Vitallity returns to the young!

WOW! What a night that was. Moments before I was going to take our daughter to the ER she was able to hold down fluids. She had a 17 hour run of food poison. She is tired but eating and drinking constantly now popcycles in and staying!

We had a wonderful family weekend. On a budget we used what we had.
We had the tires rotated on our truck, when I went to get my husband there was free lunch at the tire store. Hot dogs soda and chips. We used our memebership to the Science museum and then had supper at home. We played with the kids alot.
We only used the gas money it took to drive to the city.
I thought it was so sweet to be able to watch God provide family moments.
Thinking on what we can do is a wonderful thing to see my husband bend into.

The children were home today only two more days of school and then we have a week off till summer school for my nine year old math and reading. I want ot give her a strong foundation. It will give my son a "little" boy time. He missed out on so many months of infancy so I want to set him a foundation of "its ok to be little" he regresses under stress. I also want to work on his writing and phonics. He may need surgery this summer too.

Sleep Walking Momma

Up all night

I held her hair

Helped her pull up her underwear

Run mommy run

Then up it’d come

Having food poisoning

Is just no fun!

Dry heaves follow

Back and forth

The world needs land legs

Grandma’s cupboard

Grew old

Children hadn’t come to play

Check those expiration dates

Sleep walking momma

Her eyes are heavy today

Pop cycle stayed down

Hurray! Hurray!

A childs delight!

This week I had the privilege to make seven costumes for my daughter class play. A canoe, a gift box wrapped in red and blue, a "Woody Newspaper" for my girl, and four cloth "paper bag costumes". It was the actual "Paper" bags at rehearsal that was the proof of Need for this teacher. I was thrilled to find all four colors of fabric in my stash. The teacher had a child of her own to celebrate and I did not want to see her have to shop for fabric after working and cutting her own evening short. The play is on recycling.

The boy who wore the gift box was my gift for doing the job ( all within a less than 24 hour time frame). This boy like the "HAUS" from Bonanza of my youth; was a large child who stood with a costume that might have fit my petite little girl but he was just holding his in front of himself. I thought this will not do. So I made a box that was comfortable and ample, I cut wings to create arms for him too. The most endearing even: When I delivered them and the teacher embraced me with tears of gratitude she asked this "haus" to try on his costume the child did so in front of the class and with GLEE EXCLAIMED "I HAVE ARM! I HAVE ARMS EVERYBODY!
I cried for half an hour , it was so touching to see this child who hardly ever lifted his face our made much of a sound with his voice to be filled with such delight and his face shone!

Tonight my husband and the kids made duct tape and cardboard weapons and had a back yard duel; too cute. Me and our duct tape Daddy and all the glory that is a child's delight!

A different perspective.

While I was out mowing my lawn this morning I was thinking about fear.
A thought occured to me there is a passage that says; "the thing we fear most will come apon us".
While many ,even I in time past, feel a dread while thinking about this, I felt another more loving interpratation.
What if.........for example.......My daughter, who has Social Conitive dysfunction, who is vonerable to being bullied, or worse yet as the doc tells me this is the kid who is in danger of being raped etc. We must watch her with dilligence. What if this; being my worst fear ever for my girl, is the very thing I needed to deal with the wounds of all the rape I suffered in my youth.
What if the gift is to learn to stop being afraid.
What if ......for example when Dan came home with hypothyroiism and the scare of retardation and dworfism we delt with for three years was to learn to stop being afraid. What if the sleep apnia and his asthma was a chance to trust God for every bredth. What if the Ushers Syndrome (Deafness/ blindness in adilecence) threat is the same thing to learn to stop being afraid. My husband when adopting had the worst fear of a deaf son. "how could a male child succeed and have a prosperous life?" Afraid for the child not himself. We are older and will not survive to care for these kids into thier later adult years.
All those years I delt with my own hearing loss and surgeries. Learning sign language and being humiliated by my own hearing impairment.
What if the reason I was'nt soo afraid when Dan was haveing and is even now facing more possible corrective surgeries is because I had to face down those fears already . I SAW GOD THERE FOR ME>
I CAN MORE EASILY SEE GOD THERE FOR DAN IN THIS>

Being able to see God there in our lives is the very part of TRUST that removes all Fear.
So What if it is a real gift that the very things we fear come upon us so that we can learn trust.
Trust in God to be made BIG in the midst of all this big stuff.

I used to fear that God would reject me: so then even at my worst he proved me wrong. He proved fear wrong. The very thing that we fear might just be the very gift that we need to prove fear wrong!