I am extremely wound up at the moment and feeling the need to blow off some steam, so I've put the kettle on to boil for tea, and with the smell of fresh apple bread filling my kitchen, I'm settling in to do some ranting.
First things first, whoever thought it was a brilliant idea to spray poison liquid in our houses to kill ants was not a genius. To begin with, it takes a ridiculous amount of work to prepare your house for said spraying, especially when you live in a tiny, two-bedroom townhouse with small children and every wall has furniture on it and every cupboard and closet is crammed with stuff. Then, you aren't allowed to clean your baseboards and cupboards for four weeks after the spraying has been completed, which basically means you're living with poison everywhere for a month. When you have children under the age of three who are crawling around on the floor and putting everything in their mouths, this is a disgusting and scary thought, not to mention the fact that our dishes and food are sitting in cupboards that have also been coated in poison. Ick.
Secondly, to make an official announcement along with my ranting, Tim no longer works for Artech. He has finally taken the plunge and gone back to trucking at Northland full-time. So far, we are ecstatic not to be dealing with the stress that is working at the mis-micro-un-managed Artech Communications. However, we do still have do deal with an overtime settlement in regards to Tim's hours for 2009, as well as somehow getting a check for his vacation pay owing, as well as some corporate expenses that went on our credit card that shouldn't have. Suffices to say, they are a bunch of idiots, and I'm getting an ulcer just thinking about their stupidity. I won't go into great details about just how stupid they are, but I will say that if they don't get their act together and come up with a number that we can agree on, we will go to the ESA and file a claim, just see if we don't. Honestly, we were ready to deal with this peaceably, until they started saying that when Tim worked a 40 hour week, 9 to 5 every day, that he still owes them 2.5 hours of lieu time for lunch breaks. GAAAAHHH!!!
Anyway, I'm not feeling anymore settled, and I have an inkling that thinking about this as I blog is only adding to my sense of angst. My water is almost boiled; I'm going to go have a cup of tea and work on a puzzle until Reuben wakes up from his nap.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
"See, I am doing a new thing!"
I had the great privilege this past weekend of going to a Living Proof conference in Toronto where Beth Moore was the speaker. It was an excellent experience, both because of the opportunity to get out for a Friday evening/Saturday morning without the kids and because of the spiritual experience that I got to have reconnecting with God. I found the theme for the weekend, the title of my post, Isaiah 43:19, quite appropriate. I have been desperate for God to do a new thing in my life, especially when it comes to my relationship with Him, and I hope that this weekend will prove to be the turning point as far as that goes.
I had actually thought that I would have some more profound thoughts to say on the subject, but I'm drawing a blank at the moment. Go figure. I have an evening to myself, Tim's gone on a trucking run, the kids are in bed, I have no work tonight, there's nothing good on TV yet, and I can't figure out what to say on my blog.
...however, as I finished typing that, I just remembered something that I've been meaning to do and never seem to find time for, and that is to watch Season 1 of Stargate Universe that a friend gave me...hmmmm...first I have to figure out how to play movies off the XBox another friend is lending us as the format that I received Stargate in won't play off of our DVD player...
Anyway, I think I'll end this there, then. Isn't it great that I'm blogging more regularly again?!
I had actually thought that I would have some more profound thoughts to say on the subject, but I'm drawing a blank at the moment. Go figure. I have an evening to myself, Tim's gone on a trucking run, the kids are in bed, I have no work tonight, there's nothing good on TV yet, and I can't figure out what to say on my blog.
...however, as I finished typing that, I just remembered something that I've been meaning to do and never seem to find time for, and that is to watch Season 1 of Stargate Universe that a friend gave me...hmmmm...first I have to figure out how to play movies off the XBox another friend is lending us as the format that I received Stargate in won't play off of our DVD player...
Anyway, I think I'll end this there, then. Isn't it great that I'm blogging more regularly again?!
Friday, March 12, 2010
Inspiration from the Olympics
In reference to Justine's comment on my previous post, yes, I am the one you had the discussion with about the Olympics in reference to people needing something to believe in. I had intended to blog about that at some point, but then I forgot all the profound things I was going to say on the subject. Maybe I'll attempt to cover it now, although I'm sure it won't be as good as I originally intended.
Now, granted, the Olympics have been over for a while now, but it was around the time it ended when there were different discussions happening about how Canadians were really coming through to show their pride in their country etc. etc, that I started having some thoughts about nationalism and patriotism and how all of that fits in to our lives as Christians. I did not come to any firm conclusions on the matter, but one of the things I had commented about to Justine (and maybe to a few other people, I can't remember) was how it really goes to show just how desperately people are looking for something to believe in, and the Olympics gave that to them. I had to wonder what the world would look like if as many people put the passion they felt for the Olympics and being Canadian into a passion for God.
Leading out of that, and this I did not get into in my discussion with Justine, was a massive sense of awe that I experienced after the closing ceremonies. It struck me that the emotions we felt during the Olympics, pride in our Canadian atheletes, joy at watching them win, the awe we felt when watching the opening and closing ceremonies, the sense of solidarity and togetherness we felt as a nation -- think about how much more of that we will experience as Christians when Christ returns and we see God in all His glory; how much more awesome, how much more joy -- my mind was absolutely blown away, and I felt actual fear when I thought about it, fear that when that day comes, I just might not be able to handle all the incredible awesomeness that God is, that my heart just might explode in my chest. I actually prayed to God that He would not let me be too overwhelmed on that day... Is that wierd?
So, in all this, you may be interested to know, dear Reader, that in this past week since writing my last post, I have felt God's presence in my life in a way that I have not felt for a very long time, if ever. It is a rather pleasant change that I hope will stay around for a while...
Now, granted, the Olympics have been over for a while now, but it was around the time it ended when there were different discussions happening about how Canadians were really coming through to show their pride in their country etc. etc, that I started having some thoughts about nationalism and patriotism and how all of that fits in to our lives as Christians. I did not come to any firm conclusions on the matter, but one of the things I had commented about to Justine (and maybe to a few other people, I can't remember) was how it really goes to show just how desperately people are looking for something to believe in, and the Olympics gave that to them. I had to wonder what the world would look like if as many people put the passion they felt for the Olympics and being Canadian into a passion for God.
Leading out of that, and this I did not get into in my discussion with Justine, was a massive sense of awe that I experienced after the closing ceremonies. It struck me that the emotions we felt during the Olympics, pride in our Canadian atheletes, joy at watching them win, the awe we felt when watching the opening and closing ceremonies, the sense of solidarity and togetherness we felt as a nation -- think about how much more of that we will experience as Christians when Christ returns and we see God in all His glory; how much more awesome, how much more joy -- my mind was absolutely blown away, and I felt actual fear when I thought about it, fear that when that day comes, I just might not be able to handle all the incredible awesomeness that God is, that my heart just might explode in my chest. I actually prayed to God that He would not let me be too overwhelmed on that day... Is that wierd?
So, in all this, you may be interested to know, dear Reader, that in this past week since writing my last post, I have felt God's presence in my life in a way that I have not felt for a very long time, if ever. It is a rather pleasant change that I hope will stay around for a while...
Friday, March 05, 2010
Jonah 2:2-9
Earlier this week, I had some really good ideas for another blog post. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to write them down right away, so now I forget most of what I was going to say. This is a feeble attempt to remember what they were for you...
I was driving home from my Mom 2 Mom group on Monday night when I had most of these thoughts. For some reason, driving is a very therapeutic time for me. The kids (when they're with me, and for once, they weren't that night) are usually quiet. I can put some music on and just think.
On Monday night in particular, I was driving my sister's car, and she had a Sarah McLachlin CD playing -- excellent music to emote to. The moon was full, and the reflection on the water as I drove over the Burlington Skyway bridge made my heart ache. The car passed from shadow to light, shadow to light as the streetlights passed overhead. There's something about driving at night that makes me even more melancholy.
I found myself wondering, when do we begin to heal? The cliche, "Time heals all wounds," comes to mind just now, but it's just such a lame statement that, while maybe true, doesn't really offer much in the way of help. Do we heal gradually, without noticing it, until one day, after "time" has gone by, we wake up and realize we no longer hurt? Or do we somewhere along the way force ourselves to heal by engaging in therapeutic acts, writing blog posts that haven't been written for too much time, laughing at funny movies when we'd rather be crying, playing games with our friends when we just want to be alone, cleaning the house when we'd rather just let it stay dirty...the acts of living life to the fullest instead of wallowing in our misery...
I think sometimes we have no choice but to do those little things that help us claw our way out of that deep pit. Maybe if the pit weren't so deep, we could wait for it to slowly fill back in with dirt until we get back on even ground. But sometimes...sometimes, it takes a litle more effort.
Okay, that was deeper than I meant it to be (hah, no pun intended). Leaving now. Kaylee's done her snack. Ponder that if you will...
I was driving home from my Mom 2 Mom group on Monday night when I had most of these thoughts. For some reason, driving is a very therapeutic time for me. The kids (when they're with me, and for once, they weren't that night) are usually quiet. I can put some music on and just think.
On Monday night in particular, I was driving my sister's car, and she had a Sarah McLachlin CD playing -- excellent music to emote to. The moon was full, and the reflection on the water as I drove over the Burlington Skyway bridge made my heart ache. The car passed from shadow to light, shadow to light as the streetlights passed overhead. There's something about driving at night that makes me even more melancholy.
I found myself wondering, when do we begin to heal? The cliche, "Time heals all wounds," comes to mind just now, but it's just such a lame statement that, while maybe true, doesn't really offer much in the way of help. Do we heal gradually, without noticing it, until one day, after "time" has gone by, we wake up and realize we no longer hurt? Or do we somewhere along the way force ourselves to heal by engaging in therapeutic acts, writing blog posts that haven't been written for too much time, laughing at funny movies when we'd rather be crying, playing games with our friends when we just want to be alone, cleaning the house when we'd rather just let it stay dirty...the acts of living life to the fullest instead of wallowing in our misery...
I think sometimes we have no choice but to do those little things that help us claw our way out of that deep pit. Maybe if the pit weren't so deep, we could wait for it to slowly fill back in with dirt until we get back on even ground. But sometimes...sometimes, it takes a litle more effort.
Okay, that was deeper than I meant it to be (hah, no pun intended). Leaving now. Kaylee's done her snack. Ponder that if you will...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
In contemplation...
Lo and behold, I find myself with a small desire to blog today, so I'm taking advantage of the urge to write something a little more contemplative, seeing as how I just did an update not that long ago. The funny thing is, life has taken so many twists and turns that I hardly know to where I should turn my thoughts, to focus my contemplations.
I could think of Grandma, and how a silly little thing like using milk bags to store my cheese in reminds me of her. And how thinking of her makes me also think of the funny way she used to say, "Yep, yep" in a kind of breathy way, and how she used to call Grandpa "Daddy", and now I do that with Tim.
I could think of Aunt Jean, and remember how I taught her piano for a little while, and how she really wanted to learn some Christmas songs to play to her kids. And I could think about how we never did get to have coffee together sometime after Christmas like we'd talked about... Or I remember how stark and cold the landscape looked the night we drove back to Hamilton after finding out she had died; the way the moon reflected off the snow on the fields echoed the bleakness in my heart.
I could think about how exhausted and drained I feel; tired from lack of sleep (I blame Kaylee...); worn out from experiencing so many emotions, so many changes; lost in this odd feeling of fogginess when I try to think about who I am now and what my life has become. I feel like I need to somehow catch up with myself and where I'm at in the timeline of my life.
I could think about the good things that are happening in my life behind the scenes of all the sadness. How absolutely adorable my kids are...the way Kaylee smiles with her whole body and gets so incredibly excited every time she sees her Daddy; the twinkle in Reuben's eyes when he smiles. How I'm starting to make new connections and friends at our church... How we have been so supported by all of our friends and family with everything that has gone on... How God continues to be faithful to provide for us in so many ways, and how He is always there, even when I am not good at drawing near to Him. You'd think with everything going on I'd be so much better at leaning on Him...I'm not.
*big sigh* That was a lot of contemplating. Kaylee is now fussing to be fed, so that is where this will end. Not sure how much longer it will be till I get back to this much contemplating, but there it is...
I could think of Grandma, and how a silly little thing like using milk bags to store my cheese in reminds me of her. And how thinking of her makes me also think of the funny way she used to say, "Yep, yep" in a kind of breathy way, and how she used to call Grandpa "Daddy", and now I do that with Tim.
I could think of Aunt Jean, and remember how I taught her piano for a little while, and how she really wanted to learn some Christmas songs to play to her kids. And I could think about how we never did get to have coffee together sometime after Christmas like we'd talked about... Or I remember how stark and cold the landscape looked the night we drove back to Hamilton after finding out she had died; the way the moon reflected off the snow on the fields echoed the bleakness in my heart.
I could think about how exhausted and drained I feel; tired from lack of sleep (I blame Kaylee...); worn out from experiencing so many emotions, so many changes; lost in this odd feeling of fogginess when I try to think about who I am now and what my life has become. I feel like I need to somehow catch up with myself and where I'm at in the timeline of my life.
I could think about the good things that are happening in my life behind the scenes of all the sadness. How absolutely adorable my kids are...the way Kaylee smiles with her whole body and gets so incredibly excited every time she sees her Daddy; the twinkle in Reuben's eyes when he smiles. How I'm starting to make new connections and friends at our church... How we have been so supported by all of our friends and family with everything that has gone on... How God continues to be faithful to provide for us in so many ways, and how He is always there, even when I am not good at drawing near to Him. You'd think with everything going on I'd be so much better at leaning on Him...I'm not.
*big sigh* That was a lot of contemplating. Kaylee is now fussing to be fed, so that is where this will end. Not sure how much longer it will be till I get back to this much contemplating, but there it is...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
"...through shadow, to the edge of night..."
On the off chance that anyone is still checking this, I figured it was high time I posted at least a quick update. Kaylee woke me up early this morning, and I haven't managed to get the energy to get Reuben out of bed yet, so I've been checking other people's blogs and felt guilty that I haven't posted since last July. Clearly, it's been a while, so much has happened.
To be really quick: Grandma Moelker passed away November 29, 2009. Oma Wikkerink (Tim's grandmother) passed away December 27, 2009. Aunt Jean (Dad's sister) was killed in a car accident January 30, 2010. Three funerals in the space of three months has been a bit much.
Kaylee is not sleeping through the night yet. She gets absolutely miserable when she's teething, and it seems like she's constantly teething, although we have yet to see anything more than her two front bottom teeth.
Reuben is basically toilet trained. I still have him in pullups for naps and overnight, but he doesn't really need them. He talks a lot, but it's not always understandable, and I end up spending a lot of time translating for him.
Tim is still at Artech, but I think he's quitting as soon as he gets back from Vancouver.
I'm still doing transcription. Kaylee's pathetic sleeping habits have me quite exhausted, which is probably why I don't post much anymore. Frankly, I don't do a whole lot of anything on the Internet anymore. Funny how two kids will change your priorities.
Anyway, that's it for now. I'd like to say I'll post more regularly, but I wouldn't count on it at this point.
To be really quick: Grandma Moelker passed away November 29, 2009. Oma Wikkerink (Tim's grandmother) passed away December 27, 2009. Aunt Jean (Dad's sister) was killed in a car accident January 30, 2010. Three funerals in the space of three months has been a bit much.
Kaylee is not sleeping through the night yet. She gets absolutely miserable when she's teething, and it seems like she's constantly teething, although we have yet to see anything more than her two front bottom teeth.
Reuben is basically toilet trained. I still have him in pullups for naps and overnight, but he doesn't really need them. He talks a lot, but it's not always understandable, and I end up spending a lot of time translating for him.
Tim is still at Artech, but I think he's quitting as soon as he gets back from Vancouver.
I'm still doing transcription. Kaylee's pathetic sleeping habits have me quite exhausted, which is probably why I don't post much anymore. Frankly, I don't do a whole lot of anything on the Internet anymore. Funny how two kids will change your priorities.
Anyway, that's it for now. I'd like to say I'll post more regularly, but I wouldn't count on it at this point.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
[untitled because I couldn't think of something creative]
Well, I'm done my transcription work for the evening and Tim is up taking a shower, so I thought I'd take this time to put in a quick post. It could probably be considered a small miracle that I'm actually posting within three months of the last time I posted.
I actually got around to writing in my paper journal today for the first time in months. It's a little easier to write in there than it is to update an online journal because Reuben doesn't mind me doing that as much as being on the computer. I may find that I'm able to keep track of the kids growing up in there more than on here. Sorry for your loss.
Life continues to move along. Kaylee has been smiling at us more and more and makes the most adorable cooing sounds along with it. She particularly enjoys it when we talk to her. I have her on a great routine, eat, awake, sleep, then repeat. For anyone out there planning to have kids, I recommend the book "The Baby Whisperer". Yes, it sounds somewhat flaky, but the EASY routine really works quite well. I used it with Reuben, and I started Kaylee on it quite early on, and she has settled into it nicely. The last two nights she's been sleeping from about 8ish to 3 or 4, and I'm hoping that we can make this a habit. I know it's wierd to appreciate the 4am feeding, but when that's the only one, life is much better than when she's up every 3 to 4 hours.
Reuben is also growing quickly. He's saying more and more words every day. Last week he learned "no". It's cute for now, but I have a feeling I will get tired of hearing him say it. I haven't started toilet training yet, but that will come. First I have to get him back to only using the soother for nap times. I admit I got a little lazy and let him have it way too much while I was still pregnant with Kaylee, and I didn't want to try and wean him off of it while he was still adjusting to her being around. I think it's time to work on that one because I'm getting tired of watching him walk around with it in his mouth. It is especially annoying when he tries to talk with it in his mouth. So not cool.
Tim's work situation continues to be up in the air. We've been somewhat unhappy with how things are going at Artech lately as far as the amount of hours Tim is putting in without being paid overtime and other various frustrations around the type of work Tim is doing and issues he's having to deal with that he'd rather not. He's been doing some occasional work for Northland trucking lately, and there is a possibility that he may do that part-time as well as working more on a freelance basis for Artech. We will see. Sometimes I wish God would put up a huge billboard somewhere telling us exactly what we should do.
I am back to doing transcription work in the evenings. Kaylee has a good bedtime now, so that makes it easy to do. I very much enjoy doing it, and often wish that I had more time during the day to work on it, but of course with two kids to take care of that isn't possible. Is it wierd that part of me is looking forward to when they go to school so that I can start doing this on a more full-time basis? It gives me a chance to use my brain, and I like that.
Well, Tim's done his shower, so I'll go now. Maybe I'll start a habit of this, or maybe it might end up being a long time till I update again. We'll see...
I actually got around to writing in my paper journal today for the first time in months. It's a little easier to write in there than it is to update an online journal because Reuben doesn't mind me doing that as much as being on the computer. I may find that I'm able to keep track of the kids growing up in there more than on here. Sorry for your loss.
Life continues to move along. Kaylee has been smiling at us more and more and makes the most adorable cooing sounds along with it. She particularly enjoys it when we talk to her. I have her on a great routine, eat, awake, sleep, then repeat. For anyone out there planning to have kids, I recommend the book "The Baby Whisperer". Yes, it sounds somewhat flaky, but the EASY routine really works quite well. I used it with Reuben, and I started Kaylee on it quite early on, and she has settled into it nicely. The last two nights she's been sleeping from about 8ish to 3 or 4, and I'm hoping that we can make this a habit. I know it's wierd to appreciate the 4am feeding, but when that's the only one, life is much better than when she's up every 3 to 4 hours.
Reuben is also growing quickly. He's saying more and more words every day. Last week he learned "no". It's cute for now, but I have a feeling I will get tired of hearing him say it. I haven't started toilet training yet, but that will come. First I have to get him back to only using the soother for nap times. I admit I got a little lazy and let him have it way too much while I was still pregnant with Kaylee, and I didn't want to try and wean him off of it while he was still adjusting to her being around. I think it's time to work on that one because I'm getting tired of watching him walk around with it in his mouth. It is especially annoying when he tries to talk with it in his mouth. So not cool.
Tim's work situation continues to be up in the air. We've been somewhat unhappy with how things are going at Artech lately as far as the amount of hours Tim is putting in without being paid overtime and other various frustrations around the type of work Tim is doing and issues he's having to deal with that he'd rather not. He's been doing some occasional work for Northland trucking lately, and there is a possibility that he may do that part-time as well as working more on a freelance basis for Artech. We will see. Sometimes I wish God would put up a huge billboard somewhere telling us exactly what we should do.
I am back to doing transcription work in the evenings. Kaylee has a good bedtime now, so that makes it easy to do. I very much enjoy doing it, and often wish that I had more time during the day to work on it, but of course with two kids to take care of that isn't possible. Is it wierd that part of me is looking forward to when they go to school so that I can start doing this on a more full-time basis? It gives me a chance to use my brain, and I like that.
Well, Tim's done his shower, so I'll go now. Maybe I'll start a habit of this, or maybe it might end up being a long time till I update again. We'll see...
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Long overdue
Okay, I know. I've taken too long to post again. Luckily for you, I was catching up on reading some other blogs today, and I got the inspiration to write something again. So much has happened since last time, most importantly Kaylee Elizabeth was born on May 28, 2009 at 7:14 am. She weighed 10lb 1oz and was 55 cm long. Yes, I had a 10lb baby. All natural. The entire labour was about 3 hours long. I've been told I was born to deliver babies. I don't know about that...
She is very cute. Here are some pictures. Some of them were taken by me or Tim, some by my sister, some by my parents. Enjoy...
I have also determined that I think it's time for me to turn this blog private, meaning only the people I give permission to may see it. There's no particular reason for the switch at this time, but I'm starting to feel a little more cautious about what I put on the Internet, especially about the kids. So, I'll add whatever email addresses I can think of that I know will be reading this. If you get missed, just email me, and I'll add you...(as long as I know you)...
I know there hasn't really been a whole lot to this. I was actually feeling more inspired earlier, but then I got busy putting the kids to bed, and now I'm just tired. I do feel somewhat guilty for not writing more regularly. I wish that I was better at keeping a record of Kaylee and Reuben's lives and all the things they do, but they keep me so busy that I just don't seem to get around to it. It's one of those things that I keep putting off and saying that I'll get to it, but then never do. I should change that...
She is very cute. Here are some pictures. Some of them were taken by me or Tim, some by my sister, some by my parents. Enjoy...
I have also determined that I think it's time for me to turn this blog private, meaning only the people I give permission to may see it. There's no particular reason for the switch at this time, but I'm starting to feel a little more cautious about what I put on the Internet, especially about the kids. So, I'll add whatever email addresses I can think of that I know will be reading this. If you get missed, just email me, and I'll add you...(as long as I know you)...
I know there hasn't really been a whole lot to this. I was actually feeling more inspired earlier, but then I got busy putting the kids to bed, and now I'm just tired. I do feel somewhat guilty for not writing more regularly. I wish that I was better at keeping a record of Kaylee and Reuben's lives and all the things they do, but they keep me so busy that I just don't seem to get around to it. It's one of those things that I keep putting off and saying that I'll get to it, but then never do. I should change that...
Saturday, May 09, 2009
I should be napping
I know that many of you have been anxiously waiting for a new blog post, so instead of napping like I should, I'll give you a quick post. And yes, I do mean quick. Suck it up.
I finally got to clean my house today. I dropped Reuben off at Tim's parents this morning and got about two hours of solid cleaning in. Believe it or not, I didn't get everything done. My bathroom is still dirty, and I still need to dust the living room and our bedroom, but at least my kitchen floor is clean, and there aren't anymore dust bunnies made of cat fur under my living room couches anymore. Call it nesting, call it what you will, but I have been panicking slightly the past few days thinking that the baby is going to come without me being able to get my house clean first.
My due date is 18 days away. Honestly, I will be surprised if the baby doesn't come before then. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but I really don't see us having to wait too long. I just hope it waits until after the May long weekend when Tim will finally have a break from work. It would suck if he couldn't be there when the baby is born.
Well, all the cleaning has made me exhausted, and I'm afraid that I might hear Reuben waking up from his nap (after only 30 minutes?!) I think I might pretend I don't hear him and hope that he goes back to sleep. It would be bad if he didn't have a good nap today because I know he is tired after spending time with his grandparents this morning.
Anyway, that's your update. Enjoy.
I finally got to clean my house today. I dropped Reuben off at Tim's parents this morning and got about two hours of solid cleaning in. Believe it or not, I didn't get everything done. My bathroom is still dirty, and I still need to dust the living room and our bedroom, but at least my kitchen floor is clean, and there aren't anymore dust bunnies made of cat fur under my living room couches anymore. Call it nesting, call it what you will, but I have been panicking slightly the past few days thinking that the baby is going to come without me being able to get my house clean first.
My due date is 18 days away. Honestly, I will be surprised if the baby doesn't come before then. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but I really don't see us having to wait too long. I just hope it waits until after the May long weekend when Tim will finally have a break from work. It would suck if he couldn't be there when the baby is born.
Well, all the cleaning has made me exhausted, and I'm afraid that I might hear Reuben waking up from his nap (after only 30 minutes?!) I think I might pretend I don't hear him and hope that he goes back to sleep. It would be bad if he didn't have a good nap today because I know he is tired after spending time with his grandparents this morning.
Anyway, that's your update. Enjoy.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Fasting
Our pastor recently sent out an email with some information on fasting in preparation to ask the church to fast for the month of February. In response to that, and relating somewhat to our current financial situation, I've actually decided to commit to a fast of my own. Since I'm pregnant and fasting from food and water probably isn't a good idea, I've decided to fast from the Internet. Given my Internet addiction, I anticipate this to be a challenge, but I also hope that this time will allow me to draw closer to God. I hope to use this time for prayer and Bible study, particularly as it relates to our finances and trusting God for His providence in our lives.
What this means for you is: I will not be on Facebook, or on any message boards, or updating this blog, or checking my email nearly as frequently. I'm allowing myself to check my email once a day, probably in the mornings, so if you need to get a hold of me by the evening, try calling instead. I plan to return to my regular Internet usage on February 15.
I ask for your prayers, that God will use this time so I can deepen my relationship with Him, and also that He will continue to provide for all of our needs. I know that He is faithful, but by golly it's getting harder and harder to see how we're going to get through the next few months.
Peace my friends.
What this means for you is: I will not be on Facebook, or on any message boards, or updating this blog, or checking my email nearly as frequently. I'm allowing myself to check my email once a day, probably in the mornings, so if you need to get a hold of me by the evening, try calling instead. I plan to return to my regular Internet usage on February 15.
I ask for your prayers, that God will use this time so I can deepen my relationship with Him, and also that He will continue to provide for all of our needs. I know that He is faithful, but by golly it's getting harder and harder to see how we're going to get through the next few months.
Peace my friends.
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