Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Pool day excitement!

Today was our first real pool day of this summer. I couldn't figure out why we hadn't gotten to the pool, until I realized we would get nothing done all morning and then I couldn't justify a pool trip when I had stuff to do. I decided if I was going to do nothing in the morning, that was the time to fit the pool in.

This one was pretty excited. Not that you can tell. It's her thinking face.

Joe was pretty stoked that I found the swim masks, and he looks crazy handsome in it.

He was pretty keen to "practice swimming" and there was this cute girl who was all kinds of keen to give him swimming lessons. She also latched on to me, which made me kind of sad, because I could tell her nanny was kind of dismissive with her. I did let the nanny know that she was a very good swimmer (after two lessons!) and that her mom might want to consider swim team next summer. So sweet girl and Joseph were playing, and all of the sudden Joe wanted to "show me something". Then he went underwater, and started swimming! Then the stupid whistle blew, so of course we stayed an hour longer so he could practice. So so proud of him!


In other news, I have no idea what I am doing for dinner. Yay.


Friday, July 6, 2012

Actually writing notes

This month, I am writing a note for someone each day. Not an email, or post it note, but a notecard.

Some might only get a drawing.


A bunch will get the the card I designed with a cool paper from Paper Source, with a note inside.


Some might get a haiku. Or a combination of all those things.

A written note is possibly my favorite thing ever. I have a stash of all the lovely notes I have received in recent years. When I felt like no one notices me, or I am sad, I can pull them out and remind myself in a tangible way, that people do notice me.

So I want to give the same gift to other people.


Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Big day!

Today Joseph asked Jesus into his heart! We did a little devotional time this morning, and afterwards he and I talked about what he learned at VBS last week, and what he thought about it all. He said he believed it all, so I asked if he wanted to pray and ask Jesus into his heart, and he did! So exciting! (the conversation was a little more complicated than that, but I am paraphrasing)

The migraine that showed me so much good.

Last Friday, I woke up at 5:30am with a migraine. I needed to be on stage at church for our VBS, which we call Kids Camp, at 9:30am. I took some Excedrine on an empty stomach and fired up a quick pray to God. "Lord, please let me make it through the skit. Amen."

I woke up 45 minutes later nauseated and I still had the migraine. I'm not normally an "up at 6:15" kind of gal, so I took advantage of the quiet, and opened my Bible. Eventually it is late enough to call a friend for urgent prayer. I get dressed, and head off to church with a bucket in the seat next to me.

I made it through the skit! I take another dose of medicine, this time with food, so it doesn't upset my stomach, and before I can turn around, there is an emergency. Now, I will sometimes joke that I really "shine" in a high, slippery, windy place because anyone who knows me, knows that is exactly where I do not shine. But a medical emergency? That is where I shine, and it has been since I was a teenager. It is the part I miss most about not being a CNA anymore. God graciously allows me to contact the dad, coordinate with my friend who was with the fainter, make sure ten kids got band aids in the meantime before the tunnel vision set in.

This is where I have to tell you how much I love my church. I hesitate to say this, because that's when things get shaken up. Over the past six years I have spent so many hours with the people at church that some of them are like family to me. It is a big church, but when I walk in, it feels cozy to me. I feel loved and taken care of by my church, and I, in turn, do not hesitate to love and care for others both within the church and outside. It is where I came to know Christ, where I was baptized, and I really just love RBC.

Everyone there was so kind and encouraging. I felt like I did very little at church this week, but they all wished me well and practically pushed me home to a dark room to recover. Somewhere around 12:30-1pm I begin to hear my cell phone going a little nuts. Word got out that I wasn't well and prayers were flooding my in box. I am lying on the couch, my eyes watering from pain, worshiping the loving God who put me in pain, so I could feel so much love. That is crazy love right there.