Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Honor Thy Mother

My mother has Alzheimer’s.
My grandmother, my mother, and me (1980)

She was definitively diagnosed in 2011 but all her life she lived in the shadow of the disease. You see her mother had what was presumed to be Alzheimer’s as well as her mother’s mother. So, despite science reports of no significant link between heredity and Alzheimer’s, my mother read everything she could and did everything she could to avoid or delay the “inevitable.” As a young adult, I became aware of my mother’s near obsessive fear of developing this disease. Yet, as she became more and more forgetful, despite taking the new medications, she was more and more determined to deny it. Over time, my siblings and I took over more and more responsibility for her; until in January of this year, we had to have her placed in a nursing home.

My own relationship with her has changed considerably over the last couple of years. When I became a single mother of a young daughter in 1997, my mother made it her personal mission to replace my daughter’s missing father. She would spend months of each year with us, taking vacations with us, and spending most holidays with us. But in 2013 she became agitated and anxious to return to her home each time she was at my house, frequently after just arriving. Since the purpose of these visits had changed from her caring for us to my daughter and I caring for her, the complexion of our relationship changed when she was no longer able to independently come and go on her terms. I became the antagonist, and, ironically enough, this has been the aspect of our relationship that she has been able to hold on to as her memory has faded and her mind clouded.

It has been difficult to watch the mother I know slowly slip away. Initially, she was more & more forgetful. Her stories and tales became repetitive and limited, with many of them seemingly escaping her memory. She began to rewrite history, contriving memories or misconstruing actual events. Now she most days doesn’t recall anyone who is not there with her, including our father whom she seems not to recall at all. However, when one of her loved ones enters her room, her eyes still light up with love and recognition, even if she can’t always come up with a name. At least right now, she still recognizes us as her children and grandchildren and is always happy to see us. Scrapbooks and photo albums have replaced her actual memories; and we review them with her repeatedly during each visit - often more than once as she does not recall having just looked through them.

Further challenge is the job of going through her house, her things, her mementos, her treasures to determine what is to be kept and what is to be discarded, who will keep what and what becomes of the rest. Going through my father’s things after he died wasn’t easy, but this is different. This feels more like I am violating her somehow – I mean she is still alive, still here, although I know she will never be coming home again. The whole process has only been further complicated by the fact that as her memory was fading, she promised the same items to different people. I mean my grandmother's antique roll-top desk doesn’t split four ways.

All this to say, the last few years, especially the last few months, have been emotionally taxing and difficult. It’s been impossible to not get frustrated with her, whether it’s arguing with her about getting dressed or eating, or wishing she had left clear instruction of what is to be done with her valuables. Don’t hear something I am not saying. I still love my mother very much. Dealing with her Alzheimer’s wouldn’t be so difficult if that weren’t true. Sometimes when I look at her, my heart breaks, not seeing a glimmer of the woman I knew, the mother who raised me and loved me beyond a love of anyone else on Earth. I am learning how to function in the paradox of living as an orphan while also ensuring care and provision for my mother.

So last week, when I received a call from the nursing home telling me that my mother had been selected for their Hall of Fame, I was initially conflicted by their request for a brief biography of her. Since they needed it by the next afternoon, I didn’t have time to really think about it. I contacted my three siblings, posted a request on facebook asking for input from family and friends, and set to work. By the next afternoon, my deadline, I had almost three pages thrown together. It was such a gift to me, taking the time, reflecting on my memories, recalling stories she shared through my childhood, and receiving beautiful commentary from others who loved her. The simple act of pulling together her brief biography gave me the chance to refocus on the wonderful woman my mother was, the beautiful woman of love and service. I am so thankful to the nursing home for the opportunity to breathe life back into the woman of my memories. I pray that from now on I can do a better job of keeping these memories in the forefront, and truly honoring the woman who was and is my mother.


In honor of my mother and for completion of this message, here is my mother's biography:
Born Mary Dean Holder, May 6, 1936 to parents Edwin and Irene, Mary had two brothers, one older and one younger. They grew up in the little town of Vanceburg - the county seat of Lewis County in eastern Kentucky, on the Ohio River. Her father was an influential attorney and a World War II veteran of whom she was very proud. She always spoke of her mother as a perfect southern lady who was quite beautiful. Her recollections of her childhood included fond memories of the family dog, Suzie, train trips to the grandparents in Maysville, and living across the street from the old “Commercial hotel” in downtown Vanceburg.  As a young girl, Mary helped her teachers with the younger students, started young as a Sunday school teacher at Vanceburg Christian Church, and worked at the movie theater where she had the opportunity to see many films. Her favorite was Gone With the Wind. She graduated early from high school just a few days after her 16th birthday, and she was valedictorian of her senior class.

So, at the tender age of 16, Mary left home and all that was familiar to travel over 360 miles away to attend nursing school at Murray State University. Trips home were virtually non-existent as it took almost a full day by bus. After completing the initial course work, Mary relocated to Owensboro as a student nurse and lived in the dormitory on the hospital grounds, working countless long hours to complete her nurse's training. After she graduated in 1955, she worked for a time in Frankfort, Kentucky and Cincinnati, Ohio in child psychiatry before returning to Owensboro where she married Joseph William Barlow in 1958. Upon her return to Owensboro, she began working at Owensboro Daviess County Hospital (ODCH) where she worked for more than 30 years, until she retired in 1995.
Mary became a friend to many over the years, developing relationships with “girls” from home, from nurse’s training, from church, from work, or from wherever she went. She has remained friends with these women over her lifetime, sharing with them raising children, traveling, sports, work and grandchildren. She is a loyal friend, who was always there when it mattered. Friends, as well as those who worked with Mary, have described her as intelligent and forward thinking, a great example for others. They loved seeing her as she always had a smile or laugh or  jokes. She is full of love and kindness with an infectious, joyful laugh, an overall wonderful person.


As a young wife and mother raising four children, Mary was a charter member of Century Christian Church. The new congregation began meeting at what was then Southern Junior High while the church was being built. During that time, she and her husband were active members of the Fish & Game Wildlife Farm with Mary serving on the Women’s Auxiliary.
While at ODCH, Mary worked for more than 30 years in Obstetrics and Labor Hall, assisting with deliveries and helping young mothers learn to nurse and care for their new infants. She always worked hard and was loved by her patients. Many times while out about town with her family, she would be stopped by an enthusiastic, grateful mother who would make sure Mary’s family knew that Mary’s face was the first one seen by her son or daughter. These mothers couldn’t say enough about how fortunate they were to have had Mary care for them at such an important time of their life.
Once recruited as a chaperone by her nephew for a KWC trip to NYC, Mary discovered a love of arts which led her back to NYC’s theaters and museums multiple times. She shared this love and passion with her family even taking many of them with her to New York to experience it firsthand. Over the years, her love of the performing and visual arts grew as did her passion for travel – seeing and experiencing new things. She and her husband’s travels led them into each of the 50 states, including Alaska and Hawaii, England, Scotland, Wales, France, and Australia. With others, Mary’s travels expanded into Mexico and Europe, including East Germany. She also passed along her love of sunshine and beaches to her family. She would spend hours soaking in the sun on many beautiful beaches, her favorite being Kiawah Island, SC where she visited many times with her family.

In 1981, Mary took a position as the head of the newly created Infection Control Department at Daviess County Hospital. Over the next 14 years, Mary ran the department efficiently and gained the respect of the doctors on the Infection Control Committee. She not only developed the department, but also implemented protocols and procedures for infection control for newly discovered infections like MRSA and AIDS. Mary’s work with each of these programs required attending national conferences to learn the most current and advanced management plans. Mary was progressive during the AIDS endemic, not only by taking AIDS awareness and education into the community but also by working side-by-side with AIDS victims on the local AIDS council, and even attending the bedside of those suffering with AIDS symptoms. Over time, she rose in leadership within her profession becoming the local expert in Infection Control. During her tenure, the hospital had no outbreaks of infectious disease.
seen here with her "Lunch Bunch" from ODCH

Beyond the walls of the hospital, Mary worked with the Kentucky Nurses Association (KNA), served on the Green River Area Development District (GRADD) Health and Aging Council, the Association for Professionals in Infection Control (APIC), and served as the president of Owensboro's chapter of the National Organization for Women. She has always been very proud of her work lobbying for the seatbelt law in Kentucky, as Kentucky became one of the early states to pass such legislation. In 1989 Mary was honored as KNA’s Nurse of the Year for her years of dedicated service to her community and to the state.
Later in life, Mary was active in Owensboro Christian Church (OCC) and assisted with fundraising for the new sanctuary for the building on College Drive, and then again for the purchase of the old Lincoln Mall. She served faithfully on the Compassion Team who delivered meals to members’ families dealing with illness or the death of a loved one. She developed the Emergency Response Team (ERT) - through which she recruited, scheduled, and coordinated healthcare professionals to be on site during church services and functions to provide immediate care in the event of a health-related emergency. She worked tirelessly to obtain needed equipment including an AED and a stretcher for the ERT program.
No summary of Mary’s life would be complete without mentioning her University of Kentucky Wildcats! They have been her favorite pastime, second only to time with her family. Mary was not only a fan, she was a regular. With a dear friend, she held season football tickets and attended every game for years. For over three decades, she annually attended the SEC basketball tournaments. Friendships were forged over rivalries and each year the same group would come together to disagree over which team was best (although most years UK won). She even traveled to Hawaii for the Thanksgiving tournament one year. Both years she attended Final Four Tournaments (1998 and 2012) her Wildcats brought home the national title! She has remained a die-hard fan. No matter what, she always roots for her “boys.”


After she retired, Mary dedicated her life to serving her church and her family. Her commitment to OCC became more devout after retirement, even serving in the church offices a couple of days a week, assisting with many women’s ministry activities and coordinating the ERT. Over the years, she has assisted her youngest daughter as a single mother in raising her toddler daughter; she has provided care to her husband during his illness until his death, as well as caring for her five additional grandchildren. She relocated herself to Colorado for most of a year to support and care for her middle daughter who was going through chemotherapy and helped with her school-aged son. When each of her brothers lost their wives, Mary spent several weeks with them individually, caring for them in their grief. Mary has dedicated her life to the compassionate care of others, through her profession, her church, her friends, and her family. 

Monday, August 17, 2015

Women of the Bible: Hannah

The story 

Then Hannah rose after eating and drinking in Shiloh. Now Eli the priest was sitting on the seat by the doorpost of the temple of the LordShe, greatly distressed, prayed to the Lord and wept bitterly.   She made a vow and said, “O Lord of hosts, if You will indeed look on the affliction of Your maidservant and remember me, and not forget Your maidservant, but will give Your maidservant son, then I will give him to the Lord all the days of his life, and a razor shall never come on his head.”  1 Samuel 1:9


**Hannah suffered greatly because of her inability to have children.  Her husband’s other wife, Peninnah cruelly taunted her and never let her forget her anguish.  Amazingly, Hannah did not retaliate.  Instead, she poured out her heart to the only one who could help her.  In God’s time, her prayer was answered and she gave birth to her son, Samuel.  


Hannah could have taken her child and lived out the rest of her life happily raising him and enjoying her blessing, but she didn’t.  Because God had heard her cries and honored her request, she was faithful and gave her child right back to Him for service in His kingdom.  


Women need other strong women to admire, respect, and emulate - Hannah qualifies!  



God’s Promise

And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due reason we will reap if we do not give up.  Galatians 6:9



 



Saturday, August 8, 2015

undoing discontentment

I had my 30th wedding anniversary back on July 19!  
I know, Whoa, right?  I can hardly believe it myself!
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Yes, we were just babies in 1985.
There have been times, over the years, that it wouldn't have taken much for either of us to just walk away.  It's been hard at times.  There have also been amazing, awesome, wonderful times, of course.  But those storms when it seems there's no chance of escaping in one piece can shake you to the core.
But God...  If not for having Him in our lives and in our marriage, we surely would not have made it for thirty years.  Of course, we can do nothing on our own, but we like to think we can.  We so easily forget that it's only by the will of God that we even breathe let alone move, think, walk and talk.
I'm so thankful that He intervened so many times in our marriage.  I have always felt really glad that both Hubby and I had intact families (neither of our parental units have divorced) and have two examples of half-century marriages to look to, although... *giggle* our marriage looks nothing like either of theirs.
And we don't want it to!  We exchange knowing looks of agreement when either set of our parents are doing something we find annoying and we'll laugh or commiserate later that we're SO glad we don't  "     whatever     " like they do.  I'm sure our kids have the same feelings about us and I guess that's how life is.
We make our own lives and our own favorite ways of being a couple.
Speaking of the kids, July has become Anniversary Month around here.  Our oldest son and his wife
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celebrated seven years of marriage the week before our 30th anniversary, then our youngest son & his wife
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had their first-ever anniversary the week after!  Yep, all within three weeks.
I'm not sure how that happened, but I think it's kinda cool.  And convenient too in that none of us can quite forget any of the others' anniversaries.  Ha ha!
I have to admit...I was feeling pretty bummed that we didn't have any kind of "real" celebration for our 30th though.  I mean, that's supposed to be some kind of milestone, isn't it?  I sure don't know many couples our age who have been married even half this long.  I remember having "dreams" if you will, of being able to take a cruise for our 25th anniversary, but that didn't happen.  Not for lack of wanting on either of our parts, but for lack of funds?  You betcha.  So five years ago, we plunked down a chunk on a room for the night way high on this mountain, and it was awesome.
It just would have been more awesome if I hadn't worried about money the whole time.  *sigh*  And here we were five years later, and once again, absolutely no funds for any kind of get-away or even a room for the night somewhere.
I was getting really bummed.  We talked about maybe going to do the Virginia Creeper trail, which is a cycling thing, and that would have been great, but the drive was so long that we'd have been killed to have driven there, ride the trail and then drive back home in one day, so we didn't even attempt it rather than go and not enjoy it.
After having to replace our air conditioner system (lighting hit it) and then just the week before our anniversary, our water heater broke, saturating the carpet in our bedroom and adding another big expense we couldn't afford... we just didn't have any extra money for anything big.
I had spent the week being really sad over it to the point I just didn't want to do anything.  However, the day arrived, a Sunday, and my best friend from high school contacted me, who I hadn't seen in probably 10 or more years, who has recently moved back here with her newly-adopted TWO YEAR OLD son!!!  She was coming to our church and wanted to see if we could meet and at least sit together.  Of all days for this to happen, on our 30th anniversary had to be a "God thing" because this sweet lady was the one and only member of my "bridal party"..my maid of honor!!!  How cool is that??
So, we got to meet her adorable little guy, visit for a bit, then we took off.  We'd gotten a coupon for a free appetizer at a restaurant we like, but there's not one near us, so before I even knew what he was doing, Hubby was on the interstate and all he'd say was we were going to eat.
We drove 100 miles away, found the restaurant and had a great meal.  By this time, God had worked on my sour attitude and I was just enjoying time with my husband of 30 whole years.  I began to think about how hard-working and caring he is.  How he's encouraged me to try harder and do more than I ever would have attempted myself.
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Later, we stopped in a couple of surplus home goods stores and bought a few little items, found a gorgeous duvet cover with shams for our king size bed for just $18!!  Then we walked through the other place, that was more for builders I guess.. it had furniture and decor and we saw some gorgeous items that gave us some inspirations for future improvements on the house.
Then we went to a couple of health food stores and he helped me pick out meals for the coming week.  His request, saying "since it's our anniversary"... LOL! is for me to start eating better since I don't do well in that area.
*sigh*
Well, okay.  So, we ended the day at Whole Foods, where we ate a slice of "wholesome" pizza and drank his ever bottle of kombucha tea (don't ask)  Ha!kombucha-WF
and then stopped at the Walmart at home to pick up some batteries we needed and I bought us a selfie stick.  See?
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This is the photo I sent to the kids showing them how techno-savvy their parents are.  HAHAHA!!
And so, our 30th anniversary came and went and left me with a sense of satisfaction. A deep contentment.  I am sad that I've wasted so many years being dissatisfied with things, life, people, myself... but I am doing my best to change things now.
And I'm looking forward to reaching our 50th anniversary and yes, still hoping we might have a bit bigger celebration by that time.  But if not, I know that'll be okay too.
We have each other and we're happy.  That's enough.
Philippians 4:11-12 - "Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need."


Friday, July 31, 2015

Plans

 I am often reminded of a life verse that my late husband loved – We hung it in his office.  It brought us such hope as he worked his own business.  I’m sure a lot of you are familiar with it for the same reason we were.  It’s Jeremiah 29:11:  

 

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

 

Can I be honest, though?  I think when you are waiting to see plans happen that scripture is hard to find as comforting.  When you are just really unsure of what’s next in your life or what’s ahead on such a huge level, this scripture can almost be guilt inducing because you think you’re ready but God just isn’t revealing much.  So we wonder.  Are you there God?  Do You see me?  It says You do?   People in my life who seek to encourage me will quote it and with an almost resentful twist  I think – that’s easy for you to say!  Then you remember they mean well and they don't understand having never been here.   I know that I know that I know that my God has never forsaken me.  I know that I know that I know that I need to cling to this promise.  I just should be honest to say I’m impatient waiting to see what this plan is now - especially with my empty nest and new life.  It’s hard.  I’m not sharing anything I haven’t already prayed about.  I just think transparency is the best way to move forward.  So, I wanted to share something new at my house lately that is helping me. 

 

After a few puppies going through our house these last few years, I declared that I would never have a dog in my house again.  My chewed up furniture and now patched walls – not to mention my clean carpet - were proof to me I was really done.  Then, earlier this spring I unexpectedly fell in love my oldest son’s pug, Dexter.  He’s a happy-go-lucky, 3 year ball of easy-going fun.  I didn’t realize I would get so attached to his company while my son was gone to the Philippines and I was his dog sitter but I really did.  Here’s Dexter.  He makes me smile just seeing his pictures.  A face those who know him love – you can hear them talk about him with such affection - me included:

 

This summer as the quiet has increased exponentially in my empty nest and my oldest son refused to surrender Dexter (I wouldn’t if I were him either), I began to reconsider if maybe a canine companion of my own would be nice.   The thought of puppy training and the chewing was out of the question, though.  My oldest son suggested I look into a rescue dog.  He indicated a rescue dog would be fiercely loyal and I could pick an age and personality like Dexter too.


I went to Pet Smart one Sunday afternoon after church recently to see for myself what Homeward Bound had to offer.  I explained the characteristics of the companion I’d like to have. The Homeward Bound women asked me to consider Heidi – a maltese mix (I think poodle) who was there that day.  They told she’s a diamond in the rough.  She just needs real food and love.  Here is what she looked like when I first saw her:

 

Something about this dog clicked with me.  I saw the neglect.  I saw the fog in her eyes.  I saw that feeling I think I identified with from some of my own struggles in life as a widow.  It’s not that I have really had a difficult life as some widows I know.  It’s just that I honestly know first hand that there is a reason God encourages widows and orphans in the bible.  There are no words that can be shared to understand what we go through in this new life without our spouse.  It’s hard.  And my Father knows that.  So, when I saw Heidi, it’s like we had a connection.  I know that I have struggled with wondering if I’m forgotten.  I too honestly wondering if God sees me some days.  Looking at Heidi, shaved completely down because her Maltese mixed fur was so neglected they couldn’t save it, I knew she could be more.  I knew I could help her!  Yes, I wanted her.  I saw her potential.


 

When I first brought her home, she was so tired and underfed that she would literally just wake up to eat, do her business then lay back down on me.   It was interesting the only happy or excited emotion she gave us was when she saw clean water and a whole bowl of food.  You could tell she also wondered where those new sweet potato treats had been all her life too.  After several days of Eat, Rest and repeat, we began to see her walk on her own.  She was too weak to climb stairs and she’d bump into me or the furniture at times when she did.  We discovered that she couldn’t see well but she began to trust that I was going to be there to help her and that seemed to give her the confidence she needed to start to venture out into this new life I had brought her into.

 


Today, I want to show you what she looks like so far.  I love that she has adopted my butterfly pillow in the living room as her own.  For so many reasons, I identify butterflies with God’s promise of new life for all of us.  But I know in my heart as I see this dog come to life and celebrate each unexpected bark or toy interest or enjoyment that My Father in Heaven sees me even more so just like I see this mangled mess of a dog.  She has no idea the plan I have for her – But just like me and my Father, she’s going to have to trust that I see her.  And I’m there.


She doesn't realize it yet but  I have every intention to make her new life better than her old.  While my job with Heidi is much easier than my Father’s (I know I’m still such a hot mess myself), I am renewed in my faith that my Maker is up to the task.  I need only listen for His help when I’m bumping into things finding my way too in this new place. So I know I'm a mess and He knows I am a mess but He's got plans for me. Heidi reminds me of that ever day.  I hope she does for others too. 

 

Sunday, July 26, 2015

It's Okay to Laugh

Some of my friends may not know this about me but it's a true statement - I am clumsy.  I almost always have bruises on my knees from running into furniture; it's not unusual for me to be wearing a band aide from an injury sustained while cooking; and I have taken a few very ungraceful falls. I want to tell you about one such fall that happened at church.
 
I had walked into the church office carrying two fairly large stacked boxes. The bottom box needed to go on a shelf and the top box on a desk. I carried them in and sat them both on the floor.  I took the top box and swung around and placed it on the desk. As I was doing that a lady I knew stuck her head in the door to say a quick hi.  That tiny distraction was all it took and I completely forgot about the second box. I took a step to follow the lady out when all of a sudden my toes slammed against the second box rooting my feet firmly in place all while the top half of my body continued to propel forward. Down I went, over the box and through the air, landing with a thump and an UGH! Unfortunately, I had picked that Sunday to wear a dress and high heels, something I rarely do. The dress went up as I went down and the box got crushed.  The floor I so ungracefully landed on was carpeted but unfortunately since the office was in the basement there was concrete underneath and no offerings were spent on padding lol.


There were people nearby and when they heard the crash, they came running. There I was on the floor and all I could do after an audible groan and a quick jerk of my dress down, was laugh!  I'm sure I looked quite a sight lying there twisted up on the floor, laughing!

After a few seconds, I realized no one else was laughing. I guess they were being polite or perhaps they were too concerned.  When I realized no one else saw the hilariousness of my situation, I no longer felt it and the funniness quickly turned to embarrassment.  You see, to me,  laughter makes the most uncomfortable situations much more bearable. Looking back, I wish one of my best friends had been there. They would have laughed with me after a quick, 'O-M-G, are you okay?'   They may have even done a quick check for blood or broken bones; then they would have lost it ... not at me mind you, but with me.

Now, don't get me wrong. No one wants to be humiliated and I am no exception. But those silly little things that happen in life that are not serious or life altering, are much better handled with a sense of humor.  There are so many challenging things in our day to day lives so I have found if I can find something to laugh about, it's a stress reliever and I believe a gift, so I'm going to thank God for the opportunity to laugh.

Laughter is so important for our physical and mental well-being.  As they say in Reader's Digest, "Laughter is the Best Medicine", and it's true.   Laughter releases endorphins, protects the heart by increasing blood flow, and boosts the immune system. Laughter also relaxes the entire body. Studies have shown that your body can stay relaxed up to 45 minutes after a hardy laugh.

Many don't picture God with a sense of humor and I'm not sure why. We were created in His image so if He does not have a sense of humor, where did we get ours?



There is nothing more cathartic than a good laugh and if I have to laugh at myself over a silly fall, I'm okay with that. There will come a day when a fall could have dire consequences to my health. Until then, if you're around the next time I do something silly, especially if I am laughing, by all means join me in a big ole belly laugh. It will make us both feel better. 

“A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones.”                  
 Proverbs 17:22
 
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Just for Laughs!

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

Well, here I sit on July 1, 2015 at the Cincinnati Children’s Hospital; the day I have feared for months now.  My youngest granddaughter who is only 15 months old is being put to sleep for an MRI to check for something I have refused to believe she has, cerebral palsy.  I believe she is fearfully and wonderfully made. Yes, she’s a little slower than other kids her age but there’s nothing wrong. 

As I am writing this they are proceeding with the test.  My insides are very trembly but my heart is set on God, our Creator.  He is in control; He knows what is going on inside my granddaughter; and He will not be surprised at what the doctors find  . . . . Or don’t find.  As I look around the room while I’m waiting, I see many children, young babies to teens.  There is something going on with each of them, some much worse than others.  As I look around I am reminded of the verse in Mark 10:14, “Suffer the little children come unto me, and forbid them not, for such is the Kingdom of God.”  I am also reminded that in this thing called life, nothing is perfect.  There is sickness and disease everywhere and yes, some will even end in death.  But God promises that if we believe in him, we will have eternal life.  The time draws closer.  Ready or not, one day the Lord is coming, saved or lost, sick or healthy, the time is drawing near.  (Revelations 1:3)
So, it’s been about three hours since my granddaughter’s procedure began.  The nurse just called and said the test was over.  She also gave us the report we prayed for - everything is normal!  My daughter asked about the cerebral palsy.  The nurse was confused by the question and said the doctor would be contacting us soon, which he did. The doctor stated that some cerebral palsy is so mild that it does not show on tests and she will need to be re-evaluated in four months, but all looks good!

So, was there ever anything wrong with her; or did God heal her between the time her parents were first told something was wrong  and the time she was taken to an old- fashioned alter where God’s people prayed for her healing?  I guess we will never know, but this grandmother knows that no matter the diagnosis, this child was created by God and she is fearfully and wonderfully made!    

Psalm 139:14 says, “I will praise You, For (Isabella) is fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well.”    


Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Broccoli Cauliflower Salad



One of the favorite side dishes on the Grace Emmaus Walks (at least for the women) is the Broccoli Cauliflower Salad.  I made this for a recent cookout and thought I’d share it with you.   It’s not my recipe but we share it with everyone.  The ingredients are pictured here (note I forgot the cheddar cheese so it’s not in the picture).
 
 

To get started, I cut up half pound of bacon into small pieces and started to brown it in a pan.  While the bacon was frying, I cut up not quite all of the head of cauliflower, the broccoli shown and I diced the red onion putting them in my bowl to combine.  


 
 
Look over my oven.  I am not used to photographing as I’m cooking.  I’ll have to learn to clean up before taking the next picture next time!  Anyway, you get the idea.  Cut everything up into smaller pieces. 
Next, for the dressing - it’s really simple.  A quarter cup of sugar, a half a cup of mayonnaise and a tablespoon of vinegar. 




The trick to the dressing is that you should make it, pour it all into the mix with the bacon and stir it really well then leave the salad covered in the refrigerator for several hours allowing it to absorb the dressing. 

Now, because I forgot my cheese, when I took the salad out of the refrigerator the next day, I first poured the cheese in.  I took the easy way out because I was in a hurry to get to my cookout event and just bought the cheddar cheese shredded already.  The recipe calls for a cup of cheese but I don’t know anything that isn’t a little better with a little extra cheese so I put a little more.
But here’s the trick to the dressing - the salad is usually still a little dry.  So, I made a second round of the dressing and added it also, combining it about an hour before the event.  I have no idea why this picture seems so much lighter but, any way, here’s the final product.  I wish I had realized the picture was not so good so I could have taken another one because the bacon looks purple; but trust me, it was good.  Ha.  

Bacon Cauliflower Salad Recipe:

Salad

1 head broccoli
1 head cauliflower
1 red onion
1 cup cheddar cheese, shredded
½ lb fried bacon

Dressing (I like to double this!) 

½ cup mayo
¼ cup sugar
1 tbs vinegar

Cut broccoli and cauliflower into bite size pieces. Chop onion. Add bacon and dressing. Toss well. And put in the refrigerator for at least an hour. Prior to serving, toss again. Add more dressing if needed. Serves 10.
 


Sunday, July 5, 2015

What the rainbow means to me!!


I am sure some of you may be turned off by the title of my blog entry but let me reassure you it has nothing to do with the recent supreme court rulings in our country.
My husband and I married in July 2006, and we were very excited to start our family. We became pregnant in 2008 but found out around 15 weeks of pregnancy that our baby would not make it. The heart break and devastation I felt at that moment was like none other I have ever experienced in my life. I was so angry at God for taking my baby that I became bitter. God healed me of that bitterness and resentment on my Emmaus Walk in the fall of '08.

After numerous trips to the fertility doctor and failed pregnancy tests, we became pregnant in 2009. I was so excited to see those 2 blue lines but as soon as they met my eyes, fear filled my heart. Remembering what had happened with our sweet Baby Ratliff, I tried with everything in me to have faith, but I just couldn’t. I remember the drive to our very first doctor’s appointment. It was a rainy afternoon and my husband had taken off work to take me.  As we passed through a nearby town we saw the prettiest rainbow. I made some comment about it and my husband reminded me of Noah and the flood and how the rainbow was God’s promise. He then said, “Lynndessa, maybe God is telling you that what happened last time will not be the outcome of this pregnancy.”  From then on every rainbow I saw filled my heart with joy. Even if it was on a TV commercial I just knew God was winking at me. It seemed that God always showed me a rainbow when my fear was out of control. The times no one else knew I was panicked beyond words God KNEW and He provided.
We actually almost lost Morgan Grace on April 18th, 2010. I was dilated to 3 at only 24 weeks pregnant. The doctor prepared us for the worst and proceeded with surgery early the following morning. The surgery was successful and this would begin my 75 day hospital stay, an hour and a half away from home. With each milestone the doctors would give God glory for how far we had come because no one expected me to make it past 28 weeks. 28 weeks was our breathing point, although small, she could still be born and have a great chance of making it. We made it to THIRTY FOUR WEEKS. On June 29, 2010, Morgan Grace was born weighing 5 lbs and 11 oz. The Neonatologist said we would be in the NICU AT LEAST a week. We checked out July 2nd………!


This time in my life is a great reminder to me of God’s grace and mercy. I didn’t deserve for God to allow me to be Morgan Grace’s mom (or later to become Isabella’s mom….more about that in another blog) but that’s where His mercy steps in.  Keep your heads up ladies!!! God KEEPS His Promises!!! He is alive and well!  Be encouraged!!  Think back on times in your life that God has proven Himself to be faithful. Meditate on those times; too often we forget what He has done for us. God was faithful to me yesterday He WILL NOT be unfaithful to me today. Much Love!


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