Can we be a blessing like this?

All I'm saying is. . .Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo(I'm sorry this message has been temporarily interrupted for a praise break around the room)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuujah!!!!!!!!!!!Glory to God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Missed the First Day of Spring!

I am so behind. I missed the first day of spring because my son decided that he needed to be hospitalized. But the good news is: my son is out of the hospital as of Sunday and I am once again returning to some state of normalcy (if there is such a thing)! Well, a new spring technically brings a new year and a new start. During this stressful time my family went through, we've been given a chance for a do-over with my son's asthma. He needed a specialist (like he used to have a while back) and now he has one. He also needed to find out how to take his medication so that it would be more effective and he would need it less instead of more and now he does. I think that God has blessings in hardship and it is all about finding the blessing and working with God through them instead of fighting and fretting over them.

What God has for me. . .

Right now my son is in the ICU of a children's hospital in St. Petersburg, FL, and I am not there. I am not in a state of panic but I have received a sense of clarity on somethings that used to irk me to no end and now how I should FEEL about those things. My son is asthmatic and is frequently hospitalized and medicated for it. He went to the E.R. yesterday so that he could get a more aggressive treatment since his home treatments were inadequate. I fully expected for him to be hospitalized there at the local hospital, so you can imagine my shock when the doctor told me he wanted my son to be transferred to another hospital over 2 hours away! At the time I was the one at the hospital with all three children and I knew I wouldn't be allowed to take the babies in the transport vehicle. So I called my husband from work and rollercoaster began. Now the reason I'm writing this has everything to do with a longstanding feeling of resentment I have for being the only one to stay at the hospital and sit with the children when they would have to be there (two of my children are relatively sickly). And for once I thought I would be relieved that I didn't have to stay at the hospital and endure the constant interruptions that keep my child from resting and the torture of watching tests and procedures being done and having to comfort and stay calm when my own heart is breaking. But suddenly when it was settled that my husband would be the one to go since the baby and my younger son couldn't go into the ICU, I began to have this overwhelming feeling of, get this, anger and resentment! Why? Why on earth would I be feeling this way and acting this way when I'm getting what I "want"? Because deep down I knew that it really wasn't what I wanted. I want to be there to comfort and care for my baby and this time I felt absolutely helpless because he's worse off than times before. My husband is very supportive and he does what he has to do. I'm sure he prefers that I was there instead of he, but this happened (in my humble opinion) to show me that what I do as a mom can be very tough but it is what He made me for. Sure I can do all those other things like working and hobbies turned career but deep down when I'm not doing what I think I'm supposed to be doing as a mom I feel lost and you KNOW we womend don't like feeling lost! Well, I'll keep you posted on my guy and I expect to be giving a good report very soon. God bless you for reading!:0)

Stevie Wonder

 

Stevie Wonder and "Hater-ade"

It's not everyday you get to go to a midnight music recording session. And it's even less rare to meet and talk to Stevie Wonder at that midnight music recording session. No, I didn't meet him :0( I'm just living vicariously through my best friend in California who got to go to that session and meet him. She is a wonderful musician and she was just doing what musicians do: play what ever instrument they play and her instrument of choice is the piano. She was unassuming and just killing time while she waited to record a jingle for Mr. Wonder's upcoming concert this week (My life is so boring. . .). And while she was playing around with another artist Kevin Nash, who walks in and goes right over to where she is playing on the piano? You guessed it. He didn't realize she was a girl until she spoke and seemed surprised (good female musicians are a special breed indeed). She was doing well not to melt into a pool of chocolate pudding (they would have already put me out by now), when he asked her to play something. No, I'm sorry. What?!? You're Stevie Wonder and you ask me to play? I'm trying to sit at your feet and you want ME to play something? I would have died right there on the spot(if I were still in the building). She remarked that famous people can't go making requests like that of her: her nerves are bad! I laughed but totally understood. She played the 12 Bar Blues for him even though this chick is classically trained! Now it is at this point that I must begin to explain where the hater-ade comes in. My friend is very sweet and humble. She is unassuming and kind to everyone. Most of the people who came in to record are established back up singers and musicians who "do" this sort of "thing" all the time. Their attitudes matched the "level" they were on and most knew each other already. My friend was almost accidentally chosen! She just happened to be at the right place at the right time. I say almost accidentally because I don't believe in accidents with God around. Anywho, when Mr. Wonder comes in to the room you know that he is purposefully walking to where she is playing and the room stops. Suddenly, this "misplaced" girl is the center of attention and has Mr. Wonder's attention. He being the amiable and socially infectious person I've always imagined him to be, talked with her, asked her to play, put his arm around her, and even played around with some of his runs with her! The envy was obvious as people began to go green at the attention she was being shown. Isn't hater-ade something? A minute ago she was insignificant! And this didn't just happen last night. She gets hated on all the time. I realize for her it is because she has something special that no one can deny. When she is famous she promised me at least 15 minutes! Just kidding, maybe. I started praying for her just the day before because I saw that she has a special gift with music and I believe God has a special purpose for her life. You don't let those gifts go unprotected because there is an enemy that seeks to wash out the gift with hater-ade. Sometimes the people closest to her have shown hate for her brilliance and she almost let go of it. She gets discouraged on every turn because people don't want her to shine if it isn't in their light. But my friend must shine. It is what she was born to do. I think God in His own special way moved on her behalf to give her a swift kick in the mojo to keep doing what she was born to do. If meeting Stevie Wonder doesn't help her to stay on her toes with her practice then there is no hope! I ain't hatin'! So I'm saying all this to say, "Don't hate: appreciate! Each of us has a job to do. Let us do it to the best of our abilities and live life with real purpose and drive. Hater-ade only keeps us thirsty and dry when we drink it and serve it up."

And Another Thing. . .

"What is WRONG with you?!?!?" I scream into my phone. I normally don't verbally abuse my friends, but when they lose touch with reality sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do! My girlfriend in Oregon has the opportunity of a lifetime to go all-expenses paid for six days to Hawaii--HAWAII!!!!!!!!!! Mind you, this is also with her husband AND without the children. Did I mention it was without the children? Total chance of a lifetime! She was all to quickly willing to turn the trip down (I almost slapped her except she's in a different time zone), but the worst part of it all was that she was going to turn the trip down because her children didn't want to stay at Grandma's. What the ___________(you can fill that blank however you like)?!? Have you really taken leave of your senses? OK, now granted, Grandma is a diabetic and leans on the cranky horn more than most can tolerate, but for only six days (not even a full week) there will be no permanent emotional damage I can assure you. I personally think it will help the little munchkins to appreciate you more. Maybe my little ones are still too young for me to take their feelings into consideration, or maybe, just maybe I don't really CARE about their feelings! Children's feelings like adults' feelings are fickle! And we don't naturally like seeing someone else do something that makes them happy if we aren't the reason for it. So I say, bring 'em back a souvenir Mama and remember to say "Mahalo!" to the ones who paid for the trip! And another thing: If for whatever reason while on that all-expense paid trip to an incredible piece of American soil, your spouse decides to take a Stupid pill or some other logic-altering drug, and forfeits a great opportunity for mind-blowing "Nookie" by ignoring and/or mistreating you, just remember: YOU ARE IN HAWAII!!!!!!!!!!!! Aloha!

What to do? What to do?

Many are the plans of a man's heart, but it is the Lord that directs the steps. . .

Spring Forward!

Ugh! I'm sooo tired. . .Why can't I function properly? *Sob* My whole being is off kilter and I want to hibernate! Oh, oh that's right. The government is fooling around with the time-space continuum again! I completely forgot. Does anyone have any articles or news related to deaths/accidents as a result the time change? Just curious. . . Happy blogging!

Conversation Between Us

Me: Something's happening.
God: Trust Me.
Me: I have so little faith
God: Use what faith you have. If you have faith the size of a mustard seed. . .
Me: I remember. Um, are You concerned about my everyday living? You know, the regular stuff?
God: There's not even a sparrow that falls to the ground that I don't know about. If I care enough about birds and flowers, what makes you so sure I wouldn't care about your needs? Aren't you more important to me than birds?
Me: Yes, I would think so but---
God: No buts. You are mine and my treasure. I am especially fond of you. Don't be anxious about your future. It is unknown anyway and will only serve to frustrate you if you did know. I can see the whole picture. You only see a fractal.
Me: So will you at least give me a "heads up" if things are going to be bad?
God: Not always, because all things "good or bad" I work together for your BEST good. . . So trust me.
Me: (Sigh) I trust You. Thanks, I love You.