Monday, March 31, 2008
Later that month I went to my dentist to get prepped for a crown. By now, this is my fourth dental visit over this little tooth. I had gone first to access the problem and they had treated it with a filling. Secondly, I went back with pain and they said I need the root canal. Then I had the root canal, of course. And now I am in for the fourth time. This was the smoothest visit. They work, give me a "temporary tooth", and they tell me to come back in two weeks for the "real crown". This is when it all goes down hill.
The fifth visit I go in to what I believed to be my final visit for this tooth. By now, I have shucked out $2500 from our meager budget and another $50 on all of the babysitters. I am ready to be done and move on! But...the "real crown" did not fit. So, they put the old temporary tooth back on and I make another appointment for three weeks later. By this time, it is January and I am still waiting for my tooth to be fixed.
I come back three weeks later (early February) and the tooth fits. Over the course of the next couple of weeks it begins to hurt more and more. I go back again for the seventh visit and they say my "bite" needs to be adjusted. This only took five minutes and I am done. Easy solution. I am very happy. But...the tooth continues to hurt. It hurts when I chew and when I tap my tooth. My cheek begins to hurt.
So I go back for my eighth visit, now to a new dentist. He tells me it is abscessed and there is bone damage. He wants me to see an oral surgeon. I will not even describe the procedure he recommended, but I will tell you it involved a long needle and made the root canal sound like a walk in the park. At this point, I am determined to see the dentist that performed the root canal. I am unwilling to spend one more penny on this silly tooth.
So, I go back to the root canal doctor and he agrees that the tooth is abscessed. He proceeds to redo the root canal. I can not tell you how nervous I was to have this procedure repeated! When he had given me four shots and drilled for thirty minutes he stops and tells me that he needs to order a new tool and I will have to come back in two weeks. Let me just say I LOST it! I took everything out of my mouth; the drill, the mirror, the ring and tent around the tooth, as well as the earphones and the sunglasses. I sat up and began sobbing. Once the first tear hit my cheek I was out of control. I sat there with my eyes closed, face numbed to just below each eye, nose dripping, tears rolling for a good ten minutes. It was SO embarrassing, but it felt good. The dentist had no idea what to do. There was some awkward back pats and reassurances. But they just made me more angry.
And that brings us up to now. Last Thursday I went in for my tenth trip to fix this tooth. The dentist finally completed the root canal and sent me on my way with an antibiotic. The tooth still hurts, but I think I have decided to let them pull it if this doesn't work. Ten dental trips, one tiny tooth. Am I being ungracious, or do you agree with me that teeth are not rocket science? They are bones and nerves. It's not like working on the brain. Really, y'all, don't you think this story is the craziest thing? What in the world could the Lord being trying to teach me through all of this chaos? And at what point do you let grace and patience fly out the window and allow yourself to be demanding and insistant and, well, throw a fit?
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The past year and a half have been so fulfilling. You have added laughter, affection and new wonder to our house. Honestly, I had no idea how exhausting three little ones would be. But at the same time, I feel like I am living a dream. I love my life, and part of the reason for that is you. You are stubborn,willful, and insistant. But your hugs, kisses and precious words are refreshing. I adore you, my little shadow. My prayers for you are that you would find sweet, rich life in our Saviour, that you would continue to use your words to enrich others, and that you would humbly use your strength and beauty for His kingdom. You are a wonderful daughter, better than I could have dreamed!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Why do the pictures below make me giddy? Having a place, a labeled place, for everything makes me so much more at ease. I feel free to dream big and laugh more. Am I crazy?
Monday, March 24, 2008
"Do not be afraid; I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for he has been raised, as he said. Come, see the place where he lay...And remember I am with you always, to the end of the age." Matthew 28:5,6,20
Thursday, March 20, 2008
"A child who memorizes poetry is able to internalize the beautiful patterns of words. It also increases vocabulary and comprehension. Memorizing of poetry and other works in context stores the information for use in speaking and writing.
Poetry and prose introduces students to the culture's accumulated wisdom. (She goes on to list the various poets that were included today.)
An obvious benefit of memorization and recitation is being comfortable speaking in front of people. It has been fun to watch students who shake at the thought of speaking in front of others grow to enjoy it...so the next time your child is whining about memorization, be thankful it is not a lost art at ____(our school)!"
I am inspired to memorize more often. I love to memorize and I don't flex that "muscle" as I used to! This has been an amazing day!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I bought him his first suit today to wear tomorrow. It is a light tan linen suit. He has a yellow dress shirt and blue striped tie to complete a handsome package. We'll add some extra hair gel and dress shoes and he will look "the part". I would post pictures, but the camera has dead batteries. (Don't worry, I'm going to get more tonight!) Pray for my little guy tomorrow! His poem is pretty cute, especially with hand motions and inflection. Here it is:
Grandpa is not a Gorilla, by Marty Nystrom
My grandpa is not a gorilla
my sis doesn't swing in the trees
my mom doesn't mimic a monkey,
and Dad doesn't forage for fleas.
My grandma is hardly a gibbon,
my aunt doesn't scratch her armpits,
my brother will not eat bananas,
unless they're in sundaes or splits.
My nephew can't walk on his knuckles,
my niece has no hair on her knees,
and none of my cousins or uncles
smell anything like chimpanzees.
So you can imagine the look on my face-
I sat with my mouth all agape-
while Teacher tried hard to convince me
I'm related to some kind of ape.
I know that my kinfolk aren't perfect-
we have chumps in our family tree-
but none of the gang's an orangutan,
so you can't make a monkey out of me!
"So God created people in his own image; God patterned them after himself." Genesis 1:27
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The good...The baby woke up this morning calling me "Mommy". Toot calls me Mommy, so I guess she picked it up from him. It is so odd to see this petite, little pumpkin calling me "Mommy".
The bad...I realized today that I have 7 days until Easter and still have not bought Easter outfits for the boys. They need dress shoes, too. Yikes!
The ugly...A friend of ours has a premature infant with a rare intestinal infection. As I was praying, I decided to google her illness and do a little research. As I clicked on a website, I infected our computer with a virus. For the past two days, our computer has randomly popped-up vulgar pictures! Thankfully, I was the one on the computer each time. These pictures were so graphic that I literally felt violated after seeing them for the split second it took me to scream, turn away, and turn off the computer. Hopefully the problem will be fixed tomorrow. People do the creepiest things!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Well, I am not sure that my letter was received with love or appreciation. I got a one sentence response. That's never good. I was so tempted to lay awake last night and mull over in my mind what this man must be thinking about me now. I had to force myself to trust the Lord. Not everything He asks me to do will benefit my reputation, it will often likely do the opposite with certain people. The gospel is offensive! I pray that as I get older that my walk with the Lord will mature and I can put aside myself easier. What is the Bible verse about "unless a seed dies, it can not fall to the ground and produce fruit"? My friend quoted that verse to me today. I want to see fruit in my life and others, but, just as God promised after the fall, life is full of thorns and weeds.
I think the lesson I have learned from all of this is to trust and obey, each day. To not let the busyness of this life sweep away the reason that I am here. To not lose sight of Jesus and His great sacrifice. Because I am seeing the speed at which Satan works when we take our eyes off of Jesus. As the Bible says, He is "a crouching lion looking for someone to devour"!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
His birthday cake was equally crazy. I found two "blackmail" pictures and the title below. He wasn't even that embarassed. Darn.
Our women's ministry had our winter event. We call it Souper Supper. It involved soup, bread, dessert and a speaker. We had nine tables of ladies, each table decorated by a different volunteer.
I made these snowflakes for my table. This is what they look like in my kitchen. They are very easy to make. As you can guess, my table had a winter theme.
Here are some of the other materials that I used, white dishes, silver napkins, white ribbon, clear candle holders, blue paisley paper for winter poems and quotes and a lot of tulle.
Here is my table. I should have taken more pictures. The table cloth was a light blue. There was a tall clear vase with twigs painted silver. The snowflakes were tied to the branches with white ribbon. I used blue and white printed scrap book paper as placemats, which you can not see in the picture. I used a bright blue colander for bread and extra napkins. And the tulle was used to distract from the plastic blue gym chairs.
I enjoyed the other tables so much. There was a Peruvian table, a St. Pat's table, a Scandinavian table, and other beautiful ideas. My best friend, Liz, decorated two tables. They were darling. She used lime green, white and black. She had baskets of green apples and pears in the center. Each place setting had black paper with white polka dots for place mats. She used sparkling pear juice bottles and daisies with black and white gingham ribbon to decorate with a spring theme. I love seeing the artistic side of the ladies in my church.
Our speaker was from a local ministry for homeless women and children. She was both inspiring and humbling. I cringe to think of the beautiful, nameless faces that are suffering right here in our own city every night. I am praying about getting involved in her ministry next year. All in all, we have had an exciting week! We are very blessed to have much to celebrate!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
As I was waiting in the check out line with a few spring items in hand, I saw HER. A young mom in her expensive exercise attire. She had a beautiful figure, apparently not a stranger to exercise. Her make-up and hair were flawless. Even her exercise outfit looked expensive. She said out loud that she was shopping for her little daughter, the same age as mine. I deduced her daughter was in day care, because she said that she was on her way to work. She looked invigorated, like she had all the time in the world to style her hair just right for exercise class and all the money in the world to blow at Gymboree. I secretly wondered if her daughter would have been quiet and well-behaved, I was sure she would be. For about an hour I allowed the green-eyed monster of jealousy to seep his way through my thought life. I longed for her life during that period of time, deeply longed for it.
As any parent of a very determined toddler can attest, life is challenging. There seems to be no waking moment of peace (except when she is adorable and kissing everyone, but those memories would not spring to mind at that moment). When the baby is sleeping I am trying desperately to catch up on the housework and laundry that I did not do while she was awake and to love on my sweet, patient boys. Lydie requires a lot of attention and even more discipline. She seems to understand beyond her years what she wants and how she feels with only a little verbal outlet to express herself. She is determined and stubborn and willful. I love her for it, but she needs constant directing (or re-directing). When I add the homeschooled preschooler, the first grader that requires so much time in our car, my wonderful marriage, and the ministries outside of our family, well , I am tired.I am very thankful, in hindsight, that I met this lady. She lead me to have a serious heart-to-heart with the Lord. Occasionally, I forget why I am doing all of This to begin with. I look around at the sacrifices and constant work and I feel defeated. Gently, gently He reminds me. He doesn't say, "Don't compare your life to someone else's!" He doesn't condemn me. He isn't impatient with me, even though he should be as I have to revisit this issue every now and then. He just reminds me of His love for me. He reminds me that He died for me. He reminds me of His grace. And as I am basking in His love and sacrifice I am renewed. I find the "Why?", and it is simply that I want to reflect Him. I will never, ever do it perfectly and my life may not look like everyone else's. But I just want to obey Him because I trust Him and love Him. And I find joy and thankfulness and purpose in my calling. I am not implying that being a stay-at-home mom and wife is a higher calling than someone else's. The issue here is certainly not to work or not to work. The issue is two fold: obedience (God has called me to be at home with my children) & sin in the form of being jealous and covetting, for which I am guilty.
There are a few aspects of our busy life that might be hindering us from being more fruitful and content. I need to spend some time taking a good look at what we are doing, and why I am so tired. But the most important thing I discovered, once again, this week is that self-pity can not survive a good, hard look at the gospel. Prayer and the Word, I am completely hopeless without them.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
AND FINALLY...THE FINISHED PRODUCTAnd now, about that desk chair.....