You know things always seem to happen in three's. If you work in a large enough company (meaning there are more than 4 people) if one woman gets pregnant you can sure bet it won't be long till there are THREE. Happened at my company and for a while I was afraid to drink the water!
Well that saying seems to have happened in our life.
Number One: My car was crashed about 4 weeks ago and we have been living off one car. It has been challenging but so far doable. We have been saving money to get a new and while we are waiting for a new car we (me, hubby, and daughter) are getting lots of great exercise by riding our bikes. Even though this has been a challenge there have been benefits.
Number Two: We had a medical curve ball thrown at us about 3 weeks ago. My hubby suddenly became violently ill and ended up in the hospital for several days. Still not exactly sure what was wrong but the general consensus has been a viral infection somewhere. That has led to several wonderful tests ( you know the rear entrance kind of tests). As the supportive wife I have told hubby I would NOT post any video on facebook (not hehe)
The medical curve ball really did throw me. After hubby was hooked up to all the machines in the ER and I could see his heart was ok so I was able to quit worrying about that and work on helping him to feel better. Of course this curve ball includes the ever dreaded (insert dramatic music here) BILL! We know they will be coming soon.
Up until number 2 I thought we were doing pretty good dealing with number one and two and then the dreaded NUMBER THREE happened.
Number Three: About a week ago the ONE working car began to not want to work so well. The transmission was suddenly NOT shifting out of first gear and we spend a lot of time driving 10mph. You can imagine we were not well liked by the other drivers. What made this situation worse, hubby was leaving town for a week. Because the problem began on a Saturday afternoon there was nothing much we could do to fix it. Repair shops were closed or too full to take the car and suggested coming in on Monday morning. That was not helpful or doable.
I ended up on the couch that day crying out to God. I was asking "What do you want me to learn?" "Really how much more can I take!!!" After saying that for a while and, yes, feeling sorry for myself, I knew that we are never given more than we can handle. Obviously we have the capability to deal with all these situations . "I can do all things through Christ" became my mantra for the rest of the day. I did not know how things were going to get taken care of but I just knew they would. I put my hope in God and not in me or my hubby and our abilities.
About this time I managed to run across a LOT of "hope" scriptures. Hebrews 10:23 says "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess for he who promised is faithful" spoke the most to me. The word unswervingly was what caught my attention. The dictionary definition for unswerving is "not turning aside; constant". We are to NOT turn aside no matter the situation. We are to cling to hope (Christ) even when we can's see a way out of a situation.
Yes I know this is easier said than done. That is why I keep reminding myself of this daily. That is what we should all do. Keep reminding ourselves that our hope is in God and he made a lot of promises and he is a God of His word. He WILL keep His promise!
Knowing this did not automatically make everything rosy or fix the car or pay the medical bills but what it did was to fill me with peace. It reminded me that I need to keep myself anchored to God and even when I think it is too much hang on anyway.
Now as an added note:
Number One: recently found out that the car is repairable and is currently getting fixed for much less than buying a new car!
Number Two: well the bills are starting to come in and they are not as bad as we thought they would be. Still putting my hope in Him.
Number Three: we turned to the internet, found out what the problem was with the ONE working car and for about 20 dollars fixed it! All before hubby left town!
God is so good!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Another borrowed blog
I am borrowing a blog from Good Housekeeping magazine. Quinn Cummings, a blogger for GH, had a great blog about a topic that many women will understand. I figured if you did not read her blog I would share with you what she wrote. I do hope you enjoy her words of wisdom.
The Unkindest Wrinkle
There's a whisper going around among women over 40. Perhaps you aren't there yet. Perhaps, owing to some wonderful cornucopia of self-esteem, you never will be. But for the rest of us, there's the question that cannot be stopped: "Can I still wear shorts?"
Even in shorts that don't do more than expose the bottom half of one's leg, it's still a minefield. Sure, knees are adorable on toddlers, are hopefuly functional on athletes, and are what separate us from cacti, but can anyone say they're attractive?
Depending on genetics and lifestyle choices, when you no longer have just the Not-Very-Attractive knee, you reach the age of the NVA knee with newly flaccid skin above it. You're standing there, waiting for your dry cleaning or your number to come up at the deli and you look down to see- aarg! - the dermatological version of an origami crane. But it's the last warm day of autumn, so you cover up and try to forget.
Then it gets warm again, and corduroy pants look incongruous. So, shorts. What to do? Go with the mid-knee style, which covers the offending area while giving you the "Elderhostel in Prague" look? Apparently skirts are what Italian and French women wear instead of shorts. In theory, a skirt should take no more effort than walking shorts, but I don't have to think about shorts. In a skirt I'm either doing battle with a hurricane-force updraft that seems to be following only me, or I'm in search of my zipper which should be in the middle of my back yet is constantly migrating toward my belly.
A few of us moms were discussing this Monday while our kids ran up and down the field, their healthy legs lean and firm, their knees surrounded by taut skin, when we were interrupted by the impatient clicking of a tongue. One of the kids had been delivered by his grandmother, who rolled her eyes in mock contempt. "I don't know why you girls worry about these things," she said. "You all look fine. Besides, my friends and I wear shorts all the time."
It was an epiphany. I might not be wearing shorts this year, but once I hit 70, I can wear them again. I'll be so delighted that I'll wear them in all seasons, with textured stockings just as they do in the fashion magazines. They'll contrast nicely with my sequined holiday sweaters.
The Unkindest Wrinkle
There's a whisper going around among women over 40. Perhaps you aren't there yet. Perhaps, owing to some wonderful cornucopia of self-esteem, you never will be. But for the rest of us, there's the question that cannot be stopped: "Can I still wear shorts?"
Even in shorts that don't do more than expose the bottom half of one's leg, it's still a minefield. Sure, knees are adorable on toddlers, are hopefuly functional on athletes, and are what separate us from cacti, but can anyone say they're attractive?
Depending on genetics and lifestyle choices, when you no longer have just the Not-Very-Attractive knee, you reach the age of the NVA knee with newly flaccid skin above it. You're standing there, waiting for your dry cleaning or your number to come up at the deli and you look down to see- aarg! - the dermatological version of an origami crane. But it's the last warm day of autumn, so you cover up and try to forget.
Then it gets warm again, and corduroy pants look incongruous. So, shorts. What to do? Go with the mid-knee style, which covers the offending area while giving you the "Elderhostel in Prague" look? Apparently skirts are what Italian and French women wear instead of shorts. In theory, a skirt should take no more effort than walking shorts, but I don't have to think about shorts. In a skirt I'm either doing battle with a hurricane-force updraft that seems to be following only me, or I'm in search of my zipper which should be in the middle of my back yet is constantly migrating toward my belly.
A few of us moms were discussing this Monday while our kids ran up and down the field, their healthy legs lean and firm, their knees surrounded by taut skin, when we were interrupted by the impatient clicking of a tongue. One of the kids had been delivered by his grandmother, who rolled her eyes in mock contempt. "I don't know why you girls worry about these things," she said. "You all look fine. Besides, my friends and I wear shorts all the time."
It was an epiphany. I might not be wearing shorts this year, but once I hit 70, I can wear them again. I'll be so delighted that I'll wear them in all seasons, with textured stockings just as they do in the fashion magazines. They'll contrast nicely with my sequined holiday sweaters.
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