auto to my insurance policy.  I ran over an old man just last week . . . but I digress.

So what gave my heart a thrill was this . . . Her sweet mind cannot even conceive of the amazing choices available to her: the big city zoo, a fancy lunch in a restaurant (yes, even at 2-and-a-half, she loves that), driving to the mountains to play in the snow.  Whatever she could come up with to wish for, my husband and I could come up with so many more, better, exciting things to offer her.  And that is what God will do for us!

“But as it is written: ‘Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.'” 1 Corinthians 2:9

No matter how grand are the dreams we cherish in our hearts, God’s plans for us are so amazing, so new, so much better that we cannot even imagine them.  Imagine the best things for yourself and your family that you can possibly imagine . . . God can blow that all away!  Make it seem like nothing.  And that is His desire for his children.

My prayer is that nothing else I may ask for would stand in the way of God’s best plans for my family and me.  And trusting in that – I can look forward to the future with excitement and hope, even in times that may seem disappointing, or feel like doors have been closed.

I can’t wait to spend tomorrow with my sweet family.

My first post! Drum roll pleeeeeease. (Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm) TA-DA! Er, um . . . sorry that was disappointing. I’ll do better I promise.

So your first post on your new blog is supposed to be something profound and well thought out, right?  Well, not here.  If I wait around for that it will not get done.  My new mantra is “Just do SOMETHING, and stop waiting around to be perfect ‘cuz the laundry’s never getting done like that,” or something like that but shorter.

ANYWAY,  I have about 50 million urgent (and I mean URGENT, like yes-it-really-will-matter-in-a-year-if-I-don’t-do-it-so-get-out-of-my-way urgent) things to do today.  So what a perfect day to waste take five minutes to say “Hello” and reiterate the whole reason for starting this blog, which is . . .

There is NO WAY I’d be making it through today without God’s grace.  And I am excited to see how He is going to work everything out for His wonderful good, as He always has for me.  So let’s all raise our coffee (with rum, or without) to the One who actually gets it all done.  Thank you Lord!

Aaaaaaaaand, GO!

P.S. Please click here to read a little about me if you have a sec. And now I’m out, for real this time.