I had this email conversation today with my sister...and it struck me is funny.
Me: Happy almost birthday! LOVE U SIS! (side note...sent 2 days before her birthday just in case I forget to send a note on her actual birthday)
Sis: Thank you sister. How are things with you?
Me: Good. How are you?
Sis: I’m bored at work and want to go home to my sick baby so I can take care of him.
Me: I have so much to do right now, I don't have time to get bored. I'm sorry D is sick. :( What does he have?
Sis: JUST A STOMACH BUG I THINK HE JUST KEEPS THROWING UP.
Me: Poor baby. :(
Sis: I DON’T KNOW WHO TO FEEL MORE SORRY FOR D OR M. D KEEPS THROWING UP, BUT WE ALL KNOW HOW MEN ARE WHEN IT COMES TO HAVING TO CLEANING IT UP. HE CALLED ME EARLIER GAGGING ON THE PHONE CAUSE D HAS JUST THROWN UP.
Me:
LOL see that just makes me laugh. J would be totally gagging, too. And I would be laughing at him.
Yes...I would. I've come to the conclusion that I'm just not a very nice or sympathetic person. Nope, I'm not. I probably should be more sympathetic and for sure more nice....I need to work on that.
Sis: Lol, Your way too funny. M called me for sympathy and I just kept laughing. Men are such babies. Oh well at least he didn’t get mad at me for laughing at him. HE HE HE and you say you are evil.
That's it...ok maybe not as funny as I thought. On that note:
My apologies to J, M, men in general, and to anyone else who may have been offended. We love you and cherish you.
D, Get well soon buddy...Auntie loves you tons n bunches
I got this text message from my dear husband while I was at work today:
"I am at McDonalds watching SpongeBob and eating chicken nuggets...this is so awesome!!!"
Some of you may be thinking my hubby's text message is dripping with sarcasm. Oh no, my man was in hog heaven. In fact, I think if there is no McDonalds or SpongeBob in heaven, he might not want to go. (kidding)
I am blessed that my husband is easy to please in the food department. Our first year of marriage, I worked so hard to put a really good meal on the table. I'll never forget the first night I was in a hurry and just threw together mac and cheese, tuna, and a can of mixed veggies. Oh, yeah...we're talking world class meal... He LOVED it. Every other meal he would eat, no complaints. But this he complemented every bite.
I couldn't let this moment move past my life without posting it here. So while I was on here Thursday night having a good go-through-an-entire-box-of-tissue cry, my sweet little queen of destruction was having her way with my brand new shoes!!
Oh yes. I had worn them once, and owned them for 24 hours. Apparently she was thinking the money would have been better spent on some new chewies for her.
Oh yeah. If Grandma would have been here....she would have loved it. I couldn't help but laugh.
Praise You in This Storm words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms
I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down and wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day. But once again, I say amen and it's still raining as the thunder rolls I barely hear You whisper through the rain, "I'm with you" and as Your mercy falls I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
Chorus: And I'll praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands for You are who You are no matter where I am and every tear I've cried You hold in your hand You never left my side and though my heart is torn I will praise You in this storm
I remember when I stumbled in the wind You heard my cry to You and raised me up again my strength is almost gone how can I carry on if I can't find You and as the thunder rolls I barely hear You whisper through the rain "I'm with you" and as Your mercy falls I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away
Chorus
I lift my eyes onto the hills where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth I lift my eyes onto the hills where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I cannot get it out of my head that in 30 minutes it will be August 1st, 2008.
I'm not looking forward to it.
I'm loosing sleep over it.
I wish I could sleep through it. In fact, who could I write to get the date forever removed from the calendar??
I can't believe it's been 10 years.
August 1, 1998 was the worst day of my life. It's a day that I'm sure started out just like any other day. It was a day I had promised my grandma I would take her to Black Hawk. I didn't want to go. I had a bad feeling about it. It was like God was whispering in my ear to not go. Why didn't I listen? My grandma was so excited to go that's why I didn't listen. Oh who am I kidding? I still don't listen all that well...anyway... She had been talking about it all morning. I loved to see her smile. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. How could I say no to that?
So up the mountain we went. We had a fun afternoon. My grandma saved every nickle, dime, and quarter in a jar. She loved slot machines, and looked forward to any chance she got to go. We laughed a lot, and we talked. We at lunch at the restaurant I used to work at. I really hope she had a great time.
Then it started raining. Grandma didn't want to go yet. She thought we should wait the rain out. Another chance I had to listen...God was speaking louder now. I was worried the weather would get worse though, and so I wanted to get down the canyon.
I wasn't driving fast. You didn't dare drive crazy with Grandma in the car. I don't even really know how it happened. They say I hydroplaned. I hit a bus head on. A really big bus. The bus won. You know that bus barely had a scratch???
Then she was gone. The most beautiful woman in the world opened her eyes, closed them, and she was gone. A witness did CPR, and she lived for 3 more months. She was never able to leave the hospital though. She hated hospitals.
I miss her so much. My back and neck have been killing me this week. It's like even my body remembers. It's been 10 years and still I cry. I wish I could hear her voice.
She loved Jesus. For the months after the accident she was begging Him to take her home. I know she is there Him now.
The song Homesick by Mercy Me always makes me think of her. Here it is:
You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry Is how long must I wait to be with you
I close my eyes and I see your face If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow I've never been more homesick than now
Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same Cause I'm still here so far away from home
I close my eyes and I see your face If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow I've never been more homesick than now
In Christ, there are no goodbyes And in Christ, there is no end So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have To see you again To see you again
And I close my eyes and I see your face If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
