Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Maddy Cake Makes Her Appearance
Friday, November 23, 2007
And Baby Will Make 3!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Counting Down...
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Awaiting the End
Where the heck the high blood pressure came from beats me. I was pretty relaxed, been home doing not too much, but it hit me hard one day in the doctor's office and boy do they not like that! My BP was 160/98 on Wednesday, so I got admitted right to the hospital after having ultrasound #6 and told by like 3 nurses I'd be induced and would leave with a baby.
Well, the baby didn't happen. They put me on bed rest there and gave me fun pills that make my head tingle. I stayed 2 nights, it was boring, but I have to say pretty restful. I also got fun pills to make me sleep at night, I miss those now that I'm home again!
My blood pressure reacted well to the meds, and my body is not showing signs of being ready to induce, so they sent me home with lots of little yellow pills and strict bed rest. So, now I only get to go to the bathroom. I thought I had it bad before! Soon as I walked in the door, I wanted to clean the house. Good thing Denny's off for the weekend, he can make me stay in bed...
I am taking a break to sit at the computer, but just a little break won't hurt...right?! I have a BP montior at home so I can watch my own BP and I get to continue my 2-3 times weekly visits to Dr's and hospital until baby is born.
The nurses really had us going, we thought for sure we'd have a baby by the weekend, but the specialist didn't want to risk inducing when my body and baby weren't ready if they could get my blood pressure down. They keep telling me they want her to cook a little longer if at all possible. I understand and it makes total sense. Its best for baby to come on her own if we can. Having a c-section is a big risk with all the fibroids of hemorraging and having to have blood transfusions and inducing when body is not ready is almost asking for intervention like c-section or vacuums or forceps. So, we wait now.
If this littel girl doesn't pop out by my due date in 11 sleeps, then they'll induce, or if my BP stops reacting well to meds and goes back up. So, we know we at least won't have to wait much longer than 11 sleeps since they don't want me to pass my due date.
Baby is teaching momma patience already! I feel really relaxed about this, oddly, more than before. Anxious for her to come, but knowing there's an end in sight is making it easier to cope with.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Lost
Thursday, September 20, 2007
September
Well, Denny and I celebrated our 1st Anniversary this month - very exciting! Its amazing how quickly it passed, but still feels like we've been married for a few years. Maybe because we're expecting a baby already! I love him more and more every day and I'm so excited for when he becomes a daddy.
We had our Doctor's appointment yesterday. We haven't had one for 5 weeks now, so it is so relieving to hear the baby's heartbeat again! Denny goes to as many appointments as he can. He tries to finish his work in time to make my afternoon appointments. Its so cute how involved he is and how he makes sure I remember to ask all the questions we've had between appointments.
Baby is doing great! I thank God for that! I, however, will continue to have a lot of discomfort and pain. Apparently I have gained a little bit of weight since my last appointment, yikes, so I need to get out walking more no matter how hard or painful it is. And my uterus has already stretched to the size it should be at full term because of the fibroids. So, as it continues to stretch considering that I technically have 10 weeks left, it may get even more painful.
The fibroids grew a small amount since the last ultrasound, the smaller one growing the most, but not a huge amount. The big fibroid at the top has decided to lodge itself up and under my ribs, making it EXTREMELY hard to breathe. I get about 3-4 hours sleep at the most. Usually naps last only 20 minutes. The doctor is recommending that I find a way to sleep in a reclined or semi-sitting position for the rest of the pregnancy. So, we're going to have to make some changes and be creative to be sure that I sleep and the baby gets oxygen!
Because my uterus is stretched already to its "term" size and because of the fibroids, the chances of my body going into labor early are higher. No guarantees, but higher. I see my OBGYN tomorrow to discuss with her options of planning a c-section in order to relieve my discomfort early. Having a c-section will not decrease or change the risk of fibroid hemorrhaging so opting for the c-section at this point would only be to put me out of some misery. The baby can safely be taken in the 37th week, so that would cut it 3-5 weeks shorter for me. As hard as this has been, I pray that baby stays inside and that I don't go into labor before the 36/37 week mark so she gets the most benefit out of growing inside!
We're excited now that we're at the stage where we go to the doctor every two weeks, which means we're that much closer. She is quite the little wiggler and Denny likes putting his head on my tummy and feeling her kick his head as well as hearing her swish around. We can't wait for this stage to be over and for our little baby to start worrying us on the outside!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The Pains of Childbirth
I have to say this is a really hard thing to go through. A lot of people say that I am lucky to stay home, but it feels like torchure to me. I've never been good at sitting still, being told what to do and I'm not a big fan of the pain and discomfort that has come along with this stay home.
God has blessed me with a child and I have to keep that at the forefront of my mind when I have full days I have to spend in bed because of pain or because I can't breathe. Sometimes our little girl will move so much that it makes me laugh and I thank God for those times that I'm reminded why this is happening. To bring God's little creation into our lives.
I have to admit, I spend some of the hard days crying and feeling really lonely. I like being busy and it's so hard for me when I don't feel busy and part of the world anymore, when I can't even do a menial task like dusting my house (which I'm sure again most people are jealous of!) without putting me in bed for 24-48 hours.
But, through this I know that God's will is most important and this too shall pass. It's funny, no matter what I go through, what I think is the "hardest thing that has ever happened to me", it's a great opportunity for God to break me. Sitting back and listening to what God has to say when you're flat on your back is amazing.
I was thinking about it one day, I decided when I was a young girl I was going to get pregnant and have a baby some day with little or no thought as to how it was going to come out. The reality and all the things you hear never prepare you for when you start to feel the baby getting bigger and the realization - it has to come out!! Oh my goodness. No matter HOW it comes out, it's going to hurt!
I'm sure at some point every pregnant woman has that little panic moment where she gets a dose of reality that you may have got it in there, but it's not going to be fun getting it out! Then God just impressed on me in my bible reading that day about sending Jesus into the world.
My specialist basically told me to expect my pain to increase until the day the baby comes. That the pain would be classed as severe, and no matter what I was the only one that would feel extremely uncomfortable by this. I wonder how Jesus felt, being sent to earth, knowing that what He had to do was going to be so hard.
In the anticipation of having a child and the prospect of increasing pain, how different was it for Jesus that even through the gifts and wonders He was a part of and saw, there was the underlying pain that was expected? There was the pain of loving us so much, but watching us destroy ourselves, sin and ultimately try to destroy Him.
Romans 8: 21-28 Says, "...Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens. All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it's not only around us; it's within us. The Spirit of God is arousing within. We're also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not deminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course don't see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.
Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter. He does our praying in and for us, making power out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition and keeps us present before God. That's why we can be so sure that every detail of our lives of love for God is worked into something good."
Romans 8:31-32 "With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn't hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending His own Son, is there anything else He wouldn't gladly and freely do for us?"
These verses have been highlighted in my bible for years, but as I lay in bed wondering how I will get through the pain of my last months of pregnancy and the pains of having this baby, I'm thankful to read these verses again. Not to get me through my own pain, but to appreciate what God did, what Jesus did for me.
No matter what pain I think of, the joy of imagining holding my child, of meeting her makes me remember that this too shall pass, that it will end and I will have the little goal in my arms. The love I have for this child already is phenomenal! Man, God's love for us is so much greater! He knew the pain His Son would suffer, yet He was willing. We make Him cry every day and yet, that didn't stop Him from creating us!
In the moments where I'm blessed enough to spend quiet time worshiping God, I understand why He did that. In those intimate moments where we bring Him glory and we praise Him and we are close to Him; those times when we reach out to others who are hurting, when we share Jesus with those who don't know Him, He knows why He created us. He's proud of us, He loves us. And the pains of childbirth, the pain that Jesus suffered for us, the pain the God feels when we disappoint Him get put aside because He loves us and He is proud of us.
Maybe its my own simplified view of God, but it makes sense to me and I am thankful that God's love is bigger than the pain.
Monday, August 13, 2007
My Newest Struggle
I have struggled with a long time what to write on my blog. There has been a lot going on, but sitting down to put it in words is hard. Where do I start and how do I keep from crying? I usually try to be funny; although I'm probably the only person who actually thinks I'm funny. But this time, I'm not sure how to make it funny!
Denny & I were surprised in February to find out we were pregnant. How exciting! We didn't expect it because, well, let's just say ovulation tests suck and a negative isn't really always negative!! Ha ha!
(PS, don't laugh at this awful picture, I'm not a good-looking pregnant woman, okay?!)
At almost 12 weeks I had an ultrasound because I was starting to get quite the swollen uterus, so Dr thought - "Maybe twins?". Well, was I sweating! First of all, my husband wants ONE kid and only one and I'm pretty sure I'll have to bribe him to have a second. Second of all, how in the WORLD do you deal with two at once! But, I told God - Your Will is Your Will. Weren't we surprised again to find out it wasn't twins, but one baby and one fibroid tumor!
Fibroid tumors are 99% non-cancerous, but I was told they can in rare cases cause complications during pregnancy. At the time I was told they would monitor me with ultrasounds to see if it would grow...as they usually do during trimester 2 due to high amounts of estrogen. So, I was sent off not to worry, baby would be fine.
Now, the part of me that tries to be funny joked that it is twins, one just doesn't have arms and legs - I imagined that our little tadpole was talking to the tumor, but the tumor doesn't respond...sick, I know.
By almost 19 weeks, my next ultrasound showed the original fibroid to have doubled in size and that there was now a second one, as well my placenta is pretty close to my cervix. Gross anatomy, sorry everyone if you don't like to here those girly-part words.
Now I'm panicking a little more, by week 22 the big fibroid, located at the top of my uterus, is like 4 inches around and the other one, in the front of my uterus is half that size. My weeks 22 ultrasound was a emergency ultrasound because the top fibroid was making me extremely nauteous pressing on my stomach. I can feel the blood pumping in it as well - it's kinda like being on a ride you didn't want to go on, but you can't get off. I had also been experiencing some pain, so that worried me a little.
Where am I at now? Well, I can't work because I'm terribly uncomfortable and am starting to experience more pain. Depending on where my little kicker is located I also can't sit as my whole inside is up so high it is too uncomfortable to explain. So, I'm sitting at home everyday, spending as much of the day in bed as I can. I am lonely, bored, afraid and depressed.
I was told by my specialist that as time passes I can assume the pain will become more and more unbearable. Fibroids only grow so big, once they reach their potential size, the blood supply gets cut off and they degenerate, or break apart, causing severe pain. I will manage this pain with bed rest and pain meds. Worst case senario, they continue to grow in size, or I grow more. Also, they are known to cause contractions and in some cases early labor.
Sitting in my 25th week, as much as I can't wait until my little darling is born - I am petrified of this happening any time soon.
So, I haven't been funny yet, but I can't think of anything good...but I will say that even though this has all bee really hard to deal with and it's unknown and it sucks that the doctor and specialist say that I will continue to suffer...I have to say, God has brought blessing, as He always does...here comes the crying.
Most of you that are reading this probably already know all this, but I wanted to put it here for anyone that wants an update and just so that I can look back later and see what has been overcome...sorry if I'm repeating myself...skip to the end...
Anyways - the good news is our baby is developing fine, like nothing is wrong. A little crowded, but has had no problems with development. And even though I'm convinced baby tries to talk to the little tumors growing with her and wonders why they are different, baby has no idea there is anything wrong.
I have been feeling this baby kick since week 16 because my uterus is more stretched than most at that stage and baby continues to kick like she's trying to beat me everyday. I am thankful for that. The minute I could feel the kicking I felt that I was going to be able to handle this. Even though sometimes she gets carried away using my bladder as a trampoline, I am so thankful she's a mover - it gives me so much joy and hope.
Another blessing is that God placed the biggest fibroid on top of my uterus. This is the best place for it to be as it is less likely to cause complications such as early labor, or block the cervix. So, if baby ever decides to stop laying across me, she might have a normal birth!
I have had amazing support from friends and family through this and I appreciate everyone's prayers for our little one. Most people know, it is a girl...it's been confirmed twice...how could it not be with the number of ultrasounds I'm having! We can't wait until our little girl knows all the people that prayed for her before they knew her.
As I walk through the rest of this, I don't know what to expect. Some days I expect to feel fine and then I have a day like Saturday where I couldn't get out of bed the whole day. But, God has given me the next 3-1/2 months to get close to Him, no excuses! I have 24 hours a day to pray, read my Bible, get angry with Him, cry with Him, reason with Him, take my lumps and discipline, worship Him and just to love Him. I have a chance to allow Him to bring a miracle into our lives and show me once again how strong I can be with His help. I am thankful for that.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Who is God to You Today?
As I was spending time thinking about God today I was thinking about who God is to me right now. In the past He has been The Teacher as I soaked up His words, hungry for everything I could learn from Him and about Him. “Men cry out under a load of oppression; they plead for relief from the arm of the powerful. But no one says “Where is God my maker, who gives songs in the night; Who teaches more to us than to the beasts of the earth and makes us wiser than the birds of the air?” Job 35:9-11.
Through quite a few periods of my life He has been The Provider. He has opened doors of financial provision and hope. He provided me wonderful friends when my heart was most fragile and allowed me to marry a man that brought healing to a lonely heart. God has even been My Bride Groom as I went through extreme loneliness. I remember being at home in prayer one day and I could see Him reach out His hand to me to ask me to dance with him. He danced with me everyday, and then handed me to my husband at the right time.
He has been The Warrior in my daily prayer battle. I remember a time when I would pray from morning to night and bask in His presence as I cried out to Him on behalf of those who could not battle for themselves. I connected with God as I put on the armor and stood in the gap for the hurting. “I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven; whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven”. Matt 16:19.
He has been My Hope for better things to come. “But me, I’m not giving up, I’m sticking around to see what God will do. I’m waiting for God to make things right. I’m counting on God to listen to me.” Micah 7:7. His Hope has brought me encouragement through times I did not know how to get through on my own.
I’ve been struggling lately with Who God is to me today. I have to say, since I’ve been sick and struggling with my job I have felt on the outside of all understanding of who God has proved to be in my life. I mean, I know it, I believe it and I love God more than breath, but my relationship with Him feels like dead air.
It’s that awkward silence when you meet someone new and you’re husband leaves the room and you’re forced to find something to say to the person sitting in the room next to you, but you can’t think of a thing. You know, that loud silence, usually broken by that gas bubble that decides to move in your stomach and embarrass you with that loud eeerrrrreeeeeeet-t-t-t at the most inappropriate time!
With all I have experienced, with all I know about my Faithful God, with the Mighty things I’ve seen, why do I feel so dead inside? Why is my prayer time silent as I struggle with even knowing what to pray for? Why am I so lazy and too tired to spend time with the God that can heal the sick? Why do I remain in the habits that do not edify my body?
I don’t know who God is to me today, but as I seek Him; as I little-by-little invite Him to be the biggest part of my day again, I believe that God will renew my passion. I know that He will show me new things and He will restore my tired attitude.
“What I am doing, I do not understand; for I am not practicing what I would like to do, but I am doing the very thing I hate.” Rom 7:15
Maybe He is My Hope again, maybe He is My Teacher again, or maybe He is something new to me now. Maybe He is my Quest and My Mystery.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Long Hair
So, I have a dilema. See, I love my husband. Yes, I love him more than chocolate cake, although at certain times of the month WHILE I'm eating chocolate cake I could swear that I actually forget that I'm married because it's so yummy. But anyways - I love him, so I want to make him happy and do the things that he thinks are beautiful.
Thing is, I'm sick of combing out this scarecrow mop of browny-blonde mess every morning! You see, I didn't know BEFORE we were married he liked it - I thought he liked it shorter. Cause when I got my haircut he always said how nice it looked.
Not to say that I'm disappointed with my marriage by any means, but it's interesting the little things that come up that you didn't get to discuss before the marriage.
Like the fact that I didn't know that Denny hates grocery shopping and especially on Sundays. How was I to be prepared for the fact that every night he shares my knee pillow with me; and even though he's so skinny, he manages to use at least 3/4 of the blankets at night?
I'm sure he had no idea that only one of my eyes open for the first 1/2 hour that I'm awake, or that when I'm washing my hair I make multiple little hairballs and leave them on the side of the tub so they don't clog the drain. Apparently if you aren't aware, they can appear to be a nest of spiders crawling on the tub.
Who knew?
But the best surprise is how much he loves and supports me. I love the little notes that get left out for me when he's out for the night, the back rubs when I'm not sleeping well, the little giggles that he does when something I do is really funny.
I'm so glad there's so many surprises in marriage! God has given me a life full of surprises.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
2006
Last year was a tough year for me. When I recount....hhhmmmm, what happened? Well, I started the year off in January by firing the only 2 employees that worked for me. I was 2 months into my new management position and was forced to fire my only employees, leaving me with a busy department on my own.
Following that; the news that if I could get through February without earning an extra cent, I would get out of my bankruptcy without paying anything further to my trustee. I was guaranteed by my boss that our bonuses would not be rewarded until March - I was in the home stretch. I think I must have thrown up in my mouth when my boss came and told me that on February 28th, the LAST day of the month, our bonuses were "surprisingly" deposited into our accounts. Isn't that nice. That 24 hours cost me an extra $3000. There was nothing I could do to stop it. It was like watching that part on the Griswold's Christmas vacation where Clark tells his whole family he paid for a pool even though he didn't have that Christmas bonus yet. Could his family have been any more excited? Remember the tear of happiness in his eye? Then remember the crushing blow when he opened the envelope from his work to find a year's subscription to the Jelly of the Month Club? Ya, that face couldn't describe the face I had when I had to THANK my boss for the bonus that COST me $3000!
So, that behind me, I happily went on my way believing that the year was bound to get better. I, of course, had to go about the daunting and impossible task of interviewing candidate after candidate to work for me. This was inbetween my 12 hour days trying to keep the company afloat; and while offering for a salary "peanuts" that I would not even offer a rabid squirrel.
For a few months beginning the year, a very crazy reality reached up and wacked me in the face everyday - "You're dating a man that's not yet divorced"! I know most of you know, that Denny's divorce was not yet final when we began dating. We decided we would not get engaged until the divorce was final. (We also said we wouldn't kiss until the day we got married. RIGHT.) So, that meant that I would have to muster up the last granule of patience that I possibly could to wait for my boyfriend to ask me to marry him. I think I pooped a little when the divorce certificate came in the mail. You may be thinking, "Hmm, is that right that she was excited to see a marriage come to an end?"
Don't go there - that's a whole ball of feelings you don't want this Drama Queen to help you understand!
So, that precious day came on March 9th when my Boyfriend gave me a Kinder Egg with a little diamond ring as a prize. I couldn't have been happier! Finally, I was going to marry the man I loved! Any pact we made not to kiss until our wedding day was pretty much annihilated that night. Happily, like a Fuzzy Little Bunny in a park, I went skipping along knowing that life was what it should be once again. Rough start? Yes, but NOW was my time!
So, this little Fuzzy Bunny left work early one day in May. I left early to pick up my cute little neice from DayCare so I could spend the weekend with her. On the way home a lovely 2006 Silver Hyundai Accent decided to run over the Fluffy Happy Bunny! I was hit hard by a man who decided STOP signs are not manditory. Billy, my wonderful car and companion, decided to fight back and sent the man flying into a yard on the side of the road. All I have to say is, poor Raynae didn't get picked up and God Bless Billy. *A moment of silence here would be appropriate.*
What a PAIN in the butt it is to take the little bit of money you get for your old junked car and find something that you can drive with that amount. It was NOT my favorite thing to do! I attempted to learn to drive Denny's standard truck and not a word of a lie ended up completely SOAKING my pants with urine I was laughing so hard doing the funky chicken. So, since that didn't work I saw Denny 24/7. He picked me up, I saw him at work, he took me home from work and we hung out until bed time. I don't find being married to him as hard as that was!
About when this mess was over is when I decided to stop taking the medication I had been on since January for the little pockets of infection that had riddled my body since a teenager. Due to the harshness of the medication, nearly 1/3 of my hair had fallen out as a side affect, my lips were so dry I considered making a career change to start sanding furniture for a living; and the bi-weekly blood tests for my the high cholesterol that developed had taken it's toll. I was sure that I had seen my doctor so many times in 6 months that I'd be invited to her family Christmas dinner this year. (To add to all this pain, I never did get that invitation in the mail.) So, I QUIT the medication out of sheer frustration.
So, that being said, God sent a very special, very bandaged Angel to watch over me during that accident, because besides a bruised liver that healed quickly; I was not hurt seriously. AND best of all, the burn marks from the airbag washed out of my brand new pink zip-up that I was wearing - SO that HAD to be the last bad thing that would happen - after all - I was getting married!!
Fuzzy Bunny had a few burnt patches of hair, but deciding to bouce back, got in that new OLD Toyota Corolla and drove it with pride. Until July 26th when the newly named "Sally" was hit from behind. I didn't think that within 2 months I'd hear "write-off" twice. But, there I was with another ICBC cheque, looking for another new car, thinking that God MAY be laughing at me.
More work and responsibility was given to me at work. I was planning a wedding, which is enough to make any woman wish she had become a Nun at the age of 16. I was told that they needed me to take on even more and hire and train another employee. I just kept saying YES, NO problem, I can handle it! All the while I was slowly starting to feel like I wanted to walk out and quit at any moment. I had about 3 or 4 colds, but I was determined to get well and get through our wedding without falling apart.
We had the most WONDERFUL wedding. It went off wonderfully. My mom MAY have freaked out about the order of the silverwear on the table at one point, but other than that, I think ours was the best wedding I had ever seen! I had so many wonderful friends and family that made our day truly beautiful and cherished to us...
Then, on September 9th, 2006 I ceased being a virgin. I was finally a married woman and I loved it! We had the most awesome 2 nights after our wedding before our honeymoon at the River Rock Casino Resort, where we ate, did IT, won $135 and watched movies. We then got on our plane for the honeymoon that we saved and saved all year to pay cash for. We spent a week in California and 3 days before we were set to fly home, I started feeling like the year was taking its toll and I was getting a little sick. Nothing major, just a strange tired feeling. It sort-of ruined the much anticipated Magic Mountain day. I was only able to handle one big roller-coaster and it was a little tough to keep on my feet in the heat. But, we got through the last few days and still had a great time.
Unbeknownst to me, I was a carrier for Mono and one month later I began my journey into Hell on earth. I missed 3 weeks of work and spent 2 nights in Surrey Memorial Hospital. And even worse, during this time I began soul-searching. I made the dumbest decision I've ever made in my life during this time. I decided I would go to College. People in my life should have known I was loopy from the Morphine and various other drugs I was obviously on, but NO they decided to support me!
So, my wonderful, supportive husband agreed that God's leading to take a Leap of Faith was one we would follow, so here I am ushering a New Year with a goal to quit my job and everything I know to be normal; to become a 29-year-old student. Going into a field that I have never set foot into, but have an unnatural excitment for. I have $6000 to save, because I have no credit and can't get a loan, I have to work RETAIL in order to pay rent during school - all to gamble on whether or not I'll do well and actually get a job!
I lost my Granmother this year too. But, after all the hard experiences I've had this year, her death really showed me the most out of anything this year. You see, when I think about my Grandmother I think about a woman who loved God more than life. Who had struggles and her little idiosyncrasies, but always prayed, always followed, always cherished her God. She was a woman that loved her husband so much that when he passed, she went with him, though not physically. They served God together and when I think about them both, I smile. When I think about them I think of how wonderful they were; how they cared for their children and the work of God. How they took care of each other until the last minute she lost the man she loved. She was true to him every day of her marriage. She wasn't afraid to be who she was and she was proud of what God had given her, no matter how small.
So, when I think of her, I think that I want people to remember me the way I remember my Grandparents. I want the ones I leave behind to remember that I loved my God and followed Him no matter how tough. I want people to remember that all my flaws were part of my character, but that every year they noticed a new part of me being smoothed by my Maker. I want my friends, family and those who need a hand to remember that I was always there and that my heart would break for them and that I would give all of my heart to them in God's name. I want people to remember the look in my eye when I looked at my husband. How much I cared for him and loved him, how I treasured him with every action.
Last year was a tough year, and 2007 will have it's moments, but I know my God will show Himself to me this year, just as He did last year and every year of my life. I know He is faithful and as long as I am in His Will, I will be okay.
"But me, I'm not giving up. I'm sticking around to see what GOD will do. I'm waiting for God to make things right. I'm counting on God to listen to me." Micah 7:7