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Still believing Him - 5/31/2006 3:13:31 PM
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PrincessDonna
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Today is the last day of May. For the last several years, I have dreaded May.
May 30th was the 10th anniversary of the day I aborted my baby. I was 16. The "father" had raped me on more than one occasion, whenever I would refuse his advances. That man is in jail now...for child molesting, go figure. 
I will not minimize my part in what I did. I have owned my sin, fully repented and had a wonderful healing in my spirit. But I still carry the scar. It still hurts. It especially hurt this year, in light of losing Nessa, who would have been due about the time as Evan, my first baby.
On top of that, I chose yesterday to take a pregnancy test, since I have no signs of my cycle returning and Monday was 4 weeks since the start of the miscarriage.
The test was negative. My husband totally forgot the anniversary date and didn't say a word until I reminded him at bed time.
But this morning...when I woke up, someone had brought some beautiful flowers from their garden and put them on my porch. Someone who remembered, though I have no idea who. My mom also sent me a sweet card, to let me know she remembered.
Today is a new day. Tomorrow is a new month, for which I am grateful. I've had enough of May this year.
Still believing Him for good things...
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RE: Still believing Him - 6/1/2006 1:15:34 PM
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Brian and I watched a movie last night. Something the Lord Made, an HBO movie about the two men that did the first ever surgery on a human heart. The surgery was on a baby with a heart defect that made the baby blue. The baby wouldn't have lived without the surgery. Something occured to me as I watched...something I've "known", but not truly known in my heart before.
God never meant for babies to have heart defects. He never meant for tiny babies to die before they even got a chance to live. God never meant cancer to take a mother with young children. He never meant for tsunamis to wipe out multitudes of people. All these things happen because we live in a fallen world, a world downtrodden by sin.
I have wondered if it breaks God's heart to see us in pain as we live in this fallen world. I had almost come to the conclusion that He didn't truly care about our (my!) pain. Then I realized...this isn't how He made it to be. I am now quite sure it does break His heart to see the effects sin has on our lives everyday.
Could God have stopped the painful things in my life? Yes, I believe He could have. I don't know why He didn't, but that doesn't mean He caused them either. He fits them into the plans He has for me: good plans, plans not to harm me, but to give me a hope and a future. He also has promised to never leave me or forsake me, and He has been faithful to that promise.
I still don't know why we have to walk through so much pain, suffering, and sorrow. But I know this life will only be a tiny fraction of the time we spend in eternal Glory.
And He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away. Revelation 21:4
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RE: Still believing Him - 6/3/2006 7:58:05 PM
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I took another pregnancy test today. It very quickly turned positive, as I watched in disbelief.
I don't know the whys, but I am thankful for another chance to carry a little blessing in my womb. God's plans are so different than ours sometimes...but they are good plans.
It feels funny to be excited about another baby. To want another baby just as much as I wanted Nessa. I'm sure it will feel funny if I cry for Nessa while I can feel the new baby wiggling around.
God KNOWS I didn't choose to loose Nessa, but at the same time, I will gladly embrace even the thought of this new little one. I won't feel guilty when I get excited about this baby, and I won't feel guilty when I cry for the one we lost.
I might need y'all to remind me of that though...
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RE: Still believing Him - 6/11/2006 12:53:00 PM
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I'm still here. And I'm still pregnant. Every twinge I feel, I pray that God will let us hold this one. Every time I go to the bathroom, I check for blood. I want to trust God's hand on all of our lives, but it is hard. To do that I have to give up my worries and fears. It is a moment by moment struggle.
It is really hard for me to reconcile my grief and all the unanswered questions with the happiness of knowing that I am carrying another little life. I think I am more confused than I was before, though I am certainly not unthankful for this quick second pregnancy. I even feel guilty talking about or thinking about the pain of losing Nessa at the same time as I am carrying this little treasure. I think some of that will not be gone until I hold this new one in my arms, knowing that I would not have this baby if we had not lost Nessa.
I have an ultrasound scheduled for July 6th, which also happens to be Brian's birthday. We arranged for him to be off of work that day. I don't want to ever be alone during an ultrasound again, though I so hope this will be a happy day.
God, forgive me for my lack of faith, for my worry and for my fear. Thank you for this new little blessing. Show me, Daddy, how to give this baby to You and walk in peace. You know my heart's desire is to hold this baby, healthy and strong. Help me to have joy in this pregnancy. To God be the glory...
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RE: Still believing Him - 6/21/2006 1:05:42 PM
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Still here and still pregnant. 
Tomorrow I will be 7 weeks along, by my count. That is how far along I was with Nessa when she died, so I am more nervous than I have been so far. I can't wait until my ultrasound (2 weeks from tomorrow). I pray every day that we will see a wiggly little jellybean with a good heartbeat. I think it will be the most beautiful sight in the world.
This is all very emotional, in some ways, less than I thought it would be, and in other ways, more than I thought. I think that is adding to my physical tiredness. I feel like I could sleep all day, if my other kids would cooperate. 
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RE: Still believing Him - 6/23/2006 10:49:11 PM
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I just got back from our Christian school's graduation ceremony, with a graduating class of 5. They lost a member of their class, Nate, at the beginning of last school year (their junior year) in a tractor accident. I sat with Nate's parents, who are our pastor and his wife and good friends of ours. It was hard to see her in so much pain, but she was so strong. She even had the strength to speak, and left not a dry eye in the room.
When it was over, I hugged her and told her I loved her. She was so strong through the whole thing, but I have never seen her look so old as at that moment.  She sobbed that she never knew being a mom would bring so much pain. Now I know that didn't mean she regretted being a mom and she has three other living children who she loves dearly, but it made me think...and she's right.
Loving someone leaves you vulnerable. It leaves you open to rejection, to disappointment, to pain, and to loss. But without the vulnerability...we aren't really living. Loving and losing Nessa and my other Heaven babies has been very painful and I just don't understand so many things. Yet, we've made ourselves vulnerable again, by doing our part to conceive this new little one. Why? Because the risk is worth it. Because the eternal rewards, the value of a soul, are immeasureable. Because His ways are not our ways, and His thoughts are high above. Because if we don't take the risk of loving, what is the point of living?
So we carry on. We love and hold the ones we are able. We cherish the memory of the ones we can hold no longer. We live, we love, we hurt, we cry. We praise God for all the pain and all the joy that comes with living. Can we really know one without the other?
God bless you, Nate! You are in a place where no one graduates and no one cries. Better is one day in His courts than thousands elsewhere...
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RE: Still believing Him - 6/30/2006 10:24:03 AM
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We passed the mark yesterday. The eight week mark. The mark we lost Nessa at.
I have been afraid of letting myself get attached to this baby, and of being excited. But...I couldn't really stop it. I'm glad we are past that mark now, and I pray God blesses us with an uneventful pregnancy and our new little bundle of baby in February.
Six more days until my ultrasound. I can't wait!
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RE: Still believing Him - 7/10/2006 2:00:56 PM
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I didn't post after my ultrasound?!  Sorry... 
Jellybean is growing fantastically and has a great heartbeat. My official due date is February 9th...two days after Nick's birthday.
And...as of last night, I can no longer sleep on my stomach. That is happy and sad. Happy because it means the baby is growing and doing well. Sad because I sleep best on my stomach.  A sacrifice I am willing to make to hold this little one, that's for sure! 
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RE: Still believing Him - 7/10/2006 2:13:47 PM
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I have a carnivorous garage. A husband-eating garage. Maybe some of you have the same problem?
Yesterday, for instance...he went out after church to finish replacing the ball joints on his truck. I heard lots of banging, and then after an hour or so, he took the truck out for a test drive.
I'm thinking, "Great! When he gets back, we can spend time together! Maybe he can even occupy Hannah so I can work on the laundry without her unfolding everything I fold."
Nope. Back into the husband-eating garage. More banging, only I know it isn't the truck this time since that is parked in the driveway now. Half an hour later...out comes the lawnmower. Okay, the lawn does need to be mowed. I can be patient. I think.
Half an hour later...back into the husband-eating garage. It's now about dinner time and I am not feeling well. There is no way I can do the meat part of dinner tonight. But surely he'll be in soon to help. Right?
Nope. I sent Noah out at 5:30 to nicely tell Daddy I needed him to help start dinner. Once he did the meat part, I could do the rest. He says he's not hungry yet. Okkkkaaaaaaay...I'll just get a meatless snack then. Forget dinner.
Fast forward to 7:00...more banging in there, and clanging, and the thumping of the bass from the radio. I have no idea what he is doing in there, even after I go and talk to him for a few minutes. I beg him to come in and give me a break from Hannah and her naughty girl antics.
He finally came in "starving!" at 8:00. I told him to nuke some hot dogs, since I have long ago scrounged up something resembling food and am not hungry myself.
He takes a shower, bathes an applesauce covered Hannah, and sits on the couch with me. I think I have won my battle with the garage. I am wrong. The neighbor comes by wanting to borrow a tool. Back to the garage for another hour.
And then it was time for bed. I asked him why it was so awful to be WITH us when he's home. His response: "I was here all day!"
He talks about building a newer, bigger garage...complete with running water, a toilet, a fridge, and heat for the winter. I think not.  I will not surrender my husband to the man-eating garage. 
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RE: Still believing Him - 7/15/2006 5:50:07 PM
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We went to a birthday party today. A very nice birthday party for one of Noah's friends from church.
The sun was shining through the clouds. The birds were chirping. The sheep were bleating.
Then...she pulled in. My ex's mother, there with her granddaughter. My stomach came up to my throat and suddenly I didn't want to be there anymore. 
My ex is in prison, working on year 9 of a 7-14 year sentence for molesting some kids at a day care he worked at. He also raped me twice and was the father of the baby I aborted. There is a lot of unresolved history there.
He has never admitted what he has done, which is the only reason he's not out on parole yet. His parents still profess to believe that he didn't do anything to those little girls. They also refuse to believe that we ever were even together, let alone had sex, and especially not that he forced himself on me more than once.
I try to stay away from these people. I had a friend go through praying deliverance over me in this area. Why is it this never goes away?! Sometimes I think about what it would be like to have a conversation with him, though I don't know what that would accomplish.
His mom and I ended up at the sandbox alone several times. We were able to keep the conversation on "nice" topics. But inside I was screaming. It's not right. I want them to acknowledge the things their son has done, even if he never does.
Time to give it to God again. I'm just sick of battling through this same thing over and over again. Nothing is ever resolved...
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A day in the life... - 7/24/2006 9:34:14 PM
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A day in the life of a homeschool momma...the highs and lows.
Today was cleaning day. VBS last week destroyed my house, even though we were barely home. I don't understand it. I started in the kitchen, which is quite a chore with a cute little blond monkey hanging off your leg. I should have worried when she found "something else" to do besides pester Mommy. The result was a floor and baby covered in stinky wet dog food. 
Into the tub (Hannah, not me!) to get cleaned up and destunk. Nick's mom pulls in to pick him up for her week. Nick runs out and then runs right back in screaming and crying. Apparently lawnmowers do not care for plastic snakes.  Crisis averted with juice to go for Nick and J, his little sister.
So far, I've kind of got the kitchen and baby cleaned. Almost. There is a very yucky rotten something or other odor in the kitchen that I can't find. Nor do I want to at this point. I don't think my stomach can handle it. The phone rings and my drop-in day care kids will be dropping in today. So much for cleaning my house. I'm also starting to feel dizzy, which is pretty normal for me when pregnant. Normal, but not fun. I need a shower, but can't take one without Brian here when I feel like this.
Kids play, with a few minor spats, the biggest one being the little girl I watch has brought a doll that looks just like Hannah's and I can't find Hannah's. Dolly goes to sit by the door, though I'm quite sure Hannah would rather cut her in half just to have a piece.
Lunch time. Oh joy. Five people to feed and five different lunches requested. Pick the least offensive to the most people and realize we are out of bread. Oops. Break out the emergency stash of box mac and cheese, which elicits wails from a 4 year old little girl. She only ate her fries and fig newtons. I couldn't stomach it either, but what kid doesn't like that junk?
Nap time! Hannah and little guy down for naps. 4 yo and Noah playing nicely (does it get any better than that?). The kids' mom comes and they leave. Noah heads outside to ride his bike. Uh-uh, mister! School! Mom! It's summer vacation! (He must have learned this at VBS. Before last week, he had no idea he wasn't supposed to do school work during the summer. ) Wrestle and prod him through a lesson each in Phonics, Reading and Math. That's enough for today.
Daddy should be home soon. Except he's not. I forgot he had to cut down some trees for someone from church. Grrrr. I could really use a shower. Sniff, sniff... Heat up leftover chili for dinner and feed Hannah half my bowl.
Noah comes in and smells like rear end. I send him to the tub. Hannah follows. By the time I walk in the bathroom after her, she is fully enjoying playing in the unflushed potty. Okay...two kids in the bath! Hannah's second one of the day.
We snuggle up on the couch to eat popcorn and watch WifeSwap. Daddy comes home with the trees on the back of his truck and takes Noah to Grandpa's to dump it in the burn pile (they are pine, we can't use them for firewood). He informs me that he was paid to remove the trees, which we did not expect, but can certainly use. Yeah, God!
Hannah and I eat the entire bag of popcorn. She nurses, then promptly turns to me, puts my hand under her mouth and pukes in it. Good gravy! No wonder my stomach flipflops all day long! Third bath of the day.
I now sit at the computer, still unshowered because Brian is not home yet. Hannah is walking around in a daze, refusing to sleep without Daddy here. It hasn't been a bad day, really. Normal, if such a thing exists. I'm sure tomorrow will have different challenges. I hope anyway. I don't care to deal with wet dog food, babies playing in poo, or popcorn puke everyday. LOL
This is my life and I love it. I must be crazy. 
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Pride? - 7/30/2006 10:49:17 PM
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We had a visitor stop by today. Someone who knew Brian and I when our marriage was very bad. Brian and I took him around the house, talked about homeschooling (this man also hses his kids), and talked about all the good things God has been doing in our life. He commended us for sticking it out through tough times and for doing great now! I could tell he was very pleasantly surprised to know how well we are doing, in spite of what we have been through together.
When he left, I thought...Was that prideful? Are we proud of what "we" have done? Proud that by sheer determination and will power we have stayed together? Proud that we are not only surviving anymore, but thriving?
Maybe. Maybe it was pride. I'm not sure that is an entirely bad thing. I used to cringe when people would "figure out" how Nick came to be. You can see the pity and the horror written all over their faces. I didn't want people to feel sorry for me. I chose to stay here and here I am. But...ya know, it hasn't been easy. It's been anything but at times. There have been so many nights of tears and traipsing through the past's pain to get to where we are. There have been so many times I was sure one of us would not survive this thing called marriage.
I am proud. I am proud of the effort and stubborn determination I have poured into my husband and my marriage. I am proud that we are making it in a world that makes it so easy to throw in the towel. But...I need to be careful to give the glory to Whom the glory is due, and it surely isn't me.
It is GOD who carried us through the times we couldn't even crawl. It is GOD who has been our shield and our protector. It is GOD who is our strength and our hope. It is GOD who has brought us to this place. It is GOD who will guide us through whatever He has ahead for us. It is by the grace of GOD that we will make it.
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Boys to men - 8/10/2006 2:33:25 PM
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16g, 14g, 14g, 12b, 12b 10b, 10b, 10b, 9b, 8b, 8b, 8b, 7b, 6b, 6b, 5b, 5g, 2g, 17 mog
The ages and sexes of the 19 kids present at Ellie Mae's house earlier this week. Notice that 13 of them are boys, all between the ages of 5 and 12. All of these kids are homeschooled, with the exception of my Nick and those too young for official schooling.
I was thinking about all those kids...and our responsibilities to God concerning them. Especially the boys. Those boys, the very same ones that played with swords and shields for hours on end, will someday be sent out into the world, warriors once again. We need to train them properly before it is their turn to be Husbands, Daddies, Leaders of the Future.
It is a monumentous job to help a boy become a man. None of us are capable on our own. It is only the strength of our Father that enables us to take on this job and succeed. May we all get on our faces and seek His wisdom for all our children, but especially our little warriors in training.
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How can we ever doubt? - 8/21/2006 3:25:08 PM
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Brian is having surgery this Wednesday to have all of his remaining teeth removed. We are excited to have it done, even though I know there will be a time of great pain for him. Once it heals, he won't be in pain from his teeth anymore. He has been in pain, on and off, the entire time we've been married.
We ran into a problem though. He only has 4 vacation days left and several people have told us they needed at least a week to recuperate, some needed a bit more. I was secretly worried about having to take several days off without pay and what that would do to our very tight budget.
But God...
Some friends of ours gave us a car and told us to do whatever with it. We didn't need a car right then and planned on selling it and giving them part of the money back (or giving it to the church if they wouldn't take it). One of Brian's coworkers ended up needing a car very badly and had no money. We traded him for a fairly nice snowmobile, which has been sitting on our lawn for months now with a for sale sign on it. I was sure it wouldn't sell until at least November, being that most people aren't thinking about snowmobiles right now. I have to admit that I was quite frustrated at what happened with the car, that we had no money in hand and had this worthless snowmobile sitting on our lawn.
But God...
Yesterday, someone stopped and offered a good chunk of money for the snowmobile. They will be here tonight with cash. We are keeping half of it and giving half of it to the people that gave us the car. Our half is almost a week's pay for Brian. Their half is what they need to register their son for Kindergarten at the Christian school.
Ah-ha! It all makes sense now! Oh me of little faith...
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Macaroni and cheese...a sacrifice of myself? - 8/25/2006 8:29:42 PM
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I brought a new mom from our church a meal today. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm in charge of the meal ministry in our church and often bring at least one meal myself. It's something I enjoy, something really useful I can do for someone that could use a little extra help.
This meal was different. This new mom happens to be married to my ex's brother. The ex that is sitting in jail for molesting kids at a day care he worked at. The ex that raped me more than once and was the father of baby Evan, the baby I aborted. I usually do my best to steer clear of this family because despite physical evidence against T, they still believe he didn't do it. They even take their kids to see Uncle T, and frankly, that thought makes me ill.
New mom had requested her three alotted meals to be this Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I honestly wasn't going to bring one myself this time around, but after I got 5 'no's from people for today's meal, I decided to just do it. How hard could it be to make a simple meal and deliver it?
Pretty hard. I cried as I cut the cheddar cheese, remembering the hurtful things that have been said to and about me. Wondering why the heck I was doing this, why I didn't just tell her no one could do a meal today. Wondering how good of a Christian I was if I could not love a fellow believer. Wondering if maybe there was something wrong with my brain and all the hurt and pain inflicted by this "man" and his family had been imagined by me.
Macaroni and cheese was done. Homemade cookies were done. Fresh garden veggies were ready to go. I prayed a quick, "Father, help me." and was on my way.
T's brother answered the door. I handed him the dinner, gave instructions, and left. With a smile. I wonder if they will ever know what a labor making that mac and cheese was for me. It doesn't matter if they know though. I did what I had to do. It's done, though I'm not sure my lesson(s) have been learned. I'm not sure what point God was trying to make with me. But I'm listening.
I don't think macaroni and cheese will ever look the same.
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RE: Macaroni and cheese...a lesson in forgiveness - 8/28/2006 4:00:09 PM
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Our pastor's sermon yesterday had to do with healing. Brought some great light to the macaroni and cheese episode (last post).
It wasn't about macaroni and cheese. It was about putting legs to the forgiveness I have already given. Forgiveness that does not depend on whether the offenders even know or agree that they have offended. Forgiveness that brings healing to my own wounds. Forgiveness that allows me to move forward, to leave the past in the past, and to move into the future God has for me.
Will this come up again? More than likely. But I have new light for the next steps. Thanks, Daddy.
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Tough days, but God is here - 9/11/2006 12:35:01 PM
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It seems many of my friends, both here and offline, are going through some really hard stuff. I feel useless to them, like I want to help, but either there is no way I *can* help or I can think of a way to help, but am unable. To all of you going through these hard times...if I know about them, I am praying day in and day out for you. I find myself crying for people that I will likely not meet face to face on this earth. Isn't God amazing how He knits us all together as a body of believers? When one is hurting, all are hurting.
We've had some rough days in our house the past few weeks, since Brian's surgery really. Last week, I agreed to co-lead an evening Bible study because no one else could or would and it seems since then the intensity of these rough times has increased. It can only be Satan trying to undermine what God is doing. Time to find my way to my knees again...we will get through this and be stronger for it, by the grace of God.
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Where was God? How about where wasn't He? - 9/11/2006 10:43:27 PM
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I'm listening to a 9/11 program on PBS right now. It is about the spiritual implications the events of that day had on the people of America.
Several times on this program, I have heard things like, "Why? Where was God? I prayed...why didn't he answer? How could a loving God do this?"
WOW...God was there. Ask the people that for one reason or another were not there that day at that hour, though they were supposed to be. Ask the people that DID emerge from the rubble. And why ask how God could do this...obviously this was evil as evil can be. God was there certainly, but He did NOT crash those planes into the buildings and fields.
I think of all the questions I have asked God...Why can't we have a baby? (trying for #3 for 2+ years) Are You punishing me? Why did I have to lose this baby? Why was I abused as a child? Where were You, God? Where are You when I need You?
The answer...some things we don't get answers to. We'll never know why some people were at the WTC that day and others weren't. Why some were on Flight 93 and others weren't. Why any of the bad things that happen happen.
God knows. He knew before time. That's enough for me.
Please note, this is not in any way to downplay the awful losses people, this nation, suffered as a result of 9/11. I feel that loss deeply. I truly believe God did not do this, but yes, He was there. There is no question.
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Candy corn method...It's a BOY! - 9/14/2006 6:06:15 PM
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I think I have found a new method to tell if the baby is a boy or a girl...at least for me.
Introducing...the candy corn method...
When I was pregnant with Noah, I couldn't stand the candy corn with chocolate on the bottom.
When I was pregnant with Hannah, the ones with the chocolate were the only ones I liked.
This time, the ones with the chocolate are icky-poo. (Good thing my children like them...)
Therefore, in my highly scientific study, this baby is a boy.
I'm sure ultrasound will confirm my findings three weeks from today.
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RE: Candy corn method...It's a BOY! - 9/20/2006 12:32:57 PM
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Our women's Bible study started up again today. We haven't met since the end of May and I have missed it. I find that I am not diligent to get into the Word of God without that accountability. I already feel more at peace and settled than I have in weeks, just from our time in prayer and in the Word. Of course, many of us have little little kids (and lots of them! LOL), so we have all chipped in to pay a lady from another church to watch our little ones downstairs. Absolutely wonderful and what a blessing this lady is to us! It is rare for most of us to sit through an entire sermon because of the normal little kid wiggles.
I am excited and encouraged about what God is going to do in our little group and in our church this year.
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Daddy's girl - 10/1/2006 9:41:56 PM
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PrincessDonna
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Joined: 4/11/2005
From: Cow country, Upstate NY
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She is Daddy's girl. All day, every day, I hear, "Where Daddy?" Every new thing we do, every room we go into that we haven't been for 5 minutes, I hear the same thing. We get in the van, and I hear it. We get back home, and I hear it.
When he is finally home after a long day at work, her little face lights up and she jumps up and down, screeching, "DADDY! DADDY!" He goes out of her sight for a minute and she cries, "Daddy? Daddy?"
Yup, she's Daddy's girl.
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Am I that eager to see my Daddy? If I look around, He is in all that I see. But do I really look?
Am I that eager to hear from my Daddy? He's in that still small voice, and in the Love Note He left for me. But do I really listen?
Do I search for my Daddy every waking minute of the day? Sad to say, but I don't. I should. I know I am Daddy's girl.
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