Have you ever given someone advice and as you are giving it you get smacked in the face with it? Sometime we need to take our own advice. Thank you Lord for helping me to see that beam in my eye while trying to help someone else get a speck out of thiers!
Here's the advice - take it for what its worth in any given situation you may have going on. I hope the Lord speaks to you in it.
When you get to the other side – whatever the outcome may be – you will certainly be able to see God's hand in everything and know that all along he was guiding you, controlling everything, protecting you, and doing what was best for His child. That doesn't help much now but just know that no matter the outcome you will have reassurance and comfort knowing its best and it is God's timing – because let me tell you, if we had control over timing of everything we would screw so much up! But I know you know that. :-)
Just make sure you are reaching out in the right place – because God and your faith are right where you left them… sometimes its doors that we choose to go through and close behind us that close us off to our faith and our connection to God. I've been there. Traps that we tend to fall into and have back track to get out of. My trap is commitment and time… I get so far away from Him before I even know it because I stay so busy. Before I know it He's 3 days away through several doors of frustration from work and hurt from other individuals. If I had stuck with Him I would have been able to get through those things the right way instead of taking the grim path… know what I mean? I'm not saying any of that applies to you – that is just my experience as an example. All I'm saying is God is in all this somewhere… but it's a daily thing to keep Him with you... you have to be purposeful about it because He can't go anywhere you won't take Him. He can't handle anything you won't hand over to Him.
Blessings,
Mrs JD
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Nesting
So I went into nesting over drive last night. I get home with KK after her doctors appoint and Cameron comes to pick her up... no 2 year old to wrangle and I'm thinking "Hmmm, what can I get into???" I COULD just sit down and relax... but OMG there are so many things to be done before this baby comes. And so it begins.
I started in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher, reloading, washing pots and pans, scrubbed the sink and a cast iron trivet that was rusted, etc etc. I ran some water to mop the floor but then decided I should do the bathroom first. I make my way in there and I'm just disgusted at the site of my dingy old tub. Out comes the Clorox Cleanup... and I begin the task of scrubbing the tub and the tile surround. I hear a quick horn beep like the alert sound when you lock your doors with the remote and I panick while thinking to myself... My husband is home and if he finds me like this he is going to kill me!!! I decide to hop out and let the Clorox clean up sit and do its job.... but I know that no amount of scrubbing or soaking is going to get it back completely white... let's face it, it's the original cast iron tub that was put in this house when it was built in the 40's. UGH! I'm resigned to it simply because I can't refinish the darn thing myself without a trip to Lowes and a couple of days without a shower. I move on to mopping the floor.
In the middle of all this somewhere I managed to wash a few loads of clothes. I then decided I wanted to put together a shelf I bought to go over the sink. I get out the power drill and peice it together while sitiing at my kitchen table... which no longer has clothes sitting all over it (between my fantabulous husband and I we have been tackling that this week!) I certainly don't feel like sweeoping... I HATE sweeping and lets face it, there is NO way I could get down there to sweep up the inevitable pile of dirt and trash once I'm finished - I decide to let my husband vaccum the kitchen when he gets home... yeah, vaccuming is his thing and I'm totally happy for it because I can't really stand that chore either. And we just got a new snazzy and super filtered Tri-Star vaccum... I say "Go for it hubby!"
KK gets home and I'm wiping down counters but I can tell I'm slowing down... my back begins to ache. My husband makes it home from school about 8:15 and I didn't get the scolding I expected... but he did insist on running me a hot bath to soak. So, he rinsed the tub and ran the water and while I was soaking away he finished up what I hadn't gotten to. The alst thing I did before crawling into bed last night was mop the kitchen floor.
Sadly, when I got up this morning I couldn't help myself and I had to put all the little bathtub shelving back up and put things back in thier place. I just couldn't leave it there sitting on the back of my toilet and scattered around the sink. BUT, the house looks great and I feel so much more prepared to bring a child into this world. Let's hope we can keep things straight for the next couple of weeks!
I started in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher, reloading, washing pots and pans, scrubbed the sink and a cast iron trivet that was rusted, etc etc. I ran some water to mop the floor but then decided I should do the bathroom first. I make my way in there and I'm just disgusted at the site of my dingy old tub. Out comes the Clorox Cleanup... and I begin the task of scrubbing the tub and the tile surround. I hear a quick horn beep like the alert sound when you lock your doors with the remote and I panick while thinking to myself... My husband is home and if he finds me like this he is going to kill me!!! I decide to hop out and let the Clorox clean up sit and do its job.... but I know that no amount of scrubbing or soaking is going to get it back completely white... let's face it, it's the original cast iron tub that was put in this house when it was built in the 40's. UGH! I'm resigned to it simply because I can't refinish the darn thing myself without a trip to Lowes and a couple of days without a shower. I move on to mopping the floor.
In the middle of all this somewhere I managed to wash a few loads of clothes. I then decided I wanted to put together a shelf I bought to go over the sink. I get out the power drill and peice it together while sitiing at my kitchen table... which no longer has clothes sitting all over it (between my fantabulous husband and I we have been tackling that this week!) I certainly don't feel like sweeoping... I HATE sweeping and lets face it, there is NO way I could get down there to sweep up the inevitable pile of dirt and trash once I'm finished - I decide to let my husband vaccum the kitchen when he gets home... yeah, vaccuming is his thing and I'm totally happy for it because I can't really stand that chore either. And we just got a new snazzy and super filtered Tri-Star vaccum... I say "Go for it hubby!"
KK gets home and I'm wiping down counters but I can tell I'm slowing down... my back begins to ache. My husband makes it home from school about 8:15 and I didn't get the scolding I expected... but he did insist on running me a hot bath to soak. So, he rinsed the tub and ran the water and while I was soaking away he finished up what I hadn't gotten to. The alst thing I did before crawling into bed last night was mop the kitchen floor.
Sadly, when I got up this morning I couldn't help myself and I had to put all the little bathtub shelving back up and put things back in thier place. I just couldn't leave it there sitting on the back of my toilet and scattered around the sink. BUT, the house looks great and I feel so much more prepared to bring a child into this world. Let's hope we can keep things straight for the next couple of weeks!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
"I big girl! I big sisser!"
The time is getting closer (just 5 more weeks) and there is more and more buzz in the house about Ry's impending entrance into the Dorough family. KK's latest announcement any chance she gets: "I big girl! I big sisser!" Everyone finds this extremely endearing. I wonder how endearing it will be when she starts announcing where Ry came from... thank heaven I'm having a C-Section! The maternity coordinator at the hospital yesterday told me how her child announces all the time that her mommy pushed her baby sister out of her hiney. Out of the mouths of babes!!!
Over the weekend John put together the bassinet and we now have it settled in our room. KK was quite excited by the site of all the little parts and peices on the floor as Daddy put it together. She looks, examining each part carefully and then comes to me and says "Dat mine? Dat all mine?!" While waving her hand over the pile of parts in the floor. I giggled and said "No, honey, that's Ry's bed. Daddy is putting it together so she will have a place to sleep when she is born." Her eyes light up (apparently the thought of a new sister is even better than the thought of a new toy) and she says "Oh, dats Ryyeee's bed?". "Yes, honey, that's Ry's bed."
Thing go back to business as usual and she did get to see the final product before going to bed. She pops up the next morning and her first question is "Where Ryyeee's bed?" I explained that it was in our room where she would sleep until she is ready for a crib. I reminded her of when she was in a crib and she went on to have some extended conversation about that that I didn't particularly understand. :-)
The day goes on, she goes to school and I to work. When I pick her up and get home she tells me she is going to go play while I'm in the kitchen making dinner. I hear her holler "Turn on yites" (lights for those who don't speak KKese). I tell her she's a big girl she can turn on the lights. A minute later I hear "Mommy! I see Ryyeee?" I walk back there and see her standing in front of Ry's bassinet in my room (she was asking if she could turn on my light in my room, not hers, lol). She has this excited grin and she says again "I see Ryyeee?!"
Needless to say, it made me laugh, but I managed to explain that Ry is still growing in mommy's belly and it will still be a little while before she is born and will sleep in her bed. She is terribly excited about seeing her baby sister.
KK still insisted on checking Ry's bed out again last night... I guess she just wants to make sure everything is still in place for the arrrival of her sister. Afterall, she is "big sisser" and has to look out for the little one. Sheesh I love that little girl!
Over the weekend John put together the bassinet and we now have it settled in our room. KK was quite excited by the site of all the little parts and peices on the floor as Daddy put it together. She looks, examining each part carefully and then comes to me and says "Dat mine? Dat all mine?!" While waving her hand over the pile of parts in the floor. I giggled and said "No, honey, that's Ry's bed. Daddy is putting it together so she will have a place to sleep when she is born." Her eyes light up (apparently the thought of a new sister is even better than the thought of a new toy) and she says "Oh, dats Ryyeee's bed?". "Yes, honey, that's Ry's bed."
Thing go back to business as usual and she did get to see the final product before going to bed. She pops up the next morning and her first question is "Where Ryyeee's bed?" I explained that it was in our room where she would sleep until she is ready for a crib. I reminded her of when she was in a crib and she went on to have some extended conversation about that that I didn't particularly understand. :-)
The day goes on, she goes to school and I to work. When I pick her up and get home she tells me she is going to go play while I'm in the kitchen making dinner. I hear her holler "Turn on yites" (lights for those who don't speak KKese). I tell her she's a big girl she can turn on the lights. A minute later I hear "Mommy! I see Ryyeee?" I walk back there and see her standing in front of Ry's bassinet in my room (she was asking if she could turn on my light in my room, not hers, lol). She has this excited grin and she says again "I see Ryyeee?!"
Needless to say, it made me laugh, but I managed to explain that Ry is still growing in mommy's belly and it will still be a little while before she is born and will sleep in her bed. She is terribly excited about seeing her baby sister.
KK still insisted on checking Ry's bed out again last night... I guess she just wants to make sure everything is still in place for the arrrival of her sister. Afterall, she is "big sisser" and has to look out for the little one. Sheesh I love that little girl!
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