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Mar 30 2008

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St. Augustine, oreos, and night swimming…what good weekends are made of.

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My two oldest boys just returned from a weekend with the youth group. They had a great time doing silly stuff like turning the light out on the college student who was helping them - while he was in the restroom. Or doing a picture scavenger hunt around town. Which involved video taping themselves performing the YMCA song in front of the YMCA, also taking a picture of a member of their group running through sprinklers. Last but not least, making sure the boy that fell asleep first, woke up with Oreos stuck all over his body (personally I would have requested Dove bars, but oh well). Ah the good ‘ol years of being in middle school and high school youth group.

Youngest son got to spend the weekend with grandma and grandpa. They found the $4 sale rack at Wally World and stocked him with shorts and shirts galore. He made sure Grandpa got enough exercise by having him swim all hours of the day, even “night swim!” as my youngest exclaimed. Grandpa even showed youngest the way to hit a golf ball at the driving range. And Grandpa, of course thinks he should go pro already.

Hubby and I had a WONDERFUL time touring St. Augustine. Any of my regular readers know if I have a free weekend I am heading to St. Augustine. I love the beauty of that city. We had such a wonderful time. The Lord has really blessed me this weekend. Life has been difficult, we have been busy beyond belief, and I was beginning to feel like I was living in the spin cycle of my dryer.

The Lord made it possible not just for hubby and I to have a wonderful weekend, but each kid in their own way got away from it all. Now we are basking in the fun of telling each other stories of the weekend, and recuperating from all the fun.

For tomorrow is Monday.

And it is Spring Break…….we will see if my house can survive with three boys on Spring Break…..or my nerves for that matter.

Here are some pictures from our weekend:



Credits: All elements and papers by Barbara “Herald” For The Boys, Andrea Gold Template #20 side A & B


Has the Lord blessed you with an unexpected good day? What did you do?

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Mar 28 2008

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Friday’s like this makes me almost want to buy a lottery ticket…

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Seriously I am about to bust I am having such a good day. Not that the Lord does not bless me each day I open my eyes to a new day. But some days stand out more than others.

    1. My oldest son made the Middle School basketball team. All sports that have been played by my sons, were teams you did not have to try out for. Well this team you had to try out for. Meaning, the “powers that be” could say you are not good enough. So as he slept like a baby last night, I was up at least several times with basketballs bouncing in my dreams. As he went to try-outs this morning, I came back home and cleaned and prayed like never before. And when we finally found out he did indeed make it, I felt like I had lost a year of my life (or at least added more gray for my hairdresser to deal with). Goodness, no one ever said you went through these feelings again as a parent.

    Heck, I am still scared when I tried out for cheerleading in high school and it was between me and another girl, and the other girl (how do I say this politely…was a bit heavier). And SHE WON! Now I totally know, now that I am a more mature woman, how superficial I was in my thinking. But the visions of “not being enough” came back strong. Praise God I am enough for JESUS CHRIST!

Ok back to my great day…

    2. I got money in the mail. Seriously I got money that I did not know was coming. How cool is that!!! My first thought was trying to figure out how many outfits and shoes I could buy. But then I came back to reality and decided to share it with hubby =) We are running away for the day tomorrow, sans kids =) So we can go and play like kids.

    3. I have a weekend with NO KIDS. Oh mercy..someone pinch me.

    4. Finally but NOT least I got an email out of the blue by a FAVORITE author. She was my favorite before I even became a serious reader. Her books changed me. She has you laughing and crying, while teaching you along the way.

Ok off to see if I won the lottery (which might be a little hard since I never buy the ticket)…but the way my day is going you never know.

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Mar 28 2008

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From Thinking to Feeling? Jung Typology Test

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In October of 2006 I took the Jung Typology Test which has proved to be very accurate in showing your your weakness’ and strengths (or aka…your personality).

One year ago I was ISTJ (introverted, sensing, thinking, judging)

Today I am ISFJ (introverted, sensing, feeling, judging)

I believe both are me…maybe as I am growing older I am “feeling” more =) Below is what they said, and I have to say it was kind of scary how accurate they were:

ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their “need to be needed.” In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of “service” is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.)

ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted–even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating (”If you want it done right, do it yourself”). And although they’re hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they’re getting, it’s somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don’t call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.

In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are personal rather than institutional loyalties; if someone they’ve bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option. Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers.

While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle–and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being “nice” as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). Needless to say, ISFJs take infinite trouble over meals, gifts, celebrations, etc., for their loved ones–although strong Js may tend to focus more on what the recipient should want rather than what they do want.

Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment’s notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don’t expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven’t known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for “sulking,” the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided “good manners.” An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ’s unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they “didn’t want to burden anyone with.” Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.


Do you think this describes me Mom?

So what are you?

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Mar 27 2008

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Thankful Thursday

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Yep, the day has arrived. I look in the mirror and I see my mother. We dread this day, we say this day won’t happen, many times we justify how we are different. When we are younger we say, “Lord help me I don’t want to become my mother!” But let me tell you what I see when I look in the mirror, and what I see when I look at my Mom.





1. Sensitivity to others around you. My Mom always has had a big heart. She would give you her last dollar, so you can “buy something special.”


2. A desire to continue to learning more about God.


3. A tender heart for little children to know God. Mom has been a Sunday School teacher for many years. And has had parents request that she move up a grade each year so their kids could continue to have her. My Dad helps with this also. Mom is building these kids foundations.


4. A cheerleader for her daughters. She has always had high hopes in our abilities. When my sister and I did not see our abilities, she did and encouraged us to keep going.


5. She is a mother who still is giddy when her adult only son walks in the room. There is something special between sons and Moms that I am learning.


6. And she never fails to make a person laugh. Our favorite story to tell is Mom shopping with my sister (who is very knowlegeable in the ways of fashion), and Mom just trying to spend time with her daughter. Sister was at the stage where all things “Mom” were embarrasing. Mom yelling across the store saying, “Here honey I found some ‘dinky” (she pronounced it dee-kee), instead of DNKY.” My sister wanted to die from embarrassment. But now it is the running joke whenever we find ‘dee-kee’ clothing. Hey I would have probably done the same thing, I am just not admitting that right now =)


7. Finally Mom has shown us how to be a wife and have a successful marriage. She has shown us how to stick through the hard times, knowing the sweet times are just around the corner again.


Now if I can look in the mirror and see all that. I am proud to become like my Mom.

Next week is Mom’s birthday, so I wanted to surprise her early. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!

What are you thankful for today?

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Mar 25 2008

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14 years ago…

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14 years ago I was pregnant. I was only 28 weeks gestational.
14 years ago I was put in the hospital to keep my blood pressure down.
14 years ago I had the best OBGYN that anyone could ever have, and she was a Christian.
14 years ago I was only a Senior in college.
I was married.
He only worked in the Student Union.
We lived in an old apartment with green shag carpet.
14 years ago I did not know about premature babies, like I do now.
God blessed me with limited knowledge, to keep me from freaking out.
14 years ago I had to call my parents and tell them to drop everything, drive the two hours because I was not sure if my baby was going to be ok.
14 years ago my OBGYN looked at me and said I can save your baby better outside the womb, than I can inside.
14 years ago I had an emergency C-section.
Gave birth to a 3 lb baby, who did not even have the ability to expand and contract his lungs.
14 years ago I freaked out on the table because I could not hear my baby crying, Mom was in the room, and the Dr had to put me out further to keep me calm.
14 years ago Mom saw that my baby was not breathing with all the nurses over him, one nurse said “Doctor what should we do?” Then suddenly 14 years ago, his tiny little leg shot straight up, and the room erupted in cheers.
14 years ago I believe God breathed life into my son.

I was going to drop out of college right then and there. I did not care I was only 4 months away from graduating.
14 years ago my OBGYN said, “I insist you go and finish your studies while your baby is getting better.”
I went to class after recovering, went straight to the hospital to care for my baby and study for finals.
My baby was fighting to keep weight on, we cheered for every ounce. We were praying for no permanent damage.
I finally took my finals.

5 weeks after my baby was born, and my finals were just completed, we brought our premature son home.
14 years ago I had a college professor call me the day after, and explained I got a D on my final. He wanted to know if I wanted to take it over, due to the circumstances I was under. I asked him if I would still get my diploma. And he said, “Yes.” Then I replied, “I am a Mom now, just give me the diploma.”
Life was unbelievably hard; I still to this day do not know how I survived. God truly carried hubby and I.
But if anyone does not believe in miracles, I just point to 14 years ago when I know without a doubt God literally breathed life into my son. I tell my son everyday, “God has a special plan for your life.”

Son, I can not wait to see how God moves in your life in the next 14 years. You are entering some of the most fun years of your life, but also the scariest. I may not be with you always to guide you, but God is there is every step of the way. My prayer is that we do the best we can as parents, but also know when to step back and know God is in control. We are proud of you. Love you, Mom & Dad

(I am publishing this a day early because we will be having tons of fun festivities tomorrow)

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Mar 24 2008

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Somethings never change & a giveaway….

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Do you like free stuff? Iris at Sting My Heart is having a giveaway to celebrate her Bloggy Birthday. Check it out.

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How is it as an 30 year old woman who lives clear across the US from her parents…still gets this funny feeling when you hear the words “we are going on vacation and will be back soon.” You still get that feeling like:


MOM AND DAD ARE GONE LET’S PARTY!!!

hehehe, I’m just saying somethings never change. I promise Mom I will try to stay out of trouble but for some reason trouble seems to always find me….have a great time =))

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Mar 23 2008

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ALIVE

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Mar 21 2008

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If there is only one article you read for Easter, let this be it…

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I have often wondered about the crowds that yelled to crucify Christ…go here Tim Challies has a guest blogger that is WONDERFUL.

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Mar 21 2008

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Truffles By The Sea by Julie Carobini

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I am not going to be able to review this book until after summer for Book Buzz due to already scheduled awesome interviews. But I just finished this book and if you are looking for a fun summer time read, THIS IS IT. It is laid back, fun, and has a message. Travel to the sea with Gabby Flores.


Gabby Flores watched her apartment building burn down, discovered her delivery guy has taken off with most of her business, and she has the knack of dating Mr. Wrong. The only way to go is up, right?

From the suggestion of her friend she moves to a waterfront loft and works to rebuild her life. But just when she thinks things can not go wrong she finds her self in the middle of a lawsuit, dealing with a nosey neighbor that gets in everyone’s business, and a Don Juan of landlords. Where is the Lord when everything seems to be going so wrong? And is she destined to be single for the rest of her life. Maybe “happily-ever-after” is not for her.

Truffles By The Sea was so delightful to read. It is a perfect, “take to the beach” kind of book, or just reading it you feel like you are escaping to the beach. I usually don’t care for chick-lit kind of books, but this Julie Carobini has made me a fan of hers. I will be looking for more books to come.

My only complaint while reading this book is I read it while trying to diet and I was constantly hungry for brownies and truffles!!

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Mar 20 2008

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Thankful Thursday

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Today I am thankful for only one thing CHRIST DID THIS FOR ME:

The Death of Jesus (Matthew 27: 45-66)

45 From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. 46About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”—which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

47 When some of those standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling Elijah.”

48 Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink. 49 The rest said, “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save him.”

50 And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.

51 At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. 52 The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. 53 They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus’ resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.

54 When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!”

55 Many women were there, watching from a distance. They had followed Jesus from Galilee to care for his needs. 56 Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Joses, and the mother of Zebedee’s sons.

57 As evening approached, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who had himself become a disciple of Jesus. 58 Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus’ body, and Pilate ordered that it be given to him. 59 Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, 60and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away. 61 Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there opposite the tomb.

62 The next day, the one after Preparation Day, the chief priests and the Pharisees went to Pilate. 63 “Sir,” they said, “we remember that while he was still alive that deceiver said, ‘After three days I will rise again.’ 64 So give the order for the tomb to be made secure until the third day. Otherwise, his disciples may come and steal the body and tell the people that he has been raised from the dead. This last deception will be worse than the first.”

65 “Take a guard,” Pilate answered. “Go, make the tomb as secure as you know how.” 66 So they went and made the tomb secure by putting a seal on the stone and posting the guard.

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