Thursday, August 28, 2008

Support our Troops

My brother-in-law serving over in Iraq
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PRAYER FOR THE TROOPS
"Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you;
not as the world gives, do I give to you.
Let not your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful."
-John 14:27


Father, we approach You as the Most High God. We declare that You are the Creator of all things. You set the boundaries of the sea, and stretched out the heavens above. When You act Lord, no one can reverse it, and there is no one who can deliver out of Your hand.

We ask Lord that Your mighty hand of protection would be with our troops, that You would surround them with Your favor as a shield. Bless them in the land, and do not surrender them to the desire of their foes.

I pray that Your hand of protection would guard them from chemical and biological agents. Give our soldiers wisdom in staying clear of these weapons, and thwart the plans of the enemy to use them.

I ask for discernment in separating civilians from soldiers. Help our troops to protect the innocent, and to watch over the needy as they liberate the Iraqi people.

Go before them Lord as they press into the battle and be their rear guard. Surround them with songs of deliverance, and keep them from the hands of the enemy.

In Jesus name, Amen.

Monday, August 25, 2008

From the mouth of babes

As we headed back toward home after my 34-week check-up today, Brooklyn and I were talking about what the rest of the day would hold for us. As we talked about how fun it's going to be to spend part of our evening blowing bubbles after dinner, I looked in my rearview mirror to find a little girl that looked like she was just about to go to sleep any minute. We kept talking, and when I told her that I had to make a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up not only a few things for dinner, but also a few things that we needed in order to make the muffins that she had picked out, she started breathing harder. She told me she needed to talk to me. She said, "Mommy, I really think I need a nap. I am tired. We will go home, read books, have milk and take a nap. You're exhausted too." When I told her that I promise that the grocery store trip would be short and then we'd go home and nestle her in her bed for an afternoon nap, she started over with the same thing. She said it a few more times. When I made the right hand turn instead of going straight which would have led us to our garage, she started crying a little telling me that we had already talked about it (twice) and that she didn't want to do anything but take a nap. When we arrived at the grocery store, she immediately turned her attention to looking for beetle bug cars, a favorite car hobby of hers. By the time we ran into the store, picked up our items, and were in the checkout, I was holding her and she was laying her head on my shoulder. As we neared the checkout lady, she noticed a few magazines behind me. She looked up from my shoulder with this huge grin and said, "look Mommy, it's Nastia Liukin." I turned around and did see the same magazine cover and asked her if she would like to have this magazine since she was so brave and such a good girl for doing something that she really didn't want to do in the first place. She got an even bigger smile as I placed the maagazine into the cart. As I was buckling her safe in her carseat I thanked her for being patient with me as I had to run that quick errand. I told her that now we could go home and take that long awaited and desired nap. She looked up at me and said, "You're the best Mommy." Sometimes it really is the smallest things in life that remind you how blessed you are and how much you have. I really feel lucky.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Simply in awe..

I feel blessed beyond belief, overwhelmed with love, respect and admiration for my wonderful husband. My husband, without one selfish thought, took on an undesirable task, something that he really didn't want to do, but did it nevertheless. He did because it needed done. It wasn't glamorous, fun, or anything to boast about. Now that he's nearing the completion of it, I look back at the effort and responsibility he took upon himself, and I find myself in awe. In awe of this amazing man that I married. In awe because he never requested a thank you, he never played the martyr and he never expected anything from me in return. I'm proud to be his wife and I'm proud that he's the father of my children. He's just simply amazing, and I don't know if I say it enough.

Friday, August 08, 2008

A Perfect Description

If you ever wonder exactly what I do for my job, the video on this blog post sums it up perfectly.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

WIthin 90 minutes

We just got hit with a slow moving thunderstorm that brought some lightning and thunder, but with rain so heavy it left three inches in our rain gauge in a span of 90 minutes. The streets were flooding, forcing the heavy rainfall onto the sidewalks. One corner of our yard is submerged under standing water and to top it all off we were under a tornado warning with sirens blaring that sent our family with dog in tow to the basement just in case. It's still raining, but very lightly and the all clear siren has sounded.

Here's a couple pictures of our backyard swimming pool. Brooklyn sure had fun splashing in the puddles. Kevin had fun watching the rain come down commenting about how this storm made up for all the rain we didn't get this summer. And, me, I loved the rain, but the tornado warning and rushing the family to the basement sent this pregnant mama into stress/panic mode. Now that all is clear, I'm feeling better and Kevin and Brooklyn are diving into our Nerds stash. At least our grass will be really green!



I'm Guilty!

I got accused of being "ornery" today by one of my co-workers. Hmm.

I work for a newspaper selling advertising space. We started a new special page for this week's edition and there were a couple errors on it and I pointed them out. The person I pointed them out to is super touchy about things they do, so instead of fixing it, fingers were pointed back at me. But, hey I guess if caring what something looks like and wanting it to look good is labeled as ornery, I am definitely guilty as charged. And, proud of it!!!