Psalm 121

Psalm 121

A Pilgrim Song

 ^1-2 I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains?
   No, my strength comes from God,
      who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.

 ^3-4 He won't let you stumble,
      your Guardian God won't fall asleep.
   Not on your life! Israel's
      Guardian will never doze or sleep.

 ^5-6 God's your Guardian,
      right at your side to protect you—
   Shielding you from sunstroke,
      sheltering you from moonstroke.

 ^7-8 God guards you from every evil,
      he guards your very life.
   He guards you when you leave and when you return,
      he guards you now, he guards you always.

New Car, New Clothes

Eric has been asking Grace what she would like to do for her Mom on Mother's Day. Her first answer has me wondering, she said "some pretty clothes". I am not sure if I should be offended or questioning my less than stellar clothing attire. Hmm...out of the mouths of babes right?

Eric asked her again last night what she wanted to do. I liked this answer much more. She said "a new car!" So she has set the bar pretty high this Mother's day but not even new clothes or a new car could make me happier than being her Mom. I will treasure in my heart the little look on her face as she whispered  her answers into her Daddy's ear. Yes I have much to be thankful for.

Cough Cough

Yeah that is me. My allergies are terrible this season. I had this awesome post planned but haven't gotten a chance to write down my thoughts to paper. Yes, I prefer to write with a pen ON paper. I know, I know, call me old fashioned. Anyway things have not gone as planned this week. Do they ever? Sick kids AGAIN. Good grief, right? I know you are tired of hearing about it, I am tired of writing it! But my rainbow this week is despite illness I have gotten to make soap three days in a row. I had to. When I am stressed I bake things and well all my baking goes straight to my tummy and thighs. Soap making is a little more calorie friendly and takes the baking urge away. So now my house as an over abundance of soap. Eric calls it a soaping binge. I call it surviving.

Our Easter Photo Shoot

I figured I didn't want to spend a whole lot of money on pictures and decided to use my own photography skills to get the kids Easter pictures. I must say I think they came out pretty well :D

God's Beauty

Bust a Myth: All reproductive endocrinologists are the same.

It had been almost six months since I had been to Dr. W's office. Our last visit he released me into the hands of my OB thinking that this baby would be our take home baby. He was wrong.  Our loss happened about a month after my last visit with him when we saw the tiny heartbeat on the ultrasound screen.

All the numbers looked good, the baby looked good, everything was going according to plan. After my miscarriage my husband and I took a break from trying. We were exhausted emotionally and physically, we just needed some time.

So there I sat waiting in his office yet again for another ultrasound. This time to check follicles so we could do another cycle.

He walked in with tears in his eyes and the softest voice and said "I'm so sorry."

Three words that meant SO much to me.

No one was saying anything and if they did it was the same thing over and over. There would be other babies, you are young, you have plenty of time. His tears were a balm to my aching heart and his words a reminder that someone got it. Someone understood.

Someone saw my baby and valued the few weeks of life we shared. A Doctor. A Specialty doctor. A far cry from the OB that called my baby an embryo and left me feeling cold and bitter. There were no overused sentiments. He truly understood.

He will always hold a special place in my heart. For a Doctor to show emotion was a first for me. Usually the doctors I've come across have been cold and crass. Not this man. He is proof that not all doctors are unfeeling and unsympathetic. He valued me and more importantly he valued the life I carried even if I only carried the life for a few weeks.

Infertility 101

April 24-30th Is National Infertility Awareness Week if you would like more information please click here

Jesus loves mad guys.

Jonah and I have been having a lot of conversations lately on loving others. This is the boy who told me last year "Mom, I love you, but only on Tuesday, Thursday, and Fridays". He's been into Scooby Doo lately so I think that has something to do with our conversations. His questions normally come as I am tucking him into bed. "Mom" he'll say "I love everybody."
I laugh on the inside and ask him "Jonah do you love even mad guys?(also known as bad guys)"
"I don't know" he'll reply thinking "Jesus loves mad guys."
"Yes Jesus loves mad guys" I reply "Jesus tells us to love mad guys too."
"Mom some mad guys are scary but Jesus loves them too. I love everybody. I'm like Jesus."

What a refreshing reminder of the way I am suppose to love others. There was no judging, no prejudice, just an innocent sweet boy wanting to love others and be like Jesus. I would like to take credit and say he is just like his Mom but I can't only my Jesus could of fashioned him that way.