Stuff

Those of you who know me well know that I love things to be uncluttered and organized. Not perfect, but fairly clean and simplified. Y'know, where everything has a home, stuff isn't just shoved into closets, etc.

I don't know why, but even though the town house we live in technically has more square footage than our home in Indiana, I have had a heck of a time feeling settled and organized in this "house." (Maybe because I had more closets in Indiana?)

So, during this pregnancy, my nesting urges have really kicked in. For months now I've been on a steady pace, tackling various drawers, cupboards, closets, and shelves. I love the feeling when I get one done, but lately it's been feeling like I've hardly made a dent.

Then there's Christmas. For the past couple of years my mom and I have been expressing that we want to downsize the amount of gifts given. And I think we both made a concerted effort this year. She even had me do some of her shopping for her, so I can't complain--and the kids got things they can definitely use and be creative with, too. But somehow, when we arrived home yesterday after spending Christmas with my family in Waconia, I still couldn't believe the amount of stuff we came home with! The amount seems equal to the last four of my Goodwill donations combined!

I feel like I know most of the tricks...rotate toys, keep an ongoing Goodwill box handy (I do--and it fills often), sort toys into piles of "keep, throw, sell," lay out all the ______ (purses, stuffed animals, or whatever) and tell the kids they can choose a certain amount to keep, adopt the policy "for everything that comes in, something goes out," etc. etc.

So what am I missing? Why do I always feel like there's too much stuff? (Now, mind you, I did not feel this way at our house in Indiana.) What are your secrets for simplifying your stuff--especially on the kid front?

When You're 3...

(Disclaimer...I did a post similar to this sometime last year. Well here we go again...)

Did you know that being 3 can be harder than being 2? Yes, it's true. And I'm not sure whom it's harder on--you or the momma who spends all day trying to parent you.

You see, when you're 3, stuff bugs you and no one can figure out why. You might wake up smiling, but that quickly fades when you realize someone else picked the cereal you wanted and they got to put it on the counter first. Then you will be upset when you wanted the orange bowl and there weren't any left. If there are orange bowls available, the same upset will occur if the spoon is not the matching shade of orange to coordinate with your bowl. Oh, and you won't appreciate the wisdom in Mom's "Get what you get and you don't throw a fit" ditty.

Next you will be mad that one of your sisters sat on the stool you had secretly claimed as yours. After making a second choice, your stool is bound to be pushed too far in or out, and once again mommy will have to coach you on manners on how to ask nicely for an adjustment. You don't appreciate the lesson and begin whining and crying for your teddy bear. When told that no, mommy won't be complying with the request, your volume and hopping ability immediately escalate. You are removed to the bathroom to calm yourself down and everone gets to enjoy the lovely not-so-muffled toddler serenade. You eventually regain your composure and are let out of your confinement, and breakfast proceeds. You happily wave the girls off to school and it's just you and Mom to tackle the morning.

You are happy to watch a bit of Sesame Street or Super "Y" until Mom says it's time to shut the TV off. Then the next battle ensues...getting dressed. Inevitably, you won't appreciate the socks going on (though later, no one dare try to take them off--they've become special to you) and then you won't like any of the pants available to wear. You'll want to stand up and pull them up yourself, except you're still learning how and that infuriates you. And your shirts--you'll deem most to be acceptable, except when you want to stay in your cereal crusted pajama top all day and Mom says no.

So finally it's time to get dressed to go wherever we're going in this freezing weather. You get to pick whether you want boots or shoes, but somehow neither will make you happy. And you'll also want to do those yourself--which is hit or miss of course. Suddenly you are convinced that the shoes that fit yesterday are suddenly too tight, or your boots don't come up as high as you want them to. So finally we get your coat on and move on to the hat and mittens. You insist on the hat that itches or bugs your ears, and no amount of fixing will make it right. Same with the mittens--those darn thumb holes. Mom finally scoops you up and out to the van, and your fit escalates more as you wanted to open the door yourself, climb into the seat yourself, etc. etc. Then the seat belt that was fine yesterday is too tight today. Mom ignores your complaints and you eventually forget about why you were mad.

The rest of the day includes more of the same. And have I mentioned that you're in that in-between nap stage? Many days you could use one, but then you're often awake 'til all hours. We've been through this before with 2 other children. This too shall pass.

In the meantime, Mom prays often for wisdom as to when to use timeouts, when to spank and when to instruct or distract. She also prays for a lot of self control with her own words and actions--not always succeeding. But God is good. His mercies are new every morning. I bet you wouldn't guess by this post that most days I actually enjoy hanging out with my little guy, and that I love being a stay at home mom. Well, believe it or not, it's true. I'm even looking forward to doing this all again one more time, beginning in February.

P.S. I'm actually not looking for sympathy or advice. Writing about it just helps me see the humor in it all.

And I've said this before and I'll say it again--It really is a good thing God makes them cute. Covers a multitude.

It's a What?!

Yesterday the Crim girls were over for lunch. A discussion ensued about the gender of our baby who's due in February. Everyone cast their vote: Karin--girl, Kara Jo--boy, and Nathan--"I think it's a goldfish!"

This reminds me of when Jen was pregnant with Karin. They weren't finding out the gender, but Jay was praying hard for a sister. After she was born and he discovered it was a girl, he wondered out loud "What if I prayed for a baby kangaroo?!"

P.S. Yesterday marked 30 weeks for me!

Christmas Music Recommendations?

Hey all! Our computer crashed last week so I've been out of commission. Thank you, however, to the kind souls (P&B) who gave us one they weren't using last night. I had been praying about that. What a blessing!

Anyway, just wanted to ask if anyone had any good recommendations for Christmas music? I realized I'm getting a little tired of the 4 CD's I own--and have owned for years. My collection consists of: an Amy Grant, 2 Michael W. Smiths, and a Steven Curtis Chapman. So I'm looking to expand! Would like something from a different style--maybe Jazz or something beyond choral/traditional. What are some of your favorites?

Moments

This past weekend was one of those that makes you wonder "What was I thinking--trying to parent 3 children with another on the way? I stink as a mom, I don't know how to do this right. I'm surely messing my kids up."

Nothing out of the ordinary really. It was a Saturday. Wade was up at the farm and the kids and I were home for some much needed down time. But they bickered and bugged. Nathan whined and wailed. I fought back tears as I struggled with patience and the need for wisdom in parenting. I did keep myself from yelling at the top of my lungs and/or saying things that would really wound their spirits (unfortunately I have done both before, more times than I can count)--so small victories I guess. Anyway, the kids weren't horrible, but they were driving me crazy. I knew it and they knew it. I just feel crummy after days like that.

Last night there was a bit of a bright spot, though. As I tucked the girls into bed, we took some extra time to chat. (We should do that more often--but I'm always in a hurry to get them to bed it seems.) Abby shared a prayer of hers that God had answered.

"Mom, I got to talk to two of my classmates today about how Christmas is really about Jesus coming...and Easter is really about Him dying on the cross for us. My classmates had never heard that before and were so surprised to find out that Christmas and Easter aren't just about presents and candy! And Mom, I had just prayed the night before that God would give me an opportunity to share His love in a way where I wouldn't be embarrassed. And He did!"

This time I fought back tears of gratitude.

The kids and I talk a lot about looking for chances to share God's love & to speak His truth in love. When I was growing up, my dad used to say to me every morning before I left for school "Be nice to people." I have adapted that with my own kids and they often hear me say "Love people with God's truth" as they are walking out the door to catch the bus.

Whether God is using me & my utterly imperfect self to shape my kids, or whether He's growing them in spite of me, (hopefully both) I am thankful that some of the right stuff is getting through somehow. :) Thanks Lord.

"Why?"

One night when I was tucking Nathan in at bedtime, our conversation went like this:

Nathan: "Mommy, I scared."
Me: "You don't have to be scared, Honey. Jesus is with you."
Nathan: "Mama, why He protect me?"
Me: "Because He loves you."
Nathan: "Why He love me?"
Me: "Because He made you."
Nathan: "Why He made me?"
Me: "Because He wants you to love Him."
Nathan: "Why He maked Abby?"
Me: "Because He wants her to love Him."
Nathan: "Why He maked Daddy?"
Me: "Because He wants him to love Him."
Nathan: "Why He maked you?"
Me: "Because He wants me to love Him."

(OK, maybe there was stalling going on right about now, but it's good to think through these things, right?)

Nathan: "Oh. Why He maked Bear?" (teddy bear)
Me: "Well, people made Bear."
Nathan: "No, God maked Bear."
Me: "God wanted you to have someone to snuggle with at night.
I love you, Nathan."
Nathan: "I wuv you, Mama."

My Calling

(Note: photo is not of the actual delivery in mention.)

Many of you read Facebook, so you already know that I've gotten to attend a couple of births as a doula. But I haven't posted anything about it on my blog, nor have I mentioned the amazing birth I got to be a doula for this past week.

As I've mentioned before, I am on staff at Woodwinds (hospital) now as part of the volunteer doula program. It's one of the only hospitals in the country to offer a doula to any mom in labor who desires one, free of charge. Right now there are about 35 of us on staff, and we each take approximately one 24 hour shift a month to be on call. Well, I've had 2 days where I've been on call, but hadn't been called in for a birth yet. (The one birth I had attended was for a private client, and was a very very quick labor!) I had been excited & ready to put my skills into practice while everything's fresh in my mind, especially since I know that once my baby arrives in a few months, I will probably need to take a good 4 months or so off from being a doula. I wanted some experience under my belt, and the chance to build my confidence in this field before I need to take a break for a while.

Anyway, I had just been praying about all of this, knowing that God has clearly led me to this point. He has opened door after door, and confirmed repeatedly that He has suited me for this role and brought me to this place of readiness. So I placed it in His hands. I told Him I would trust Him to provide a birth in His time, even if it wasn't my time.

And lo and behold I got a call last Tuesday from my supervisor; they needed a second doula that day (more than one mother was requesting one) and it worked out for me to come in. Thank You, Lord!

Upon my arrival, the nurse briefed me on the couple's birth stats (cm dilated, when water had broken, etc.) and also gave me a bit of their background. Said both the husband and wife were medical professionals themselves at another hospital--highly educated and very knowledgeable medically. (The husband is even a doctor himself.) For a minute I was tempted to be intimidated, as I am fairly new, but thought to myself "Well, they are asking for a doula. I know I have something to offer, and I am capable of doing a good job for them as a doula." And that was that. It turned out that they were the most wonderful couple. I was with them for 14 hours--over the span of 3 nurse shift changes, and they were so grateful that someone would stay with them throughout their entire labor. They also expressed that they didn't think the birth would have gone nearly as smoothly had they not had a doula. The husband, even though he had actually performed some deliveries himself in med school years ago, still didn't feel like he knew a lot about labor itself, or how to support his wife through it. I loved working with them as a team, helping the mother cope with contractions, and with pushing. I truly felt honored to be a part of their birth experience. And this just confirmed to me once again that God has designed me to do this--and to do it well.

What joy it brings to use your gifts to serve God, and to bless others.

Because I Said So?

Abby came home from school the other day and announced with a bit of irritation,
"Mom, none of the kids were obeying me at school today."

Me: "Honey, why did you think they should be obeying you?"
Abby: "Because I was there." (Duh.)

Yeah, that's our wish as parents, too.

*Incidentally, I found out it had been Abby's day to be in charge of something at school, so there was just cause for her irritation. Sure sounded funny without the context, though.

My Little Cub Turns 3

Happy 3rd Birthday Nathan! (Was yesterday.) Nathan, you have been a treat to have around since you entered this world in South Bend, IN 3 years ago. You are full of personality, and definitely all boy. You love anything to do with tools, construction, baseball bats, guns, and loud vroom vroom noises. I love the way you love to help your daddy fix things--he says you're pretty helpful, too! You've also become very verbal. At church, they said you're definitely ready to move up to the 3 year old nursery, as instead of just grabbing toys like other toddlers, you negotiate! I can believe it, as you attempt to negotiate with me, too--regarding diaper change, nap time, washing hands, etc. I love the way your little brain works. :)

We love you Bud!

It Aint Easy...

What is it? A blue marshmallow? A sack of flour? A pile of melted something-or-other? Nope. Just a pregnant mommy...

It's tough work growin' a human. Sometimes one just needs a rest from it all.

It is Finished.

Thanks to all of you who offered condolences in regards to my husband's crazy facial 'do's. (See previous post.) I am happy to report that after only one day of his most recent style (shown here) he has now gone back to his old self. (BTW, with the mustache, my immediate reaction was that he looked like scary guy on the movie Sleeping With the Enemy--ew. And his co-workers said he now looked like a molester. He had wanted to wait and show his mom this style too, but I guess those comments were enough to curtail his fun.) Anyway, I'm glad to have him--and his lips--back. :)
Hopefully this will be it for his mid-life crisis.

Mr. Mutton Chop...or Handlebars...or Steering Wheel...Whatever...

Yes, this is Wade. Mr. Mutton Chop. And he's proud of it, so don't offer him any encouragement or ribbing--or this behavior will continue.

It all started with the long-time teasing at work (that he's Amish or something, 'cause y'know Amish and Christian--same diff, right?) Then there was a dare...and here we are. The following is the visual progression...So first, he grew out his beard for a month. Looks pretty good, I thought. Just a bit prickly for smooching. No matter, the end was in sight--or so I thought. (BTW, yes, Wade and Nathan are making cookies here. What a man I've got.)



Next we have the gotee. Also looks nice. But still prickly, so still not much kissin' goin' on.




So...most recently he was in the bathroom, supposedly shaving the whole thing off--finally...but came out with this instead. Seriously. I made my opinion clear on this one. Yuck-O, buster. 1970's cowby. Wife not like. This encouraged him all the more. He promised me only a day of it to show the guys at work. But he got such a rise out of his buddies that he decided he needed to keep it for another week--to "wear" to the wedding we went to yesterday, and to show his mom. Seriously.


And here I sit...waiting. He asked me to post these pictures by the way. It was either that, or he was going to hijack my Facebook again and do some posting of his own--right alongside his gory knee-gouge photos. Alright, I gave in. I do love my man.

P.S. I need to add a correction. I've been informed that this look is actually called "handlebars." (I'm not sure that's any better.) I will gladly stand corrected. "Mutton Chop" is what Wade and his co-workers have been calling it. I'm not up on these things.

Speak Up!

"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute."
~Proverbs 31:8

My friend sent me this article by author Randy Alcorn. (Author of my favorite book, Safely Home.) It sums up exactly how I feel about voting, and the responsibility of the Christian in regards to politics. The article might be long for a blog post, but it's worth the read. Here is the article:



'While a single issue can’t qualify a candidate, it can disqualify him.'

NOTE: This commentary first appeared on Randy Alcorn's blog on Oct. 22, 2008. It is used with permission.

As a Christian, should we vote for who we think should lead our country solely based on their stance on abortion?

The Bible is emphatically clear on when human life begins. On the same issue, science is equally clear.

Every Christian should take these teachings seriously. Is the unborn an innocent human being? If you claim to be pro-life, then your answer is yes. Is abortion the shedding of innocent blood, the taking of human life created in the image of God? If you say you are pro-life, your answer must be yes.

So, is the candidate’s stand on the issue of shedding innocent blood important enough to disqualify him as a candidate? Yes. While a single issue can’t qualify a candidate, it can disqualify him. In my opinion, this issue clearly disqualifies Barack Obama.

I don’t think someone is a good candidate just because he is pro-life. But he cannot be a good candidate unless he is pro-life. Personally, if he is committed to legalized child-killing, as a matter of conscience I must vote against him.

Now, when someone says, "But still, abortion isn't the only issue," I agree. I care very much about the poor and racial equality. That's why if John McCain was committed to legalizing the killing of the poor and the killing of ethnic minorities, I would not vote for him either.

But suppose you have two candidates, one who has promised to defend and further the legalized killing of one group of people (any group: women, minorities, disabled, unborn, poor). You disagree with the other candidate in areas that in their own right might be important, but do not involve the merciless slaughter of millions of people. Furthermore, the second candidate — whom you consider boring and disagreeable — believes that same group of people has the right to live, and he says he will defend their rights, and appoint judges who will defend it. Now, which candidate should you vote for?

If neither candidate were committed to the legalized killing of people, any people, then I would say, by all means weigh and measure those other important issues and make your choice. But can you seriously argue that these other issues trump the killing of millions of innocent children, not just now, but in the decades to come under a pro-abortion Supreme Court that could have been a pro-life Supreme Court?

Don't you believe that though there were other issues in Nazi Germany besides the killing of Jews, Gypsies and the disabled, all those other issues were trumped by that one? If Lincoln's platform involved ending slavery yet you agreed with Douglas (who wanted slavery to remain legal) in lots of other areas, would you feel right voting for Douglas, knowing you were voting for slavery?

So I say OF COURSE THERE ARE OTHER ISSUES. I don't minimize them. All I can say is the differences between the candidates on those issues don't stack up, even cumulatively, to the legalized killing of human beings. It's a matter of relative importance. A man who is a good husband in most respects, but who beats his wife, is not a good husband. That issue outweighs all the others.

I am troubled by John McCain's treatment of his first wife, (and) this is one of several things I don't like about John McCain. But his past failure in marriage is not comparable to Obama taking a present stand for the legalized killing of children.

I am not excited about John McCain in every area. But when I compare him to Barack Obama in the overriding issue of our day, the right of preborn children to live, there is a stark and radical difference. In America right now, the rights of Jews to live and slaves to be free are not on the table. The right of unborn children to live is on the table. The killing of the unborn is the holocaust of our day. Where do you want to have stood on this issue? Where do you want the man you vote for to have stood on it? If your grandchildren ask you one day whether you voted for or against the right of children to live, what will you say?

Two candidates, two records on abortion

Would John McCain be a great president? I don't know. Maybe he wouldn't even be a good president. There are so many claims by both candidates that their words seem like wind to me. I don't feel like I know a lot. But I do know for certain that one candidate defends the right of the unborn to live, and the other is utterly committed to be sure that it remains legal to kill them. And on THAT issue I know what God says is right and wrong.

Yes, I realize Obama is cool. I really wanted to vote for him, so I could be cool too. John McCain is not so cool. The question isn't whether I'd rather have dinner or play golf with Obama or McCain. (I'd choose Obama.) I am voting for McCain because it's my only way in this election to vote for the right of unborn children to live rather than die.

Now, if you think that's an overstatement, that the difference between the candidates isn't that great, or they will not influence the future of abortion in this country, I challenge you to look at Obama's dogged commitment to the legalized killing of unborn children, backed up by his 100 percent pro-abortion voting record. And look at McCain's repeatedly stated commitment, also demonstrated by his voting record, to oppose the legalized killing of children. If you think your presidential vote is not for or against unborn children, you don't understand the significance of the Freedom of Choice Act or the significance of the balance of power of the Supreme Court with the Obama judges who are certain to be pro-legal-abortion and the McCain judges who are virtually certain to be anti-legal-abortion.

So, feel free to go against the clear evidence about who the unborn really are. Then just admit that you are not pro-life. Sure, it's irrational, but at least it's a good explanation of why you would support the strongest pro-legal-abortion candidate for the presidency in the history of our nation.

But PLEASE don't just mindlessly say "I'm pro-life" then contradict that statement by saying you are supporting a candidate for president who is utterly committed to not only maintain legalized abortion through policy and appointment of judges, but who also HAS PROMISED to try to reverse pro-life state legislation passed in the last 30 years.

Randy Alcorn is the founder and director of Eternal Perspective Ministries (EPM), a nonprofit organization dedicated to teaching biblical truth and drawing attention to the needy and how to help them. He is the author of more than 30 books.

(NOTE: Referral to Web sites not produced by Focus on the Family is for informational purposes only and does not necessarily constitute an endorsement of the sites' content.)

Influenced...For Good or For Bad

"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another--and all the more as see the Day approaching."
~ Hebrews 10:24,25

A couple of years ago I had the privilege of being part of a group of women who were taught/mentored under well known speaker and teacher Lori Salierno. Among many good points to ponder, one of the foundational things she taught us was this:

"Be careful who you choose as friends...for within 5 years you will become like them."

Now, Lori was not undermining nor contradicting Jesus' teaching that we should 'be in the world', reaching out to those who do not yet know Him. For sure, we are absolutely commanded to get our hands dirty and our lives involved with those who desperately need a relationship with God.

What she was emphasizing, however, is how crucial it is to choose wisely whom we let into our inner circle. To be careful who we spend the most time with, who we share our hearts with and, by default, begin to emulate.

I have taken this advice to heart, and today I was thinking about the qualities I most appreciate in my closest friends. These are the characteristics that stand out in the godly women with whom I want to intentionally pursue and maintain close friendships with:

1) They do not gossip. I do not hear negative, back-stabbing words uttered about mutual friends or people we both might know from church. I can also trust that these women will not slander me in the presence of another, but rather, will come to me directly if there is concern, conflict or disagreement over an issue.

2) They honor their husbands, both in their presence or when it's just us girls talking. They speak to and about their husbands with respect. And, if they disagree with their spouse or their feelings are hurt, they are selective with whom they share that information--and they do so in a way that is honest & transparent without belittling their spouse.

3) Their hope is in God. When disaster strikes or times get tough, these women communicate their feelings about it honestly, but still come back to camp on the truth that God is sovereign, and will work all things for their good.

4) They are compassionate, empathetic listeners. These friends can be counted on to really listen and care when another friend is hurting--without giving pat answers or quoting flippant platitudes.

5) They have integrity and consistency of character. They are the same in the presence of others as well as when they think no one is looking.

6) They are grace-filled, merciful people. They look for the best in others and are more willing to give the benefit of the doubt than they are to criticize. They are also much more likely to forgive than they are to nurse a grudge.

7) They are positive. Not given to constant sarcasm and complaining, but instead are more likely to choose thankfulness.

8) They are humble and realize that they are imperfect, but constantly look to God to make them more and more like Christ. At times they lose it, just like the rest of us, but they are honest about their faults and mistakes.

9) They are committed to God's Word as their authority. Though life may get them down at times, they still trust that His Word stands true and is absolutely trustworthy.

As I read over the above list, I could be tempted to get discouraged, like some of us do when we read about the 'Proverbs 31 Woman.' Instead, however, I am thankful that my path has crossed women such as these. Some I see regularly, and some only on occasion. But is people like these ladies whom I want to seek to pursue relationships with, because when I am with them, I find that I just naturally want to be more like them and the gracious God they serve. I find I am more quick to notice and correct thoughts and actions contrary to what Jesus would have me do. That's good stuff. It's being 'spurred on toward love and good deeds.'

We like to think that as adults we are not easily swayed, but the truth is that we have the same tendencies whether we are 5, 15, 25 or 55. We are influenced by those around us.

What about you? Do you have people in your life that make you more hungry for God? People who walk in love and truth, and remind you of Christ when you are in their presence? What characteristics do you appreciate most about them? What steps can you take to pursue closer relationships with them?

Bria in China

Bria in China...sounds like "Muppets in Space" or something. Actually, my little Sis' finally started a blog! (It's about time; she's got a gift for writing.) It's called Geography of Thought...

Anyway, as some of you know, my sister Bria is taking a year off from her job as a social worker to teach English in China. She left at the end of August and will be there until next summer! (Waaaa!) Some of you may also know that she did something similar a few years ago, teaching English there through a different organization. She fell in love with it and couldn't wait to go back. This time has been a very different experience, but she still finds lots of humor, and lots to ponder.

Check out her blog and drop her a line or two! It can be very lonely with just her and the cockroaches & rats...and the toilet that gurgles up randomly...

In the Eye of the Beholder

Nathan was having a fun drink made of red juice mixed with some pop--served up in a special cup with a straw, too. As he was enjoying his treat, I looked down to see that he'd taken the cap & straw off, and was blowing a lovely red splatter design all over my kitchen floor and its bordering carpet. Surprised at my frustration, he retorted an indignant "Mamaaaa, I was blowin' art on the floor!"

Details

When the girls get home from school each day, I like them to come and check in first before they head off to play. We take a few minutes and I get to hear about their highs and lows of the day.

Yesterday was no different. Abby came in from school, put her things away, ran upstairs and began telling me about her day. A minute or two into her story, it dawned on me that I never heard Emily come in. I asked Abby where her sister was. Her reply? "Oh, I forgot to tell you--Emily's stuck up in a tree and needs you to come out and help her get down."

Anybody Anybody?

Does anybody have any good Halloween costumes they're not using that they would be willing to lend to Abby? (She's in 2nd grade, age 7&1/2.) We've done the princess thing already a few times and cheerleader, too.

I think Nathan's going to be a lion, and Emily may want to be a princess again. Figuring out their costumes always stresses me a little as we're not into forking out much money for costumes, and I'm not into sewing--nor am I very creative in this department!

Any suggestions would be appreciated. :)

Toddler Brain

Nathan looked at the ultrasound picture below in the previous post and asked if that was baby. (He had been @ the ultrasound with us, and so we'd already been through all this a few times.) Yes, it was, I told him. I explained again that this is the baby in mommy's tummy. Surprised, he asked "Did it pop out?!"

Introducing...

Introducing Baby Prestrud#4! We had our 20 week ultrasound today. (I'm 21 weeks.) Baby looks great and I'm measuring right on target. That's all the information you're going to get, though, as we avoided any gender-identifying angles. (We've been surprised with all of our babies so far.) We don't have a scanner, so the photo is one Wade took of the ultrasound screen with our camera. We never got any good views of the face, but this was a good shot of the whole body profile.

Also, can I just say that I love my midwife. Even though she's typically off on Sundays (but still does all her other patients' deliveries the other 6 days of the week) she said if I wanted, to feel free to have her paged even on a Sunday, too. (That she'd come as soon as soon as she was done with church.) I could have hugged her.

Pee Time

Why is it that children go pee when and where you don't want them to...like yesterday on the kitchen floor--which I stepped in...but when you want them to go they don't...like today at the doctor's office. I knew they'd need a clean catch urine specimen at the doctor's for Nathan. (Possible UTI--but now unlikely.) So I planned ahead and gave him lots of liquids right before we left. He decided to pee, though, within the 5 minutes between when he had just been changed and when we arrived at the clinic 3 miles away. No biggie; figured he'd pee soon again anyway with all that liquid he'd had for breakfast. They even gave him his own bottled water at the clinic. I gave the girls water, too, and we played 'Simon Says' with a lot of "drink some water" commands. Waited and waited until enough cheerios had been spilled and crunched on the floor and then somebody dumped their water over and mom had had enough.

Went to do errands. Pediatrician recommended good old straight cranberry juice so we went and got some of that for later. Also splurged and got the kids the $1 hot cocoa drinks at Starbucks--Nathan can down one of those faster than anything. Then Putzed and putzed at the store trying to kill time. Still nothing. Finally went back to the Dr's office to get the clean catch cup for at home--to dump the pee in from the little sticky bag thing they attached to him inside his diaper--that they forgot to give me the first time. Went home to wait. I told Nathan he can have a sucker as soon as he pees and he sure hasn't forgotten. But it's been almost 3 hours.

Then I returned a call from my clinic to reschedule (for the second time) my ultrasound for next week because the OB who does ultrasounds scheduled a surgery for the same time. Waited on hold 20 minutes and was transferred 4 times, only to receive a voice mailbox.

Oh, hark, the girls are yelling and cheering that Nathan peed!!! We'll be hopping in the van again soon. Betcha the nurse from my clinic calls back when we're gone at Nathan's clinic and doesn't leave me her direct extension like I asked.

OK, so today hasn't been as fun of a day with the kids off from school as yesterday was. Oh well.

Authentic Christianity

"Religion is man-centered, focused on accomplishment and resulting in pride.
Authentic Christianity, however, is God-centered, focusing on humility and resulting in grace from God."

~Pastor Larry Szyman, Faith Community Church
October 4, 2008


So true...so why is this such a struggle for us as a people? Why do we so often get it backwards? What are your thoughts?

Falling Out

My child cracks me up. Sometimes it takes me a while to figure out what he's talking about, though. I finally got this one...

Periodically Nathan seems to randomly scream "Mom! My boogers are falling out!!!" Translation = his nose is running. I know, that one should have been obvious.

On the Throne

Over the past few months or so I've noticed that Nathan's really gotten to the stage where he doesn't need to be supervised every second. He can often play up in his room by himself for a bit, and we've had no poison control calls since...I can't remember when.

Well, the other day Nathan and his little friend Karin were playing downstairs in the toy room. Suddenly Karin yells up "Kaa-wa, Nafin's got his pants down." (Yes, not what you want to hear at any age.) Nathan then yells up "I'm going potty!" (OK, there is no potty downstairs.)

I fly down the stairs to find Nathan: pants down around his ankles, diaper down, too, sitting atop a little self-constructed throne made of a little tykes table with a purple chair on top. And there his little half-naked self sat. He confirmed again "I going potty." Yeah. Uh-huh.

Now, if I could just get him to sit on a real potty...

Anybody else have any funny potty stories?

Recommendations?

Anybody got any good recommendations for a dentist in the Hudson area? Somebody nice, who is good about only doing what needs to be done and doesn't go overboard? And somebody who won't yell at me for waiting a year and a half since my last checkup...

2nd Day of Kindergarten

Emily started kindergarten this year. These were some of her comments after just the second day...

"I had a great day!!! There was nothing bad about it!" And then as an afterthought she added "Well, actually, my best friend broke up with me and I don't even know why!"

"Really? Your best friend, huh? What's her name?" I asked.
"I don't know," said Emily with a smile.

So the next day she came home and we asked if the girl was her friend again yet. Emily said the girl smiled at her. Emily was satisfied.

The following day the two started playing together again. Again we asked Emily if she knew her name yet.
"No, but I just asked her if I could call her Lisa and she said yes."
(Note, there are no Lisa's in her class.)

Glad that worked out then. :)

Do the Next Right Thing

See my previous post. "The next right thing"...as I prayed and asked God what that was, His answer was clear: be in My Word. Feast on that which gives life.

1) Yesterday Wade and I took some time together to pray and read the day's passage from our One Year Bible. This is something we used to do with some regularity when Wade used to get home from work at 4:30. But for months his schedule was such that he didn't get home until 6:00 PM--supper time. That meant "our" time to connect and pray for a few minutes went by the wayside. Now his schedule changed back again & we're going to try to make this time together a priority.

2) We decided to start doing family devotions with the kids during supper. (Last year we had tried doing them at bedtime, but bedtime routine already seemed to take so long that devotions felt like just one more thing to fit in and we ended up rushing through it almost begrudgingly. Plus, we didn't like the kids' devotional we were using.) So today, I went to the store and got a better devotional for the kids and we used it tonight already. We also have a neighbor girl who comes over a lot, and hasn't had much exposure to the Bible. She was excited to stay for supper and be in on family devotions. She wants to come to AWANA clubs with the kids this year, too. (AWANA is a club at our church for kids that helps them learn God's Word in a fun way.)

I know...these steps are nothing novel or earth shattering. In fact, they are the kinds of things that--as a young newlywed--I assumed would be givens in our, and any, godly household. Easier said than done. Anyway, it feels good to be taking steps in the right direction.

What ways has your family found to bring God's Word into your home?

No to the Status Quo

"Let the Word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom...And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."
~ Colossians 3:16a-17

We attended The Well last night for the first time. It's an alternative service that our church offers, geared toward the 20-something generation. It was right up our alley, though. (Reminded me of our church in Indiana, too, which we still miss dearly.) Needless to say, we loved it.

I was struck by Dave's message...he spoke on the power of God's Word, and the richness it brings when we feed on it as if our lives depend on it--because they do.

Dave shared how he loves to gather all kinds of facts--world news, current events and the like. During a deep conversation at our church's marriage retreat this weekend, his wife Nicky told him that, as impressed as she might be with all he knows, none of that really matters to her. What she really wants more than anything is to have their lives more and more infused with God's truth. To have their children see that God is in all of life. He is life. His Word is life. Specifically, she also wants to hear His Word spoken constantly in their home. Me too.

It has been the cry of my heart for as long as I can remember that my life would reflect Christ in every aspect, and that everything I say and do would honor Him and point others in the direction of knowing Him better. Lofty goal, but I know it's what God wants for us. Oh how I long to be more like my Father, and at times wish I saw more progress than tiny baby steps--steps that sometimes even seem to go backwards!

Periodically, I am struck by the fact that I do not want to settle for the status quo. Nice house, nice kids, good job, etc. Do I long for a real house rather than a town home with no yard? Absolutely. But I want more. I want my life to really count for the Kingdom. I want my conversations to encourage and uplift--and point others to the God who loves them. And I want to leave a legacy for my children, one where they see that God is not something we "do" on Sundays. One where they see their parents--though imperfect & real--as people who wanted to serve God more than anything. People who weren't afraid to stand up for truth no matter what it might cost. People who chose to spend their time seeking righteousness--refusing to take part in so much of the perverted ugliness the world has to offer. Bottom line: I don't want to be just another family that attends church, but nothing is different in the way that they live, think, or speak. I see far too many families like this and I want none of it.

At our church in Indiana, Granger Community Church, a common phrase we heard was "Just do the next right thing." Lord, here I am. Show me what that is. I believe becoming a doula is part of that next right thing. And often the next right thing is simply being faithful to honor my husband and love my children. But show me if there is something more specific--any changes You'd like me to make in my role as wife, mother, or friend. I am Yours. Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.

She's Baaack!

After 6 days of the stomach flu without feeling any better...can I just say PRAISE THE LORD FOR IV FLUIDS!!! Never have I been so grateful in all my life to be poked with a needle.

This morning Wade called me from the farm (he's working there today) to inform me that his dad has the same thing there--for cows--should I need more. Wade also informed the nurse yesterday that he's given those IV fluids to cows lots of times. And while nauseas Kara is sitting there, we all got the hear the details of how they have to put cow IV's in through the neck--and really stab 'em in good since they have tough skin...and how one time a cow's heart rate was through the roof and the cow's heart started pumping blood back up into the IV. Yuck yuck yuck. The more I informed my dear husband that his commentary wasn't helping, the more he talked.

After a while, I suggested Wade and Nathan go play at the park across the street from the clinic while I had my second bag of fluids. I had a nice half hour of peace and quiet. Upon their return, Wade got more dirty looks from the nurse when he asked me if I was going to go for my evening jog that night.
"Absolutely NOT!" the nurse told him.
Gotta love hubbies, don'tcha?

Actually, to Wade's credit, he's had to pick up a lot of the slack while I've been sick. Honey, I really did appreciate you feeding the kids, doing the dishes, and picking up each day--even if it was begrudgingly. :) Love you.

Anyone wanna go out for pizza? Mmmm...turkey and mashed potatoes sound good, too. I've missed out on a week's worth of cravings here.

What Gives?

I've had it with losing my hair. For me, pregnancy has always been the one time I have nice shiny, thick hair. None of it falls out until I'm 4 months post partum. (Then look out.) Not with this baby. I've got a forest growing on my bathroom floor. And I'm secretly afraid I'll then get a double whammy when it comes to post partum. Alopecia here I come. Yes, I'm pouting big time.

And my face? I've struggled with acne since I was 14, (that's 20 years in case anyone's counting) but again, pregnancy is the one time my face is usually clearer. This time around I seemed to have invited the round-the-clock pimple brigade. Even had one on the end of my nose last week. I introduced myself to my neighbors with "hi, my name is Rudolph." I've also got a big 2 inch discolored patch (bleached--not dark!) that I can't even seem to cover with foundation.

Yes, I know. It's all worth it. Just allow me my moment here.

I've Been Tagged

I've been tagged by Katie. (I just realized that today...I'm still trying to catch up on my blogging...)

So here goes:

TEN YEARS AGO

Wade and I had been married for 2 years. We were living in River Falls, but packing up to move to West St. Paul so Wade could go back to school to become an aviation mechanic. That meant I needed to be the main bread winner for a while, so I got a job at Blue Cross Blue Shield in Eagan, working in customer service, claims processing/adjustment, and then training for new employees. (Since my B.A. in psychology was oh so useful. Tee hee.)

MY TO-DO LIST TODAY

1. Get Abby off to school (Emily starts tomorrow)
2. Go to my OB appointment
3. Fold dark towels and wash the light ones
4. Wash mysterious orange stains that appeared on half my laundry from yesterday
5. Arrange volunteer times for the girls' classrooms
6. Leave encouraging message on a friend's caring bridge site
7. Rake bathroom floor of the droves of my hair that have fallen on it
8. RSVP to Abby's first school birthday party of the year (already!?)
9. Fill out yellow health forms for school that I should have already done
10. Sign computer agreement for school that says I & my children will not steal copyrighted material or look at pornography
11. Take a nap
12. Resolve weird conflict with my neighbor
13. Plan & make supper
14. Pray and think through whether or not we can afford to have Abby in dance this year.
15. Call a babysitter for this weekend

SNACK THAT I ENJOY

I can't choose just one...puppy chow, red grapes, nachos with cheese, chocolate ice cream malts, whatchamacallit candy bars.

THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE

1. Give 10% to my church
2. Give generously to numerous missionaries we know that I'd love to support
3. Buy a house with character & a big fenced in yard
4. Set us up for retirement
5. Set the kids up for college and the girls' weddings
6. Buy great underwear
7. Invest the rest

PLACES I'VE LIVED (in order)

Young America, MN
Waconia, MN
River Falls, WI
West St Paul, MN
Hudson, WI
South Bend, IN
Hudson, WI

TAG, YOU'RE IT!

Nicole (He Gives Me Grace)
Pam (PW, Thrillride)
Danielle (Natural Momma)
Ed (Swirlingeddy)
Tami (In The Story)

It's Official!

"The most important part of the doula is not her training, but her heart and gentle spirit."
~Experienced Doula Trainer

It's official...I'm a doula! I had my interview yesterday at Woodwinds and later that day was asked to come aboard the doula team there! We are each on call for one day per month, for a 24 hour shift. Every laboring mother who comes to Woodwinds is offered the option of having a doula, free of charge. Then, whoever is on call comes in to support that mother in labor. (Patients can also contract with & arrange their own doulas privately--usually for pay, I believe. But that is separate from this volunteer program.) Many of the volunteer doulas also take on private clients, for pay, but that isn't something I'm looking at yet--at least not until I am fully certified.

I have my orientation next week, and I start Friday October 3rd with patients.

I am way behind in my blogging. I had written a post last week--that I never got around to publishing--about how wonderful my doula workshop was 2 weekends ago. I soaked up every minute, truly feeling like everything we covered was so helpful--and so fascinating, too. We covered everything from comfort measures, laboring positions, listening skills, and how to truly support a mother in pursuing the kind of birth she desires (whether fully medicated, or completely natural, or even cesarean) as well as all the ethical considerations to be mindful of when supporting a mother without being an irritant to the medical staff, etc. We also watched a number of amazing videos covering the history of birth in this country as well as other cultures.

The whole weekend just fueled my passion and excitement for serving God in this way, as a doula. I can't believe how much He has put this on my heart--helping women to have a positive, beautiful birth experience.

Woodwinds is also working on a program to have doulas with grief training be on call for women who come to the ER because they are having a miscarriage. This is something I have a heart for as well.

Oh, this is now a bit anti-climactic, but I might have my first private client/birth lined up, too. Another doula from my workshop who is pregnant & due in October. In fact, she and I are talking about being each other's doulas. It was a God thing that she and I connected, and uncanny how much we have in common.

Grandma Sallie

"Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek You." (Psalm 9:10)

My Grandma Sallie would have been 95 today. She passed away 8 months ago, on December 12th. The above verse is one she had chosen for her funeral. This picture was taken on Thanksgiving, the last time I saw her before she died.

This is the Grandma that prayed for me every day of my life. Her full name was Selma Marie Knutson. Selma means "divinely protected by God." Abby's middle name is Selmalynn, named after Grandma.

Some special memories with Grandma Sallie...When I was really little, we spent Christmases up at her house at the lake in Bemidji, MN. I loved her red shag carpet, her Swedish meatballs, and her fancy blue and white dishes (which are now mine). As I got older, she taught me how to make lefse & took me to the movie Annie when it came out in the theaters. I remember playing Uno together while we snacked on Pringles and Rye Krisp. When Grandma & Grandpa moved to an apartment in Waconia, she planted a garden at my parents' house, down by the lake. When we were kids, we swam nearly every day and when we got hungry we'd snack on yummy strawberries and pea pods fresh from the garden. Grandma also loved teacups, having a beautiful collection--part of which is also now mine. In her later years, I remember times when we'd do devotions together at her nursing home. I'd read the Scriptures she requested, or read aloud from her large print devotional. Then we would pray together. When it was time for me to leave, I'd tell her I loved her and she'd reply "I love you more."

When I went off to college, (before she moved to the nursing home) I remember being keenly aware that Grandma would not live forever. (She was approaching 80 by this point.) I began diligently writing her letters, and she and I kept up a wonderful correspondence throughout my college years.

As she reached 90, Grandma really wanted to make sure her affairs were in order. She asked me to help her plan her funeral. I wrote down all of her wishes, from the hymns and Scriptures she wanted, to flowers and what she wanted to be buried in. She also requested that I sing, eulogize, and play my flute at her funeral. I told her I'd do my best, and somehow I did manage to honor those requests.

You'd think, given her age, I'd have been prepared for Grandma's passing, but it hit me harder than I expected. For months I'd cry every time I thought of her. I miss her dearly. But I know I will see her again in heaven. As I said when I spoke at her funeral, Grandma is in heaven not because she was a good person--though she was, she is in heaven because she trusted Christ alone for the forgiveness of her sins. She knew she wasn't perfect and couldn't earn her way to heaven by doing enough good things. She gave her heart, mind, and soul to God, serving Him in quiet humility all the days of her life.

I leave you with one more Scripture--another she had chosen for her funeral:

"Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us and we are his;
we are his people, she sheep of is pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the LORD is good and his love
endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations."
(Psalm 100)

Nathan's Prayers

Nathan wanted to pray at supper tonight. His prayer went something like this...

"Dear Jesus, thank You for Mommy...and Daddy...and Abby...and Em-a-wee, and Mommy...and Daddy...and Bear (Teddy Bear)...and Baby (had help from big sisters here) and our food (help from Daddy)...and my toys...and my gun (Mark Felton's huge toy machine gun)...and our drinks...and our forks...and our plates...and Abby...and Em-a-wee..."

After everyone kept peeking up from their bowed heads, I think Daddy finally thanked Nathan & cut him off.

It's always good to have much to be thankful for, though, isn't it?

Really God?!

"Delight yourself in the LORD and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4

So throughout this process of pursuing doula training, I keep giving this dream to God. Keep placing it on the alter, praying for His wisdom, and taking one step at a time.

I keep encountering obstacles that make me think "maybe this isn't the right timing...maybe He wants me to put this dream on hold again, especially with the baby coming..." but each time I pray & offer it back to Him, He seems to remove the obstacle completely. It's been fun to watch Him work, and to see His confirmation time and time again that this is in His wonderful plan for me. Honestly, it brings such joy to pursue gifts you know you can use to serve Him.

Here's some of what God's done:

1) Money. I needed $300 to attend my main doula training workshop this weekend. We've had a lot of extra expenses lately, and I thought there was no way I could come up the money, and that even if I could, it wouldn't be wise to spend it on this workshop right now. I prayed and asked God to provide if He wanted me to attend, knowing this might close the door decidedly for the time being.

His answer: Literally, within an hour of when I prayed, I had the money. I first pooled some cash I'd set aside in envelopes, like birthday money, fun money, some money I'd earned by taking a survey, etc. (This is money that we don't allow to be used for bills and such.) That put me over the $200 mark. I excitedly called Wade, and he then told me to cash in a bucket of coins we'd been saving. I hoped for maybe $20-40...but got $96!!! I not only had enough for the workshop, but also most of what I needed to buy my certification packet as well. Wow God!

2) Who would watch my kids on Saturday (Wade works) during the training, as I need to leave by 6:15 AM!

His answer: I was running out of options when my friend Jodi graciously offered, without being asked, to either take my kids overnight the night before, or to come and stay over at our house herself so she'd be here in the morning when I left. She could then watch them until noon, and then my sister-in-law, Ginger, said she could come & watch them from noon on.

3) What about handling the physical demands of being a doula while I'm pregnant? Was that realistic--or wise? (For example, sometimes doulas need to physically support or massage women for long periods while they're in labor.)

His answer: I talked to my midwife about it, who said it's perfectly fine to attend births as a doula while pregnant myself, and that I should simply know and express my limits. That was also when she said she wants to help me get the experience I'll need right at Stillwater hospital, even while I'm yet pregnant.

4) This was perhaps the biggest one--how in the world would it work to be on call as a doula when I've got small children to take care of myself? Births can take a long time, and who could I ask--without being an imposition--to watch my kids in that scenario?

His answer: I happened to talk with the coordinator of the volunteer doula program at Woodwinds, who said each doula volunteers for one 24 hour shift a month where she is on call--AND SHE GETS TO PICK THE DAY! I could pick days where Wade is home! AND, she said after I've attended my workshop this weekend, she wants to set up an interview and put me on the schedule right away! No way!

Ashes to Ashes

Abby: Mom, why do you want to have yourself made into ashes when you die?

Me: I'm not set on it, but I've known a number of godly people who have done it that way, I like the idea, and I think it would be neat to have my ashes sprinkled.

Abby: Um...I think I'd just keep you in a jar.

100th Post...my story

It's tradition for some in blogland to post 100 things about themselves for their 100th post. I thought I'd follow suit...

When I first started writing, I thought it would be quite a monumental task. But thanks to one of my middle of the night insomnia episodes, once I started writing I found I had lots to say. I began with mostly random useless information. But as I got going, I started really sharing my heart, steps in my journey, and key milestones in my faith. If you make it to the end in reading, let me know if you learn anything about me that you didn't already know.

So here goes:

1. My left pinky finger is crooked--thanks to a jam in 8th grade volleyball
2. I can touch my tongue to the tip of my nose. Actually I can stick it up my nose.
3. I've got a thing for orange kitchens. (Not to be confused with orange kittens.)
4. My favorite movie is probably Pretty Woman.
5. Growing up we had a beloved black lab named Abby.
6. No, my daughter wasn't named after the dog.
7. I play the flute & piccolo.
8. I've sung in 10 or so weddings.
9. I'm not very good at fixing things.
10. I didn't learn to cook until I was married. Never even made spaghetti until my 20's.
11. Safely Home by Randy Alcorn is perhaps the most powerful book I've ever read.

12. I grew up living on a little lake in Waconia, MN. My parents still live there.
13. We attended a nominal church
14. where I don't remember ever hearing the Gospel preached.
15. But when I was 14, I attended a great Lutheran Bible camp
16. where I gave my life to Jesus,
17. somehow understanding even then that this would change the course of my life forever.
18. I knew I was making a lifelong commitment
19. And that it would involve all of me, and every decision I'd make thereafter.

20. My favorite activities in High School were marching band & Pop Group (show choir).
21. I think I grew up pretty naive as I never knew anyone in high school who did drugs.
22. (I guess that's changed now.)
23. I do remember being one of only about 10 people in my class of 105 who didn't drink.
24. I was never part of the in-crowd, but no one ever teased me for my faith, or my stance on drinking.
25. At least, not to my face.

26. At the age of 13, my friend Heather & I attended Space Camp.
27. This was in 1987, and back then not many girls attended.
28. I had sincere dreams of becoming the 1st female shuttle commander!
29. But by 9th grade I realized I really wasn't so hot at science & math.
30. Instead I much preferred English, Grammar, Music, & History.

31. Also in 9th grade, I was chosen in a survey--to my complete surprise--as one of the top people my classmates "would go to if they had a problem or needed someone to talk to."
32. Those of us chosen were then given extensive training as Peer Counselors/Helpers in the areas of listening and problem solving.
33. This became a catalyst & springboard for me
34. as the skills I learned have also benefited me in everything from friendships, to job interviews, to working with the high school youth at FCC.
35. I think I also began to see here that maybe God had other plans for me than becoming an Astronaut.

36. Growing up, I was the only one in my family who openly followed Jesus. (My parents were still awesome, though!)
37. I did have a Grandma (Sallie) who prayed for me every day.
38. Over time, my mom & my sister, Bria, have joined the ranks & profess faith as well.
39. In fact, my little sis' has now become one of the greatest sources of encouragement to me in my walk with God.

40. After graduation, I had dreams of attending a Christian college.
41. I was all set to attend Bethel College--even got a small music scholarship to play my flute there.
42. But God closed the doors financially & and I ended up at the University of Wisconsin-River Falls.
43. Ironically, though I did minor in music, I didn't play my flute much there.
44. Instead I joined the choir.

45. At a secular college, it's been said that one either sinks or swims in their faith.
46. By God's grace, I swam!
47. My faith was challenged & also strengthened
48. as God led me to InterVarsity Christian Fellowship, where I learned from many strong, godly believers.
49. I saw the campus as both my mission field & training ground

50. During the summer after my sophomore year in college, I got to spend a month on a mission trip to Namibia, Africa. One of the best experiences of my life.
51. As one of 3 singers in a contemporary Christian band (all young people) with Carpenter's Tools International, we performed in assemblies in the public schools in Namibia.
52. Surprisingly, we were allowed to share the Gospel in the schools.
53. I loved talking with, praying with, & encouraging hurting teens,
54. and I loved seeing them find hope as they came to faith in Jesus

55. I have very few regrets regarding high school & college.
56. During that season in my life God gave me great boldness in sharing my faith with anyone who would listen.
57. God always seemed to be opening the doors for the most amazing conversations with people.
58. Now at age 34, I seemed to have lost some of that fearlessness and sometimes wish I could be that bold again.

59. It may come as a surprise, but I used to do a lot of speaking in both high school & college,
60. at various camps, retreats, & special services or youth events.
61. Once, at age 20, I was even paid to preach a sermon in a local church.
62. They asked me to fill in for their pastor who was out of town.
63. I was required to choose the hymns, scriptures, and preach for 20 minutes or so.
(Honestly, I can't believe I did this. I'd be scared silly to do it now!)
64. It seemed that God had given me a gift to communicate His love and truth to others.

65. But near the end of my college years, I struggled a bit with depression, loneliness, some faith issues, and a general lack of direction.
66. I began turning down requests to speak & teach until, in the circles I was in, people no longer even knew that this had a been a forte and passion of mine.
67. I don't know if God will ever choose to resurrect that gift again.
68. But I do know that I desire to simply serve Him above all else,
69. and that I want to be obedient to just "do the next right thing,"
70. being a good steward of any gift He chooses to give.
71. For now, besides my biggest duty--being a wife and mom, I believe God is leading me and opening doors for me to become a doula.
72. I love the idea of being a blessing & an encouragement to women in labor.

73. But Lord, not my will, but Yours be done.

74. After college, Wade & I were married.
75. During our courtship, engagement, and early married years, we truly believed we were called to be foreign missionaries.
76. Other than a couple of short term trips to Mexico, that vision never came to fruition.
77. Sometimes I wonder what God might have in mind far down the road.

78. A few years into our marriage, we knew we desired 4 or 5 children.
79. But before we had Abby, we went through almost 2 years of infertility.
80. That was honestly one of the most painful times of my life.
81. But it ended up drawing me closer to God
82. as I learned to trust Him more and praise Him through the pain.
83. This brought me immense freedom as I learned that God knew what He was doing
84. and that I could trust His timing.
85. I now marvel at our 3--soon to be 4--little blessings!

86. Ironically, at the risk of sounding negative, I must admit that I don't really enjoy working with other people's young children. (Except maybe infants.)
87. I marvel at the great nursery & AWANA workers we have at FCC (& I have helped a bit, myself, too)
88. But if I'm honest, I know it's not my forte or gifting.
89. (And I very much believe the body of Christ functions best when we all serve where we are gifted.)
90. Give me young women (teens, young marrieds, etc.) to encourage & teach...and I'm much more in my element!

91. In addition, one of my favorite things to do in all of life is to lead worship.
92. I love to see others drawn into the presence of God.
93. It is then that I am perhaps the most in my element.

Hmmm...I've got 7 more to go. Let's see...

94. My favorite desserts are: cheesecake, almond joy ice cream, lemon bars, carrot cake. Not necessarily in that order.
95. I'd love to live in an older home in downtown Hudson again,
96. something with character and charm.
97. Wade would like to live out in the country.
98. The best trip we ever took was a cruise to Hawaii last summer,
99. a belated 10th Anniversary trip.
100. A close runner up would be the 4-wheeling trip we took this summer.

I made it. Did you?

OK, I've put myself out there more than I ever have before in blogland. Any words of encouragement would be appreciated. :)

OK Then...

We've got a quirky neighbor. Everyone has one, don't they? I don't see this one much. In fact, I'm not sure of her name...Jan maybe. She's got a little maimed poodle that she pulls around in a little red wagon. Anyway, she's quite the talker, but very friendly.

Jan heard recently that we're pregnant with #4. With enthusiasm she replied "Oh I had four!" (Cool, somebody who understands.) Then she went on with something on the order of this:

"Yeah...don't know what I was thinking. He was my toughest, that #4. Biggest baby. Big and fat and rolly polly. Never had any hair, either. Toughest to handle, too. And then he even went and became a Republican. Black sheep of the family." (Shakes head.)

OK then...thanks for the uplifting words, Jan. :)

Oddballs?

This was posted on my friend Katie's blog. I got a kick out of it and it got me reminiscing...

My Dad's a taxidermist, and growing up it was not at all unusual to come down in the morning for breakfast and stumble upon a dead owl thawing out on the counter, or a skinned duck on a big meat hook suspended from our kitchen chandelier.

My Dad was also a Mr. Mom of sorts. (He even made front page of the local paper.) With his shop in our basement, he was home to handle the cooking and cleaning as well. (My mom was a public school teacher.) He took care of my sister when she was little, and I remember her playing with a little indoor sandbox made of sawdust. Dad used the same "sandbox" to dry out bird hides and such.

We didn't think too much of this stuff, but when I had friends over for dinner, they were always a little leery as to what they might be eating for supper. :)

Any unique happenings in your family?

Random Morsels From the Kiddos

Em (while sitting on the counter with Nathan): Hey Nathan, stay here and I'll get the whoopie cushion. Then we can sit up here and toot! (Devilish giggles.)

Em & Abby: Mom, you are the bestest cook! Oh, and Daddy, and God, and Rachael Ray,...and that one girl with the long hair, and our neighbor Jean...(Glad to know I stand out from the rest.)

Nathan: Mom, where is Jesus?
Me: He's everywhere, honey. He's right next to you,...
Nathan: No, He is under my pillow.

Nathan (who's got a sensitive sniffer): What's dat smell, Momma?
Me (not smelling anything): I don't know Nathan, what is it?
Nathan (very matter-of-fact): It's cow poop on Daddy's head.

Never a dull moment.

I'm Taking a Stand Too

This was posted on our friend Joey's blog. I may ruffle some feathers here, (I'm the only conservative voter in my family of origin) but I'd have to say I'm right there with Joey.

Monday, July 14, 2008

OBAMA ON ABORTION

Call me a single-issue voter if you like (and I suppose you would have a valid argument), but this is the chief reason I can't vote for Obama. If your judgment is that poor on this issue, then what kind of judgment would you have on a myriad of other issues?





And may I (Kara) add my own comment:

"Punished with a baby"...right, because heaven forbid they take responsibility for their actions, and choose the self-less option of carrying the baby and placing it for adoption.

First OB Appointment

Had my first OB appointment on Tuesday. I'm seeing a Midwife this time around--Fern Aspen, a wonderful Christian woman whom I've known for a couple of years now. (I first got to know her by being with Jen during her labor with Karin, and then started seeing her myself for various female issues.) Though I really liked the male OB's I've had in the past, I've noticed a difference already with having a midwife. She took the time to ask me what kind of labor and delivery I would hope to have. She asked what was helpful or unhelpful in my past deliveries, etc. Midwives also tend to take more time to treat the whole person and I really appreciate this.

Did have a little scare during the appointment. No matter what they tried, they couldn't find the heartbeat. At almost 11 weeks, they knew they should be able to hear it. Fern told me not to worry--she could see the heartbeat on the doppler, but just to be on the safe side she wanted me to have another ultrasound. (She also said this happens frequently with mothers in subsequent deliveries--more room in the uterus, etc.) After reiterating to the doctor in the ultrasound room that I knew my dates weren't off, sure enough he did indeed find the heartbeat right away. A beautiful sight to this anxious mommy! Baby was doing a little jig in there, wiggling and moving its arms and legs up and down. I fell in love all over again. Incidentally, when I looked back at my pregnancy journal for Nathan, I read that they had trouble finding his heartbeat at about this time also. I'd forgotten that.

Lastly, I mentioned to my midwife that I'm training to become a doula. She was so excited, telling me I'd be great at that. (Quite a confirmation coming from her, a professional I respect.) She said as soon as I receive my certification, she wants to add me to Stillwater's list of doulas that they hand out to all the pregnant mommies. Also, again without my asking, she mentioned that she'd like to help me gain the hours and experience I'll need before certification by attending births at Stillwater--by recommending me to patients. I wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic response from her, and I felt so grateful. Things are starting to come together.

I had just been praying about finances to attend the $300 workshop here in August, and the Lord provided. (One third of it came from cashing in a bucket of change we've been saving up--it pays to save coins!) I also asked Fern if it's still reasonable to attend births while I am pregnant. She said absolutely, as long as I know and express my limits. That was another question I'd specifically been praying about--had wondered if I'd need to put the training on hold yet again. But it seems the doors are opening up. I'm excited!