What are you screaming?

A line I read yesterday...

"Every one's life screams for something. What does your life scream for?"


Since reading that line yesterday, I can't get it out of my head. What does my life scream for? Not, "What do I live for?" But, "What does my life SCREAM for?"

-Social injustice?
-Politics?
-My faith?
-My unfair life?
-My great life?
-Me, Me, Me
-The lost?
-The found?
-The unborn?
-The dying?

What do people hear screaming from my life? What does my life scream, when I don't say a word?

Every one's life screams for something! What does your life scream for?

Fun Monday!

Today started early. We had (much needed) dentist appointments at 8:00am for the kiddos. This was Pey and Bears first visit to the dentist. The big girls went first and then the little ones. Everyone did great and we had zero cavities. That's right with all 4 kids we had NONE. I was so excited. I am not sure how it happened, because God knows it is not because of good dental habits. ( I wish I could say that it is because we brush after every meal and floss daily.) Anyway, I have a dental visit next month and I am sure I will make up for the cavities.

We came home for naps and then headed to the pool for the evening. It was great because it was a little cloudy and there was hardly no one there. So I got wonderful pictures and everyone had a blast.

Here are some of my goodies.

My Men

I wonder what she's laughing at?


My Little Crocodile Hunter

Tears

Ok, now I understand that it is completely wrong to make fun of someone. That being said I am NOT making fun of someone, but I am making fun of something.
While watching the Olympics the other night we got to watch something that I have never seen (on tv.) At they call it sport. :-)




Thoughts that came to mind as I watched and wiped the tears:

• Freezer section at Walmart. (We call it the "Walmart syndrome" because no matter what..... I always have to go to the bathroom when I got o Walmart.)


• The pee pee dance


• When having a Crohn's attack.


• Too much water.


• "Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, right now"

To reiterate my previous point. I am not making fun of anyone who is in the event or participates in this sport. But it is the funniest thing I have seen in a while. Aside from "the big red balls."

If you don't laugh at life, then it will laugh at you!!

The next time I go "walking" down the aisle at Walmart and someone wants to know why I am in such a hurry, I am just going to say," I am not in a hurry, I am training."

London 2012. Here I come!

Conversations heard around our house

Mom: Pey, please stop crying....you HAVE to share with your brother.
Pey: But I not want to share.
Mom: Jesus tells us that we need to love everyone and share. (Yes,I know HE didn't really say exactly that, but I try.)
Pey: But mooooooom.........Jesus didn't tell me that.
Mom: (trying to be wise) Ok God tells us that in the Bible.
Pey: But Mom, sometimes princesses cry.
Mom:ok (I think she won that one)

Mom:(While sitting on the toilet) Please, leave me alone. Can't I just poop in peace.
Bear: You poopin'!!! Yay! Daddy need to wipe you, Ok?
Mom: Ok, you go tell him that.


Pey: Hey MOM! I pooped! (Screaming from the bathroom)
Mom: Ok, tell me when your done.
Pey: Mom, it's Huge! Like and elephant trunk.

Mom: Ok goodnight lets say prayers.
Bear: Thank you Jesus for family, food, thunder and lightning (while make lightning sounds), and my monkey puppet dat goes oooooo, ooooo, ahhhh, ahhhhh
Pey: Thank you for da day. Thank you for mommy tummy feeling better. Thank you for our friends. Thank you for Jesus and God being best friends.

Breath of fresh Air!

This weekend has been so nice. I feel somewhat "normal" (whatever that is). Saturday I went out with my big girls and went yardsalin'. And yes, yardsalin' is a verb. The 3 of us have a blast when we get to do it. We get up at the butt crack of dawn and go on "the hunt". We ride all around town looking for good deals and laughing at everything. It is definitely a fun time to be had. We got home around 11 am or so and I was pooped.
Today hubby played in the band at church which meant he had to be there early, which in turn meant that I had to get the rest of us dressed and out the door without him. Normally this isn't a challenge but I was a little concerned with the whole surgery thing. But this morning was a breeze.
I love the church we are at. Each weekend I look forward to going and can say that I am truly excited to be a part. Without fail each Sunday I am punched in a different way, but in a good way. God really uses Lifepoint to feed my soul every Sunday. Today our pastor spoke about prayer. He said alot of great stuff, funny stuff, and relevant stuff. But all I heard was, "Hey, dummy, you don't pray enough." (No he didn't really say that, but that is what I heard in my head.) Wanna hear some good preachin' then here you go.
So this weekend was a breath of much needed fresh air. I am feeling good and my soul was fed.
God is good.

Two steps forward, one small step back

Wednesday was my 2 HUGE steps forward. By having the colon resection I definitely feel as if it was a proactive step in the right direction. My doctor said lets do this now, while your healthy. Hoping to give me the best chance at a quick recovery and a long remission.

My surgery went great. He ended up removing about 4-5 inches of my small intestines and about the same of my large intestines. So all in all it was about 10 inches. When most "normal" adults have about 25 Feet. 10 inches doesn't sound so big. I was able to come home from the hospital on Saturday. I was a little stir crazy on Saturday. Not with the hospital or my house, but with my body. I just couldn't get comfortable. Sitting was bad, laying was bad, standing was tiresome, walking hurt, a shower felt good (but there is only so long you can be in the shower), so I took some pills and finally rested. Sunday was good. I felt better and stronger. I was able to comfortably sit around and BE.
Ok, for me to just BE.....isn't possible. I ended up (with my big girls help) organizing our home school. And of course, I ended up over doing it. So there is my "small step back". Today I have spent most of my day in my bed. I woke up this morning hurting pretty badly. It is a weird sensation to NOT hurt where you have visible incisions. I hurt on the inside at the resection spot.
So I guess I need to take it one step at a time. I am anxious to get going and get back to normal.

I can't say thank you enough for all of the prayers that everyone said. I know that with the success of the surgery and short hospital stay, God has answered them all. He is so good and faithful to give us what we need.
Notice I say need. This is a huge lesson that I am continually being taught right now.
If I got what I wanted right now, that would be: to go eat a big honkin' plate of spicy Mexican food with never ending Coke and fantastic salsa.
But what I need is to be able to be with my family and to be on the road to recovery. With each step I take out of my bed or down a hallway, I am thankful that I am able to do so. I have feeling that I might forget about God for 5.2 seconds if I had a chimichanga in front of me. (I suppose that why God doesn't always give us our wants.)

Time is short

I am 4 days away from having my guts cut out. (Sorry to be so graphic, but how often can someone say "Im gettin' my gut cut out"?)
I must say.... at this point....right now..... I am not nervous or anxious. I am sure that will change come Wednesday morning.
I know that there are alot of prayers going out right now for us and our situation. For that.... I thank you. Please don't let up.

To be transparent for a moment!

I struggle with asking for prayer. I always feel like there are many people worse off and in tougher situation than we are. I feel selfish and self centered. (Maybe this is somewhere God needs to stretch me.) So that being said, I humbly ask for prayers as we go into next week.
Here are some specifics you can pray for:

-The kiddos. That they will have some sort of understanding and peace while I am away in the hospital. Especially the little ones. Because they won't understand fully why I am not at home. Please pray for the big kids to not worry about things. They are at an age where they are learning to worry.
-Hubby- As he travels to and from the hospital. (It is an hour away.) And that he will not be anxious. Also pray for him as he is at home, without any break. Pray that he keeps his sanity. (What little he has left.)
-10:00am Wednesday is when my surgery is scheduled. It should take and hour and a half to complete. We will not know how long my hospital stay will be until the surgery happens. Please pray that the Dr. can do it all laproscopically.
-Recovery to be be quick so that I can come home quick.
-I will miss my family in a HUGE way so please pray for comfort in that.

Thank you so much for your continued prayer. It is a huge comfort for me to know that I am being lifted up. I will keep you posted as I can. Love you all.