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Friday, April 18, 2014

Update on IVF

The IVF Journey Begins

This post was written in January and I wanted to repost as a reminder to pray for my baby girl and her husband.  I know I have asked many, many times as I have brought this before the Lord many, many times. 

I had a dream after my mama died.  We had already been praying for several years.  I dreamed that my mama was there as was I and my daughter and her little girl with blond curly hair and blue eyes.  I can see her as vividly now as I did in my dream.  

When Christy was just 2 or 3 years old, my mama gave her a little rag doll.  Christy carried it around until the hair was falling off.  Mama had written, "Nanny" on one foot and "Granddaddy," on the other foot.

In the dream, Mama said, "I wish you would look at that! (that was mama's expression about everything) She's playing with that doll just like her mama did."  That was confirmation to me and from that moment on, I have never doubted.

The apron was made for Christy by my mama 
because she wanted one "just like Nanny."

One day our granddaughters will play house
and these will be tucked away until then.

Next week will be the second week of injections
with a second shot added.
On Friday, she will have a trial embryo transfer.
So far, the meds have not made her sick,
just tired.
She works and is in her masters program.
So, she has a lot going on.

Please pass this along to your friends for prayer.  


I will be visiting my newest granddaughter in a couple of weeks.
Our Connor man is adjusting nicely 
and Cora is a perfect baby, only waking for feedings.
Hope to share new photos soon. 

Today, I need to share my heart.

You, my blog friends, have
become my prayer partners, 
for which I am so thankful.  

Most of you know,
how long we have been praying for a baby,
6 years. 

I'm so ready to see this smile again-
ready to see my baby girl laugh like she once did,
ready to see that twinkle in her eye again.

Ready to see her celebrate again,

Ready for her heart to sing again,

Ready to see the craziness,

Ready to see this incredible love
shared with a child.

(This was taken when our Connor man, her brother's baby,
was born.)
Ready to have her experience 
the love and joy that is beyond 
any love she has ever known.

Praying that the arms that have held others, 
will one day very soon, 
hold their own.

If being a good husband is any indication 
of what kind of daddy he will be, 
this man will be the best!

Cancer could not claim him
and neither will infertility defeat him!

After 7 IUIs and a miscarriage, 
they will finally start 
the IVF process this week-
one step at a time.

On Wednesday, she will start birth control, 
as crazy as that sounds, 
to start a new cycle.

She and Troy will both
start on antibiotics. 
(Don't ask me why!)

She will have her own personal
fertility nurse who will be 
with her through the entire process.

She's afraid of so many things,
afraid it won't take,
afraid it will take and
afraid of loss,
afraid of what people will say, 
afraid of what people won't say, 
afraid of looks of pity, 
afraid of looks of excitement-
just afraid.

Today her emotions are all over the place, 
Troy is off on business, 
and I'm six hours away.

I say, 
"I will come."

She says, 
"I'll be okay."

So Jesus, 
will you give her peace while she waits. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Jesus, the God of Second Chances

Last night I spoke to the College and Career Youth.
The title of my talk was 
Jesus: The God of Second Chances.

Aren't you glad?

One of my favorite Bible characters
(and I do say that he was quite a "character.")
is Peter.

Peter truly loved the Lord.
Although just a little bipolar,

Willing to follow Jesus to death
or denying that he even knew His Lord...

Walking or the water, 
or sinking in despair.

Back to the boat, 
or feeding His sheep.

He truly loved the Lord
even though 3 times he denied Him.

There are several messages here, 
but bottom line is this, 
Jesus loved Peter.

I think that when Jesus looked at Peter 
after the third expression of 
"I have no idea who you are talking about?"
he looked at him with hurt, sorrow, but compassion.
There was no condemnation.

It was that look of love that drew Peter to repentance.

Peter is not mentioned again until after the resurrection.
While the other disciples may have continued to follow
at a distance, I believe Peter was out somewhere
pouring his heart out to God, repenting.

Peter has gone back to the only thing he knows-
fishing and mending nets.
But Jesus has greater plans for Peter, 
redemption and restoration.

That's really what the message of Easter is all about,
the story of Redemption, Restoration, Reconciliation
and Love,
a love that will never let us go,
continues to seek us and draw us to Himself, 
the love of a God of second and third and fourth chances. 


eggs, the promise of New Life.

Baby Bunnies,

New Birth.

our cover, our protection 
from the enemy.

Spiritual food for a hungry heart.
Life that sustains us.

He desires for us to eat at His table, 
until was are satisfied.

Today I am in awe of Jesus,
the God of second chances, 


The photos are from last year's Easter photos. 

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Cobalt Blue: A Cheap Imitation or the Real Thing?

In my pickin's, I pick what I like.
Of course, I'm excited when 
what I like is the real thing.

I recently found a cobalt blue
cup and saucer. 

I bought it 
1.  Because I liked it.
2.  Because it was 1/2 price.
3.  Because it would go with so much of the blue that I already had. 

It resembles the Hazel Atlas Cobalt blue, 
but it's darker in color and not exactly the same pattern.
It's probably a newer piece.
It may be what collectors call a knock-off.

Doesn't really matter to me. 
I don't mind a look-alike, 
or for lack of a better word, 
a fake??

However, with people I want real.
I want to know you.
I want to know you, what do they say, 
"warts and all." 
I want to know who you really are 
behind closed doors.
I can take it. 
I can love the real you.
I don't want a pretend version of the you who you are.

Please show me who you really are. 
I can love that person. 

Because I don't know how to be
anyone except me. 

This week I read, 
"When we spend our lives waiting until we're perfect
or bulletproof before we walk into the arena, we 
ultimately sacrifice relationships..."

Lets' walk into the arena and just BE-
not perfect, just who we are
and see what can happen 
when we are dare to be REAL.


Careful, don't count anyone out!
Who knows, what appears to be a cheap imitation
may be the REAL THING.

Thinking on These Things, 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Flowers Amid the Cracks

I'm such a emotional person.
I love feelings.

I love it when I'm flying high with joy
and hate it when I'm in the depths of despair.

There is usually no in-between, 
the words are strong or soft, 
love or hate, 
life or death.

This is a process with me. 
I'm trying-really trying-to accept the in-between.

The moments of no emotion.
Because there is still emotion in the quiet-
there is peace,
there is calm,
there is trust-yes, quiet trust.

Somewhere in His Word, 
I remember a verse, 
"In quiet trust is our salvation."

It's most unusual for me to choose a pitcher with a print. 
I usually prefer white.

I walked around the shop three times
and kept going back to the same place, 
the same piece, the same pitcher.

I was drawn to it.
Almost like it was saying, 
"Choose me, oh please choose me."

And I did.

I'm most often drawn to the one with cracks
and chips and flaws.

That's what Easter is all about anyway, right?
Redemption, buying back (not without price)
what is broken.

And Resurrection, 

Maybe that's why so many of us like to restore and reclaim-
because like these pieces we too are broken, marred, scarred 
and in need of a Savior!

Thank you, Jesus, that it is because of 
your brokenness that I am healed.

This has been a week of brokenness for me.
Pain in the midst of joy.
Joy in the midst of pain.

On second glimpse, 
I noticed flowers, amid the cracks.

Ever noticed how a flower will burst 
forth from a crack in the sidewalk?

Resurrection Life!

Happy Holy Week!