Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
what if instead of crediting ourselves for our accomplishments, our luck for our surprises, and our own wisdom for our decisions we started glorifying god for all the miraculous ways he provides for us. what if instead of blaming world hunger, war, and disease on god's lack of intervention we see that it is WE who cause these sinful problems with greed and selfishness.
this perspective seems to change my entire outlook on life as i spend the day saying "great are you, my lord, and most worthy of praise" for all his greatness in even my little insignificant life.
like yesterday, maxer woke up from his nap quite flushed and lethargic. he commented several times that his legs were hurting, as was his tummy. maxwell's little voice was strained and his skin hot. he asked for...the bucket.
well i about lost it right then and there. my anxiety went thru the roof as i thought how awful a sick max would be for camping, what a disaster it would be if we all got the flu... i pretty much was 5 minutes away from calling pine rest and admitting myself for a couple days or R&R. instead, i remembered i am not alone in this battle and prayed over my baby boy. he continued to ache and whimper all night long. this morning, he joined me and brad in bed at 6:20 feeling "good". as i mentally cursed myself for leaving the window blinds open, max welcomed the day as he watched the sun rise, reporting constantly on the "frog" out in the fields.
today found my firstborn still not himself. he was real chill, content to watch movies, play golden tee golf, and play with some homemade playdoh. bear is feeling great, and insists on making up for the lack of energy max is exuding by going wild with his noises and needs. maxwell continues to heal, and i attribute each one of his gains in health to the faithfulness of my jesus. what a miracle it is to witness my baby regain strength and wellness. what a miracle that god healed my baby boy again. thank you jesus for your faithfulness.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
god, grant me the wisdom and strength to teach my boys that your ways provide satisfaction, not those of the world. equip me with your spirit lord to give my boys the blessings of a family built on christ. may i be worthy of this calling of mommy.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
monday night we joined grandma lampen and the meiste's for a little supper. per my request, we started the evening near the newish water fountains there on 8th street. one of the vendors right there sells hotdogs on homemade buns, oh amazing, and baby wanted one bad. therefore, we took our places in line while grandma watched the children squeal and run around the fountains. by the time i had spent my $45 on corndogs, fries, and that hotdog on a homemade bun, maxwell was dripping wet. soaking to the bone, head to toe drenched. and he was "freeze".
so i stripped the big and rather mischievous boy down to his undies and bundled him in a coat and blanket for the remainder of the evening. he was content as can be to ride in the stroller nakey except for his toy story underwear. bear found the events of the evening entertaining, but did not brave the waterworks as unabashedly as his bro. perhaps it was my yelling and gesturing from the picnic table while devouring the hotdog on homemade bun in a matter of three bites that prevented him from bathing in the fountain. regardless, i did not have more blankets for a nakey wes, so one nakey son was enough. after a quick stop at the peanut store for some slightly less overpriced goodies, we headed straight for the veen. my plans to take some precious pics of the freshly bathed and dressed boys were thwarted by the fountains and fun had by a certain 3 year old.
that is about enough tulip time for our family. maybe next year we will actually get those cute pics. until then, i am drowning my sorrows in caramel corn, being very careful not to pass on any nuts to max. they inspire an adverse reaction in him, gagging and some pukes. gross.