Dear God,
I talk with you often, and love the way I feel afterwards. I'm sure we laugh together, with some to the thoughts that go thru my head. Of course you know each and every one, and I pray you forgive me for many of them.
Tonight, I sit here with a heavy heart. Many prayers have gone up to you, and I hope they are continuing to be piled on your stack of prayers you receive every minute. Tonight Lord, I'd like to ask you, Would you please sit with my brother, talk to him, let him really feel your presents, enter his heart and fill him with your blessings, help heal him, and help him to come home to his family soon. He's alone there right now, just the nurses to watch over him, this would be a great time to whisper some words of love and encouragement for his ears only. Please let his stroke be a mild one, and help him to recover fast. He's always been strong for everyone he knows, and now he needs our strength, but isn't sure how to reach out to us and let us help. He's a good man, Lord, had it hard at times, pride always kept him going. Relying on you when things were tough, and you always come thru for him and his family.
I ask you tonight Dear Father, please heal him, and if it's his time to go, please don't let him suffer for long days and nights. But we would like more time with him here with us on earth, if you see fit to leave him healing. Either way, it's in your hands Lord. Please hold him tight, and make him better, whether it's here on earth or in heaven. In Jesus' name I pray, AMEN
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Jan.6 - Talk about a Thursday
It's gonna snow again, yes, it's winter and snow is a must.
Suppose to come in tonight, and all day tomorrow, only about an
inch they are predicting, but snow no less.
Then stay cold, meaning it will hang around for several
days, that's good news, at least for me.
So, my title needs explained.
My day was spent watching little Kiley again, while her
parents work. I think she is getting more teeth in, for she
is thristy and her #2 is soft, very soft at times,
very soft soft today. So first off, mid morning, she'd
had lots to drink, so she sort of overflowed out the
leg of her diaper on one side, so off comes the wet/damp
clothes, and into the dryer, damp, not soaked, and
I have sent her other clothes home with her, so not
really any reserves here. I take my laundry that was
drying out of dryer, insert hers, 5 minutes should do
it. Kiley, takes off running and giggling anytime she
has her clothes off, so there streaks through the house
the little K. Such a cute sight those little chubby legs,
going as fast as they can.
Fast forward, clothes are dry, Gr-ma holds the clothes
in one hand and tells Kiley to come get dressed, holding out
other hand for her to take hold of. No such luck, kids
giggles, slaps at my outstretched hand and goes the
other way, with Gr-ma in hot pursuit. I corner her at
a chair in living room, literally drag a giggling little K
to an area on floor not covered with toys and building
blocks, get down on floor, lay her back, let go of her,
only for her to do the R & R from me. Yeah, she rolled and run.
Up I get, chase her little flying legs all the way to my
bedroom, where again I corner her, she hasn't figured out
yet that she should run to kitchen and around the table
to keep away from me.
I get her settled on floor, with legs flalling, giggles, feet jerking
back from me, I put her little panty hose on her.
What an adventure at least for me. Finally dressed.
Lunch time, she is eating her food, talking in between
bites, trying to share with me, but no thank you
anyway honey, Gr-ma has her own. All of a sudden,
she pushes her plate away and says done, and whines
and lifts herself up off seat of the highchair. Ok she's done
and wants out now. I get washcloth, clean food off her
hands and face, and oh my, oh my, oh my gosh, what
is that smell. Oh Kiley, you peeyou'ed. She says phewww.
Ok, diaper change immediately. I take her to my room,
lay her down, start stripping her clothes off only to
discover the doo had went up the back of her diaper and
started to escape out the top of it, and it had started out the
side of her leg too. Ok, ok, breathe, oh no, not breathe,
peeyouuuu....
Take all clothes off the poor baby, clean her, take toxic diaper
to trash, and she had done the R, D, & R this time. She had
rolled, dropped off bed, and run, this time naked through
the house to living room, where again she was cornered.
Had clothes and diaper with me, as Leslie had dug up some of
her mismatched clothes we have, and I again did the wrestling
match to dress her. I won another round.
Nap time came, went well, got up in good mood, giggling and
running. So far so good. Wheewww.
I picked her up later on, and she had wet out her diaper again.
I think Mom needs to go back to Pampers.
So here we went again, doing the R & R and Gr-ma
again chasing her and wrestling her to get some more
mismatched clothes on her little bitty body.
How in the world does so much strength and energy
live in that tiny little body.
Her Dad is off work tomorrow, I hope he has just half as
good a day as I had today, for I sure don't want to have
all the fun times with her.
God please give Dave as good if not better day tomorrow
as I had today, for those wonderful unforgetable
memories. Amen
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Family of Strangers.
Families come in all sizes and shapes, as well as personalities. Mine come together as strangers. Sounds weird, but there is no other way to describe it.
I write this. not in pride nor shame, just fact. I come from a large family. There were 6 of us, which shared the love my parents dealt out. Being of many personalities, my parents had ideals of raising us, like so many parents do, like I have done in raising mine too, that us kids didn't share in their thinking. But whose parenting is the right way of raising children?
Today found us attending and helping host an open house to introduce our Grand daughter to friends and family. Attending the event were some of my family, who graced us with their presence, some we haven't seen in years, but live only across town from us, and the farthest, 30 miles away. It was a very nice visit with each other, catching up, who's who, who's where, who's doing what, etc. But we sat visiting like strangers, throwing topic after topic out to just converse.
The 6 of us grew up together in as normal of ways, I guess, but in the end, none of us really connected and held any special bond between us. As the years went by, busy with each of our own families and new families as we married, we never stayed friends to the end, sort of thing. I don't know if it is truly competition, just loathing, or dislike between us, but we don't even care enough about each other to call and check up on one another, from time to time. I know myself, someone has asked me how one of my siblings were doing, and I stood there wondering myself how they were. For I didn't know and til that moment, just didn't care.
Not to be misunderstood here, I think we all love each other, but nothing lasting to hold a foundation together. Like many families, we gather for funerals, to show respect, love and grief when someone dies. Other than that, we go on with our lives individually, dealing with our lives ups and downs, not leaning on each other, not being friends, not staying in contact.
So today, when 3 of us were together, it turned out to be us 3 younger ones, it felt good, just seeing how we look, hearing how we've been, talking about our children, work, our personal conflicts and conquests. #3 brother is gone now 7 years. The 2 oldest didn't care to join us, so at least the day wasn't lost to my daughter and her sister in knowing no one cared from my family.
I wonder sometimes, where we went wrong growing up, not to have formed a bond like many families have. And I watch my own 2 girls, talk of future things, make plans to do things together, share their troubles and joys, and wonder why I don't miss that bond with my own siblings. Maybe it's the different personalities, and if I meet them on the street, they won't be someone I would want to be friends with even, or if it's the fact that I know them too well to want to be friends with them. Maybe they know me too well too. Or the fact that we knew each other in the past and know secrets that would be better to stay buried.
All in all, these 3 strangers today, enjoyed sitting in a group and sharing with each other our lives since we last encountered each other. The 2 oldest ones, well they don't know what they missed. It was very nice, and I think someday soon, I might drive the 9 blocks and visit with my sister, and some Sunday afternoon, drive the 30 miles and visit with my littlest big brother too. They just might grow on me someday.
I write this. not in pride nor shame, just fact. I come from a large family. There were 6 of us, which shared the love my parents dealt out. Being of many personalities, my parents had ideals of raising us, like so many parents do, like I have done in raising mine too, that us kids didn't share in their thinking. But whose parenting is the right way of raising children?
Today found us attending and helping host an open house to introduce our Grand daughter to friends and family. Attending the event were some of my family, who graced us with their presence, some we haven't seen in years, but live only across town from us, and the farthest, 30 miles away. It was a very nice visit with each other, catching up, who's who, who's where, who's doing what, etc. But we sat visiting like strangers, throwing topic after topic out to just converse.
The 6 of us grew up together in as normal of ways, I guess, but in the end, none of us really connected and held any special bond between us. As the years went by, busy with each of our own families and new families as we married, we never stayed friends to the end, sort of thing. I don't know if it is truly competition, just loathing, or dislike between us, but we don't even care enough about each other to call and check up on one another, from time to time. I know myself, someone has asked me how one of my siblings were doing, and I stood there wondering myself how they were. For I didn't know and til that moment, just didn't care.
Not to be misunderstood here, I think we all love each other, but nothing lasting to hold a foundation together. Like many families, we gather for funerals, to show respect, love and grief when someone dies. Other than that, we go on with our lives individually, dealing with our lives ups and downs, not leaning on each other, not being friends, not staying in contact.
So today, when 3 of us were together, it turned out to be us 3 younger ones, it felt good, just seeing how we look, hearing how we've been, talking about our children, work, our personal conflicts and conquests. #3 brother is gone now 7 years. The 2 oldest didn't care to join us, so at least the day wasn't lost to my daughter and her sister in knowing no one cared from my family.
I wonder sometimes, where we went wrong growing up, not to have formed a bond like many families have. And I watch my own 2 girls, talk of future things, make plans to do things together, share their troubles and joys, and wonder why I don't miss that bond with my own siblings. Maybe it's the different personalities, and if I meet them on the street, they won't be someone I would want to be friends with even, or if it's the fact that I know them too well to want to be friends with them. Maybe they know me too well too. Or the fact that we knew each other in the past and know secrets that would be better to stay buried.
All in all, these 3 strangers today, enjoyed sitting in a group and sharing with each other our lives since we last encountered each other. The 2 oldest ones, well they don't know what they missed. It was very nice, and I think someday soon, I might drive the 9 blocks and visit with my sister, and some Sunday afternoon, drive the 30 miles and visit with my littlest big brother too. They just might grow on me someday.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Greetings
Where to begin? I'm Laura, married to Steve. We have 2 beautiful girls, Leslie and Melanie. Melanie is married to Dave, and have a little girl Kiley. We are a small family, used to be from large ones, but you know how life is, some families grow green eyed monsters, and our did. Jealousy is so unbecoming of humans. We tend to laugh at animals when they vie for attention, but in humans it turns ugly and really breaks the heart of those who are true. Sad to have to say, Steve and I have experienced it in both our families.
We will be married 30 years come March 14. Hard to believe when your having this much fun, life speeds up so fast.
Steve and I both grew up on farms. We are both from small farming communities, we were only 20 miles apart really. Met and married in the county we have lived in all these years. Our girls have only known one home. In the next couple years we plan to sell this house and move to our "retirement" home, as I like to call it.
August 21st we become grandparents, our first one, and we love it. It sure gives a new meaning to parenthood, when we watch our own go through the process of having a child. For me, I couldn't take the pain away for my daughter and she had mercy on mom and let us wait in the waiting room. Her sister and husband stayed for the event. Leslie was/is so impressed with her new little niece, and Dave couldn't be a prouder Daddy. As for Grandpa, I don't think this little girl will ever hear him say "No". For me, Grandma, I have to say, if dying is like the flashbacks from my own life experience having and raising my own girls, then dying won't be bad at all. So many memories and the flood of feelings, well, it's really indescribable. All wonderous and glorious and just love blooming all over.
Steve and I are avid Antique Tractor pullers and IH collectors. We love to find old broken down, rusted, missing parts, partly there antiques and refurbishing them to look like new again. Our passion for the International line of letter series tractors. Our collection so far is 1939-M, 1950-M, 1942-H, 1942-W6, 1948-C and Steve's fathers old Farmall-706 and IH-966. The first 4 are completely restored and we pull with them, as well as use them on our little farm. We are in the process of restoring the C now. It's all disassembled and parts are primered, the rest is getting ground down and sanded so we can finish primering it and then I can apply the "red" paint. That's always the proud moment, after it is painted and we can stand back and look at all those hours and know they were not wasted. Of course it also has the benefit of Steve and I getting to spend time together doing things we love, and working together on these projects are things we love to do.
So til the next time....God Bless
We will be married 30 years come March 14. Hard to believe when your having this much fun, life speeds up so fast.
Steve and I both grew up on farms. We are both from small farming communities, we were only 20 miles apart really. Met and married in the county we have lived in all these years. Our girls have only known one home. In the next couple years we plan to sell this house and move to our "retirement" home, as I like to call it.
August 21st we become grandparents, our first one, and we love it. It sure gives a new meaning to parenthood, when we watch our own go through the process of having a child. For me, I couldn't take the pain away for my daughter and she had mercy on mom and let us wait in the waiting room. Her sister and husband stayed for the event. Leslie was/is so impressed with her new little niece, and Dave couldn't be a prouder Daddy. As for Grandpa, I don't think this little girl will ever hear him say "No". For me, Grandma, I have to say, if dying is like the flashbacks from my own life experience having and raising my own girls, then dying won't be bad at all. So many memories and the flood of feelings, well, it's really indescribable. All wonderous and glorious and just love blooming all over.
Steve and I are avid Antique Tractor pullers and IH collectors. We love to find old broken down, rusted, missing parts, partly there antiques and refurbishing them to look like new again. Our passion for the International line of letter series tractors. Our collection so far is 1939-M, 1950-M, 1942-H, 1942-W6, 1948-C and Steve's fathers old Farmall-706 and IH-966. The first 4 are completely restored and we pull with them, as well as use them on our little farm. We are in the process of restoring the C now. It's all disassembled and parts are primered, the rest is getting ground down and sanded so we can finish primering it and then I can apply the "red" paint. That's always the proud moment, after it is painted and we can stand back and look at all those hours and know they were not wasted. Of course it also has the benefit of Steve and I getting to spend time together doing things we love, and working together on these projects are things we love to do.
So til the next time....God Bless
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