Not Me!! Monday...

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I certainly DID NOT buy 3 beautiful Blueberry OS coveralls and 3SR OS Mutt's for my Madi who's ALMOST potty trained just because they were adoreable and I couldn't pass them up. Seriously, who could resist Madi in a cow print blueberry with nothing but her John Deere boots on?? Nevermind the fact that she ONLY wears them to bed.

I DID NOT lie for the kids yesterday when daddy asked if they picked all their toys up so they could eat dinner and have a cookie afterwards, just because I couldn't bare to see them upset when daddy would tell them they weren't getting a cookie then. In that, I DID NOT run in there and put their toys in their toy box and shove the rest under their beds as my husband came walking down the hallway. When he asked what I was doing, I DID NOT lie to him and tell him "I'm wondering if I should vaccum their floor now, or if it could wait til the morning??" to which he DID NOT reply, "Babe, you've done more than your share today, let's wait".

I DID NOT put BM in my husband's coffee cause we were out of milk and Cody had drank the rest of the creamer. Yeah, don't ask. Cody likes creamer. It's not allowed, but he does it anyway. After all, who am I to tell him not to drink the Southern Pecan creamer?? Seriously!! LOL Oh, and if your wondering, my husband LOVED the coffee! HAHA He's lactose intolerant anyway, so it's good for him!!

Last but not least, I DID NOT walk out of my bedroom to find my husband and kids eating cookies, and when I suddenly realized the only cookies we had in the house were lactation cookies, I DID NOT allow them to finish their cookies before I told them what they were. In that, I DID NOT secrety wish my husband would start lactating so HE could feed Paisley and I could catch a break!! LOL NOT ME!!

Randomness...

I have been blessed with 6 beautiful babies. Scratch that. God has blessed me with HIS 6 beautiful babies. After all, they are not mine. I have been blessed with the opportunity to raise these children to HIS ability. Guide them on HIS path. Nurture them in HIS way. But they are only mine here on earth. They will dwell with him in his house forever. I thank God every waking moment for his blessing. Not once will I take this for granted. Isn't it amazing in a world full of people he chose me?? He thought enough about me to hand pick ME for this job. That's powerful!!

God's Plan...

Everything in my life is according to plan. Not mine, His. Sure, I prayed for these children, but if it wasn't in his plan, his will wouldn't have been done. See, my will isn't always his. That's tough sometimes to swallow. When we want something SO bad & we pray every waking moment for it, then were not given the blessing were yearning, sometimes we shake our fists at God. We waver off his path. But that's not gonna change his plan. It's just gonna separate us from him. Sure, we can change our path, but even that won't change his plan. He had a plan for us long before the desires of our heart wanted. So when I prayed for these babies and I was blessed with them, I was/am eternally grateful. I've been scrutinized many times for having prayed for 6 kids. Yup, that's right, I prayed for them. Well, I may not have prayed specifically for them, but in my cries of hurt and despair God answered my call. After all, he fulfilled my prayer. He blessed me with Daniel. With that, I was brought out of it. He gave me purpose. I prayed for Ryan, was blessed with Brayden, then prayed for Cody, Madison & Paisley. I even prayed for the two miscarriages in Oct & Dec. No, not directly, but I prayed for a child. God just had a different plan. With those two losses I clung to my faith. I never shook my fist at God. I never questioned his plan because it was just that, His plan. Sure it hurt. It hurt bad. I won't lie. But he had purpose cause he knows the WHOLE plan. That was merely a piece to my puzzle.

I may not know the struggles others face with infertility, but I do know the heartache of a loss. Is it any better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all?? I don't believe so, but they're both easily arguable sides. But that's a whole nother post. I just know it's all a part of his plan. It's all according to his timing.

I find complete comfort in knowing God is in control. HE knows what's best for me. I strongly believe that if he brought me to it, he'll bring me through it. I surrender myself to him & know that he'll protect me. Even in those moments of darkness & despair he will guide me.

I give of myself whole heartily to you Lord. I cry out your name & lift it up in praise. My hands are raised towards the heavens & I feel the peace washing over me. I'm yours Lord, I'm yours!! Whatever my purpose or calling, I will answer. I don't know your plan, or what is to come, but I do know that I'm open to it. I trust in you Lord.

Thank you Lord for my trials and tribulations. Thank you for my time's of despair. Thank you for my losses. I got it God. It's where I needed to be. Right where I needed to be.

*Sometimes God has to put you on your knees to teach you how to pray*

Happy Father's Day

I feel SO blessed to be able to share my life with these wonderful men I get to honor today. I seriously couldn't imagine life without them in it. They have all brought so many different things to my life. I honor and respect these men for everything they are. In life, and in the world. I would love to be able to eloquently speak about them in a manner that would justify their placement, but no words could compare the passion my heart has for them. So, In my own words I will dedicate myself, my life, and my post to them.

I have been blessed without end because of this man's presence in my life. My heart is forever tied to him. He has comforted me in life endlessly. He's been there every step of the way. Down every road I've chosen he's walked with me. Never a step behind. He's loved me from the depths of my heart to the bottom of my soul. He's loved me when I was hard to love. As much as I've pushed him away, he's remained a constant in my life. Never wavering on this path. He's been there from day one of my life. He's kissed away all my boo boos. Always helped me up when I fell. He was there with me when I rode my bike for the first time. He held me tight, but eventually let go. He gave me the freedom to try it on my own. He comforts me when I'm scared. He's been to every softball game I had. Right there in the bleachers cheering me on. In my darkest valley's, through trials and tribulations, he's reminded me of his love. He's reminded me of his commitment to never leave me. I wouldn't be half the person I am today if it wasn't for him, and for that I owe him everything. I am who I am, because of him.

Lord, I love you with everything I am!! I truly am who I am because of you. I thank you SO much for believing in me. I thank you SO much for thinking enough about me that you would send your son to die for our sins that we may be free. No matter how much I've strayed, or pushed you away, you've always welcomed me back with open arms. I'm SO happy to have you in my life. You've filled it with so much peace and joy. I've never been so comfortable with myself or my life til I opened my heart to you. I know there's nothing too big or too small I can't get through without you beside me. I will forever praise your name.

I wish I could have written that above post about my dad. *sigh* I'm sure some of you thought it was directed towards him, but truth being I could only dream. See, my dad is a distant in my life. Though I always dreamed of those things with him, it never was a reality. I missed my father being there for me. Softball when everyone Else's dad was there, mine was missing from the bleachers. When we went to state, he wasn't there to cheer me on. My graduation's, dance recitals. Cheer leading and Gymnastics went on without his presence. My mom raised my brother and I on her own. She in essence was my mother and father. I always dreamed of being a daddy's girl. After all, I am his only daughter. Four kids, only one girl. A lot of time's I've blamed myself for not being good enough for him. He was always there for birthday's and Christmas. He gave of his wallet candidly. What I'd have given to have him give of himself that way. I guess in many ways, I learned a lot from him. I closed myself off from people. Sheltered my heart in preparation of getting hurt. Maybe even anticipation. Maybe I never will know why he is the way he is, but this I do know. My heart is full of love for him. (OK, so this post might not mimic it) I love him with every ounce of who I am. When I look in the mirror, I see him. I am a spitting image of him. I pray for him constantly. See, he was an abusive man. My mom divorced him when I was one, because he wanted my mom to abort. She instead chose life. She became a woman of faith, thanks to my aunt, and well he belittled her for that. But, after all is said and done, he is my father. He is a part of me. For that, I am grateful.

To my wonderful husband. I love you!! I can't say enough about you on this day, or any day for that matter. Thank you will NEVER come close to the gratefulness I have in my heart for you. Thank you so much for accepting me as I was, bruised and broken. Young with a lot to learn. No matter how much I pushed you away, you never gave up on me. You drew me nearer. You brought back so much in my life I'd been missing. You love me unconditionally even when I'm not the easiest to love. We've been through a lot in our 6 years. With every step you've stood faithful beside me. You've helped me grow. You've given me strength at my weakest times, just because I knew you were there. I love you with everything I am, and thank you SO much for our beautiful and wonderful kids. After all, that's why I'm honoring you this day. Though I wish everyday was Father's day to honor you, because you deserve it. You have shown so much patience with them, as you have with me. Your full of love, and have poured your heart out to them. You give them guidance, and a foundation. You've given of yourself unselfishly. You've gone without to give to them. You've worked endless days, countless hours without recognition to give to them. You protect them with a hand that's so gentle. Your strong and uplifting. I couldn't have asked for more then when the Lord blessed me with you to be their father, my husband, and my best friend.

Regardless of when this day is over, these men will remain. They will be there. I will be here. I promise to forever honor them. After all, I am blessed. I have two father's!! How can I not commit myself entirely to them?

Pray for Stellan!!

It seems most people find their way to my page through MckMama's, so you may know Stellan's in need of prayers. For the few that don't and even those who do, will you do something for me?? Whenever you get a free minute throughout your day, will you say a prayer for sweet Stellan?? MckMama took him to the ER last night where he was admitted to the PICU again. This has got to be such a difficult road for the whole family. This road I'm sure is all too familiar and I'm sure it gets lonely. I know she knows were praying/pulling for her and her little man, but I'm sure she'd love to read about it too if you want to drop her a line. I'm continually praying for the whole family. Every free second I get.

Whatever you ask in my name, this I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask me anything in my name, I will do it.

—John 14:13-14

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.

—Philippians 4:6


Dear Heavenly Father I pray that you lay your loving and healing hands on this family. I ask you to keep them in your arms cradled and sheltered by your grace. I pray that you guide them on this road they're on, and make your presence known. I pray they cling tight to their faith and remember that you are a loving God. Father, you are bigger then this SVT, and for that we are comforted. We ask you to give us peace in knowing that you are in control. Lord please give all Dr's and medical personell the knowledge they need to move forward with this precious boy. May they be of clear mind and open hearts to absorb the love, faithfulness, and peace you descend. Lord I pray all of this In Jesus name. Amen!

I miss home...

I'm starting to miss home. Actually let me back up. I've BEEN missing home, just not as bad as I have been recently. Though anyone can say what they want about Texas, (Trust me, I've heard it all) It's home to me, and will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart. No matter where I am, my feet are planted firm on Texas soil. Er, Texas DIRT. It's just something about it. The smell, the feel, the people, the surroundings, it's in me.

I've lived everywhere from CA to TN, FL, VA, NC, to OK, and nothing compares. Doesn't even come close. I miss Gruene Hall, and Blue Bonnet. The Alamo, and the River Walk. Fiesta Texas and the Spurs. One finger waves, and Big Red. Corn Fields, and The Tank. Bill Miller Sweet Tea and Taco Cabana. Corpus. Front Porches and Backroads. Kosciusko Hall and Wade Bowen. I miss it all. So bad it hurts.

I just feel so much more peace at home. Texas holds a lot of memories for me. For our family. Though it holds some I'd rather like to forget, it's made us who we are today. It's made us stronger. We've been at some of our lowest points there, but the Lord ALWAYS brought us through, and for that I feel comfort there.

My husband's from Texas. Born and Raised. I was transplanted there when I was 16, so I've spent a lot of my life there. I'd love for my kids to grow up there. Daniel was born in Austin, Ryan and Brayden in San Antonio and Madison in Jourdanton. But they never really got to experience it. Really experience it, for what it is. I can't say enough about the people.

For the most part I've lived in small towns. It's who I am. A Small Town Girl. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. It's helped keep me level. I love cruising the backroads. Everyone knowing everyone, and calling them by name. Though I could do without the drama. I love sittin on the front porch and watching the world around me in peacefulness. Watching a grandpa till the land with his grandson/granddaughter on his lap. I love how everyone waves to each other. I love the pride people have for their town and country. How everyone gets together on friday nights to support the local team. I love to hear yes ma'am, yes sir, and the likes there of. I love when church gets out and packs Busy Bear.

Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone smiles in small towns?? *shrug*

We've been praying a lot on going back. We'd love to be back home, but it's not in our hands. Ultimately it's not our decision. It's in God's hands, on his timing, and I'm ok with that. Until then, I'll sit here a time zone away and wallow in Blue Bell Ice Cream.

Mohawks adorable?? Who'd have thought??

 

Brayden wanted a Mohawk after he saw MckNugget sporting his, and I obliged. Ryan and Cody of course followed suit.
Brayden asked for purple in lieu of nuggey's red, and daddy and I declined. Next it'll be piercings and tattoo's.
Gotta put down the foot somwhere, huh?? HAHA

So this is the end result after sporting them nearly all day. They've fallen a bit, but I still believe they're adoreable.

Oh, and Brayden's hook 'em horns is to DIE for. HOOK 'EM!!

Not Me!! Monday...

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


Here I am with 22 minutes left to Tuesday, on the east coast anyway, and I'm JUST now doing my Not Me! Monday post. So anyhow, Here I go...

I certaintly DID NOT just tell my husband to "hurry", so I could come make my Not Me! Monday post!! Certaintly not me!! That would be HORRIBLE!!

On second thought, I DID NOT just write that. I am deffinately putting myself out there WAY too easily. Ouch!!

I DID NOT let Ryan pee in a cup in the suburban to keep from having to get out at Target because I was not "Dressed" to go in.

I DID NOT put a towel folded up in Brayden's bed at 2 in the morning the other night when he awoke to let me know he had an accident. With that, I certaintly DID NOT let him go commando back to bed. Nope, Not me!!

Last but not least, I DID NOT feed Paisley the side of my boob in a haze last night as I fought to keep my eyes open. I would NEVER do that!! In my findings, I did not take a picture of the hickey, and choose to print it and put it in the scrap book as my first hickey...Haha! Not me...

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I DID NOT put flour in my husband's coffee the other morning as he hurriedly ran out the door 15 minutes late, and as I saw the sugar in the cabinet, and the flour on the counter I most certainly called him and told him, right?? That's what a good wife would do!! HA HA, I certainly wouldn't have laughed hysterically when he called to tell me about "my mistake". I'm more apologetic then that.

I DID NOT tip toe to our bedroom after leaving my husband sleeping soundly on the couch when going to bed in fear he'd ask for sex. I would NEVER do that. I ALWAYS cater to his needs.

I DID NOT pass gas in line at Target, then turn around and blame it on my 4 year old who subsequently turned to me and said "No, Mama, that was you remember"? I would have taken ultimate responsibility. After all, I am the adult right??

Last but not least, I DID NOT proudly wear a wet spot on my shirt while going into Target for nursing pads. When daunted about the wet spot I DID NOT proudly announce "I breastfeed" smile, and carry on. I would have at least put something in my bra before leaving the house to prevent a leak. *shaking head*