The past week has been one busy week. We went to Keith Daniel meetings every night this weekend, which meant the kids did not get to sleep until way later than their normal time, which is making them pretty crabby and tired this week. Trying to get school done has been very trying. They are having a hard time concentrating, and then I have been tired, so I have a hard time concentrating on helping them.
Then early Sunday morning we get a knock on our door from the cops telling us that our vehicles parked on the street had been hit. Turns out someone hit Josiah's truck going fast enough that it made the truck crash into the back of the van. (They left the scene). The van was totalled, and Josiah's poor truck will need a bit of work.
Josiah's best friend, Ben, left his truck here while he is going to training to be in the Navy, so Josiah has been using that to get to work.
We got a call on Sunday night from the PD saying they found the guy and he did have insurance, for which we were very thankful.
God has been good to us through all this. We are SO thankful that NO one was injured and that it was just stuff (important stuff) that was lost. We still have each other and our children.
Other happenings around here. The kids got colds and poor Carl has not slept well the last two nights. On Tuesday night he woke up and could not breathe. I ended up taking him outside and he finally relaxed enough to catch his breath. He seemed somewhat better yesterday, but last night he woke up every 10 to 15 minutes and I had to pat him back to sleep. So I am wiped out.
Josiah's sister Lydia, and her husband surprised us with a visit. She came over for a few hours yesterday and hung it. It was very fun, especially getting to see our niece, Jubilee.
I am 34 weeks pregnant today. I cannot believe that I only have 6 weeks left if I go to my due date, and only 4 1/2 to 5 weeks left if this baby comes early like the others did. So exciting, but yet scary. I do not feel prepared, but I am anxious because at this point I am very uncomfortable and tired. We cannot wait to meet this little guy/gal. We have finally come up with a boys name so I feel much better in that area.
Well, enough of my rambling.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Before I was a mom I often heard about how strong a mother's love was and that there wasn't anything a mother would not to protect her child. But, of course, not being a mom, I did not understand it. It wasn't until I was pregnant with Ivan and I had this dream that I was being attacked and my only thought was protecting him. Do anything to me, but don't touch my baby! Ever since then I have experienced it many times. Whether one of my children is being yelled at by a another child or if they are physically being hurt, I feel it rising in my and I just want to run and "save" them. I have learned it is not always the best thing to do. A child needs to learn the reality of this harsh world, if they are to survive in it. But they also need a mother's love. When one of my children is suffering, I always wish I could take the suffering for them. I HATE to see them in pain. There really isn't anything I wouldn't do to save my children from physical, emotional and spiritual harm.
Another thing that being a mom has taught me is how much God really loves me. I have being insecure my whole life. When I would do something wrong, I would immediately think that my parents or friends didn't love me anymore, and I would try to "buy" their forgiveness by dong something for them. I now know that it wasn't that way. Once I became a mom, it totally changed. When one of my children do wrong, I need to punish them, but I still love them and nothing will ever change that. I am not happy when they choose to do wrong and it hurts me more than words can say, but I still love them. God is the same way, and I have experienced Him in a new way. I do not feel like I need to be perfect anymore ( I cannot be anyway). I can be myself, a sinner saved by the grace of God. He forgives me every time I sin (which is SO much). I thank God that I can be happy and not fret about my sin. I LOVE the verses that say, "The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy. He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever. He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities. For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him. As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us. Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him." (Psalm 103:8-13).