A heavy heart

The days have felt so long, my stomach so uneasy. It is so hard to know someone I love is hurting and there is so little I can do. I have to keep remembering the verse God has used so many times in my life.

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to the Lord and the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your heart and mind in Christ Jesus. Phil. 4:6& 7

There are sooooooooooooo many families out there that are hurting right now!!!! It is my prayer that I will no longer sit on the sidelines and wonder if they need a friend, I have learned I need to just be available. I pray God will prompt my heart to act, and I pray I will obey. I know it is not me that can change a situation, but I know God works through His children and I would be honored if He worked through me.


Families are falling apart because of pornography, drugs, alcohol, prescription medication, affairs, out of control spending and so many other things. They are everyday families hurting with a smile on their face. Families that look just like you and me, maybe this is your story today. God is our only hope. These are all symptoms of a broken heart, a heart that needs to be put back together by our creator. He is our only hope, He is the only way.

Here are three great videos that we have been showing to the youth group, if you are hurting today or know someone that is hurting today please take some time to watch them. Louie Giglio gets to the root of the issue and helps to find ways to deal with it through Truth. He really understands the power of sin, but better yet he really understands the power of Christ.

Louie Giglio To Tell The Truth
http://vimeo.com/7156049

To Bless or Impress

I have to confess I am a people pleaser to the core.
Every natural part of me wants everyone to like me.
I am constantly in the fight to keep my eyes on Jesus, to check my motives and to remember that when it is our goal to impress those around us we cannot bless those around us.
I see others lives, their blogs, their homes and I often feel inadequate. I question my parenting, my eating habits, my housekeeping and I compare myself to others.
WHY DO I DO THAT?
God made me unique!
Why do I want to be like everyone else?

A little analogy that helps me remember who I really am:

If I am a mirror and I point myself to facing others, then I will reflect others. God did not create me in the image of "others", so I feel unsatisfied.
But if I am a mirror and I face Jesus, then I will reflect Jesus in my life. That is when I find true satisfaction. Afterall that is what I was created to be, an image or reflection of Jesus.

Genesis 1:26 "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness...."

What does this world need more of anyway?
We need more of Jesus.
I need more of Jesus.
My family needs more of Jesus.

When I am in the center of His will it doesn't matter to me what anyone thinks of me and for me that is TRUE FREEDOM.

No Arms, No Legs, No Worries

Our new resource link. Top right corner.

He is amazining and has inspired many to "get back up when you fall".

This was shown to us by a good friend and I love this lady's perspcetive. I feel we have been blessed to experience "Holland" and "Italy". Both are wonderful experiences and we wouldn't trade them for anywhere else. (Well maybe Alaska. Hum, how can I make that relate?)



WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by
Emily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved


I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

First Day of Preschool

The first day of preschool had finally arrived this fine sunny morning. For the past three weeks, Gavin would get so excited that he would actually shake when he talked about it. Primarily about the part where he gets to ride the big yellow bus. Well, as the story goes, after three weeks of being excited about riding the bus, Gavin now had second thoughts. When he woke up this morning he wasn't too sure he really wanted to go to preschool. When the bus arrived he "ran away". We finally talked him into trying it just one time. After a few tears, he consented and drove onto the bus ramp.

So, it didn't take long and he was ready to go with a smile on his face again! This was, of course, after dad had promised to follow behind in the car along with having his sisters and cousins waving and cheering him on (thanks be to the support/cheering squad).

...and so, as it turned out, he had a wonderful day playing outside, eating pizza and playing Duck Duck Goose.

On the way home from school mommy asked "did you make any new friends." He said, "no I didn't make friends, I meet friends." I think he wanted to make it clear to mommy that he can't "make" friends.

A little later he said, "I sure love preschool, thank you mommy for letting me go to preschool." I suppose sometimes our kiddos just need a little tearful persuasion.

"Brave"

We have a new song on our play list, one that brings back so many memories.

This song was there in the car as I drove down the freeway to see Gavin in the hospital, while I took time in the car to eat some lunch or just go somewhere comfortable for awhile, a refuge from the hospital. It was there when I drove him to and from all of his first appointments.

In the beginning of Gavin's life he and I spent a lot of time at Sacred Heart and Shriner's Hospital. Honestly I had many moments of feeling alone and scared. I remember sitting in the van one day praying and crying to God "I wish someone could be here with me, and I distinctly remember Him saying, in my heart, "I am here and I am all you need". Oh, I love when He does that. Around the same time this song became one of my favorites.

I dedicate this song to Gavin: he makes me want to be brave, he makes me not want to ever get caught up in the "status quo", he makes me want to let go and see what God is going to do.

If Your Happy and You Know It, Then Your Face will Surely Show It!

When Eli laughs it makes me laugh.
When we talk to Eli it makes him smile.
Life really isn't about what we can do, it is more about who we are.
Eli is a very sweet and pleasant boy that loves people.
It really doesn't matter that he can't really talk, or walk or even hold up his head. Those are things that make life more acceptable, but would Eli be happier if he could walk?

I heard a story of a family with a little girl similar to Eli. The family tried everything to help her get better, but the dad said something very profound. He said we are doing all these treatments for us, it is not for her, she is happy.

I want Eli to get better, but I have to think why?

I want him to get better because it would be easier if he could hold up his own head. It would be so fun to see him walk. I would love to hear him say mommy, but ya know what.

He is Happy and I Know it, Because His Face Surely Shows It.