I will get by, with a little help from my friends

The last couple of weeks have been especially trying for me. I don't really know why. I came back to "reality" from vacation in California to "realize" life goes on. I have really great days, then not so great days. But I have realized my bad days correspond with my "I can do this myself" attitude which distances me from God. I know He is good. I know He gives me strength. I know He has a plan for me. I know He will reveal His plan in His own time. Problem is, patience is NOT one of my strengths.

But He is faithful and He gives me just what I need, just when I need it.  This weekend has been blessed. Truly a God-breathed weekend. My best friend and sister in Christ Leslie came to lift me up Friday night. She thought she was coming for a free dinner but ended up counseling me until midnight.  Rustin and I had lunch on Saturday with Chris and Stacie Hatchett.  Chris is our minister and we really look up to he and Stacie.  They both had some great words for me and I left lunch feeling better than I had in weeks.  Then Saturday night at Leslie's suggestion, Rustin and I watched Soul Surfer.  Soul Surfer is the true story of Bethany Hamilton, a pro-surfer that lost her arm in a shark attack.  Through her unwavering faith in God, she went on to surf competitively, serve others in His name and has been an inspiration to many around the world.  This morning in class, we heard the story from a brother in Christ about how God worked in his life through forgiveness on those that trespass on us. Tonight, we had the fortune to have dinner with the Washburns.  Sharon Washburn has decided to cease treatment for the cancer that is ravishing her body.  You can read her story here.  Sharon is one of the most amazing women I've had the pleasure to know!  God continues to answer no to her prayers for healing, her disease has progressed considerably leaving her unable to do things we take for granted every day.  Yet she sat there lifting ME up.  And she and Mike have been praying for ME everyday.  Sharon said something that really stuck with me.  Well she said lots of things that will stick with me but one thing I especially want to share.  She said, "Your kids are watching how you handle this."  How true is this although it's not crossed my mind.  This is my chance to praise Him even in the face of adversity; to be an example to my children.  Talk about perspective.

I'm in awe.  I shouldn't expect anything less from Him but it's still amazing every time he does this.  Here's the deal.  The last few weeks have been so much harder because my heart was hardening and I could feel the evil one planting those seeds of fear and doubt while I'm most vulnerable.  And how God fought back for me!  He gave Leslie, Chris, Stacie and Sharon just the words I needed to hear over the last 2 days.  None of them could have known in just what way the devil has attacked me.  I didn't have to say anything.  Because He knows.  And He loves me, no doubt. 

I am a woman who did not get her way. But Lord, I choose to follow you no matter what.

He's potty trained, promise.

Although I might end up deleting this post one day, like the post that forced my blog private so Thade could save face with his buddies, it's way too funny not to share.  I'm sorry Reed, I'm sure you will spew obcentities at me when you (or your girlfriend) are old enough to google yourself.  But just think of all those people you made giggle.  You can thank Uncle RyRy for sending me such awesomeness. Love, Mom

Toenails: Torture!

So, beach vacation day #3 started off with a toe injury that sent me to urgent care. I had to have my big toenail removed. Defintely the 2nd most painful experience of my life. I may have drawn blood from Rustin. All I know is poor guy had to pry my fingers out of his hand. Can't go in the sand, have to cancel my ballet class, yada yada. At least I fulfilled my bucket list item of driving the scooter at Target.













Check out the toe sock. Matches my finger sock quite well. Since
Memorial Day, I've sprained a shoulder tubing, injured my knee and wrist running, my hand/finger sliding off a dock, and now this. Maybe I just shouldn't leave the bed. Ever.

I know I'll have way more interesting pics from vacation to share than pitiful me on a scooter. Oh, except I haven't taken one yet. (I'll get right on that) Newport Beach is lovely as always. Perfect weather, beautiful beaches and great company. The kids are having a blast, I'm getting a tan, and my toenail will
grow back so I shouldn't complain. But it still does hurt like, well, getting your toenail ripped out so I suppose I'll whine anyway!

Happy Birthday Husband

To Rustin:

I'm so glad you were born on this day 32 years ago. I think my life would suck be much different if your mom decided enough is enough! after your brothers. Who would let the kids in bed with us? (they definitely know better than to show their face on mom's side at 2am). Who would find songs for me on iTunes? (nope - I never learned iTunes). Who would coach our sweaty teenager's basketball team? (um, when they make wine tasting a sport, I'm all in!). Who would tell me about the awesome TV shows I should be watching? (Breaking Bad most recently thank you very much). Who would play golf with such a pitiful and dreadful skilled, accomplished and somewhat charasmatic woman such as myself? Who would shave my right armpit in the shower when I didn't have use of my left hand? (I'm sure in your humbleness you are silently begging me to stop here) So- most importantly, who would love me just the way I am in just the perfect way? You are my best friend. I love you.

Your wife

Shock Therapy - They don't just do it in the movies

One thing I've always wanted to try besides Botox, Taming a wild hawk guitar lessons is shock therapy.  Well, today I got my chance!  What a weird (and not so comfortable) experience.  Basically, they hook you up to these nodes kinda like they do to crazy people in movies.  Except I didn't get to attack my annoying neighbor with a hot-glue gun or hide in a porta-potty toliet to deserve it.  The nodes send a shock to motor points that force your body into positions.  In my case, the shocks force my hand to close into a fist (well as close to a fist as I can get anyway).  It's interesting to say the least.

I saw the surgeon yesterday.  I didn't exactly get good news, but it's not bad news yet.  The skin flap he used to cover my stud is not gonna make it (that's OK flap-dude, just grow some more skin under your dying, patheticness and we'll be cool).  I have an option to go ahead with the skin graft surgery.  If I do, my healing time will be shortened but I would lose more finger.  And it's another surgery.  My other option is to keep waiting and pray that there is indeed good healthy skin growing under dying flap-dude. (Mr. Surgeon recommends this option).  My patience is growing very thin with the healing process.  I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually miss running.  I sleep on the wrong side of the bed to keep my hand on the outside and miss MY side.  I miss wrestling and picking up my kiddos.  It's hot and I want to swim.  I miss knitting (oh wait, I don't knit).  I'm still not able to hang my hand by my side and it basically hurts most of the time.  And did I mention it hurts?  Ok, ok, pity party over.

Overall, I'm doing well.  Rustin is fabulous, my kids are wild but sweet and my friends call and visit often. I have a new splint that leaves me with almost zero functionality but makes the injury less obvious which means I can stop telling nosy concerned strangers that an Obamacare supporter bit my finger off after I punched him. 

No, MY bundt cake!

People bring me food everyday. They also bring me dessert. I love it and these meals are truly a blessing. However, I can't run yet and I've encouraged the kids to have lots of dessert every night. Because believe me, I will finish whatever is left the next day. And although I love muffins, not looking for a top.

So today, my sweet friend Chesley brought a little of this heaven over.







The kids were begging for seconds but nope, these little heaven cakes are all mine. I think Adalae wanted to punch something (probably me).







Bring on the muffin top!

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Good news, finally

Thade's curve in his spine is not serious. And now I have some major ammunition to make him sit up straight. Any time I see him slouching, I just contort myself into the most unnatural position possible and walk in front of him. He sits up straight then, very straight.

Thank you for the prayers!

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