Noah turned 15 on August 10th! He’s been looking forward to his birthday all summer. He wanted to eat at IHOP, and we invited his friend Daniel. After we ate, we let Noah visit the Katy mall to look at shoes. He LOVES shoes and has about 15 pairs.
I don’t really know where the time is going, but sometimes I wish it would slow down.
Of all the emotions we have – anger, hate, happiness, and fear, etc. – love is the most powerful, life changing of them all.
Seth and I were watching a show called the 100, a post-nuclear war time where a portion of the population of people fled the devastating affects by living in a large ship they call the Arc.
In this particular episode, on the heels of a beloved character who turned himself in to save his friends and girlfriend, which girlfriend then killed him to save him from a brutal death, is told that love makes you weak.
I find it to be the complete opposite. Love makes us stronger. Think of mothers who willingly sacrifice their lives for their children, parents like my husband who works so hard for our family. Or good friends who drop everything when we need them.
The greatest love story of ALL TIME was our Heavenly Father sending His only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ, to the earth to show us how to live, perform miracles for us, atone for our sins in the Garden of Gethsemane, and completing His mission by dying for us on the Cross.
He did this for us. For. Us!
Because He loves us so very much, and proved to us that love is not weak, it’s the most powerful emotion.
Life often has a way of reminding us how fragile it is. Saturday afternoon was like any other one. Until the afternoon. Jim became tired and developed a fever. A few days ago he used the weed-whacker to clean up our backyard weeds, and the next day hiss upper groin area hurt, and we feared he might have had a hernia.
I knew he wasn’t feeling well when I entered my bedroom at 8:45 P.M. to find him already in bed watching T.V. He was under the covers, which he only does when he’s in bed for the night. When he asked me to feel his head, it was quite warm.
I took his temperature again, and realized that it climbed another degree. Before we left for the emergency room, I called a friend from church to come over and with my brother Billy, give Jim a priesthood blessing. It’s like a prayer in a way, because you receive whatever you need from God. The blessing is given by a Melchizedek Priesthood holder, by the laying on of hands and by inspiration, to one who is sick or otherwise in need of special counsel, comfort, or healing. If the blessing is for the sick, consecrated oil is used (James 5:14–15).
My heart is always filled with peace hearing the words our Heavenly Father wants us to know, and feeling His love. Although we weren’t sure what the doctors would discover when we arrived, we got in the car and drove to our local hospital at 11:30 P.M.
And we were blessed; after many tests to rule things out, he didn’t have a hernia! His fever had also gone down. Jim’s lymph nodes were still swollen, but not nearly as much as earlier. They let us leave at 5:00 A.M. and we collapsed in bed (almost) the minute we pulled into the driveway.
Due to the heavy rain here in the Houston area yesterday, we stayed inside the house all day. The kids played video games while Jim and I worked on organizing our bedroom clutter. We made three separate piles: stuff to throw out, stuff to give away, and stuff to organize and find a home for somewhere.
I found a lot of various pictures that I need to organize and scrapbook, and will be doing that for a long time.
Jim made brisket for us (the boys love it), and I took pictures of us in the kitchen.
I am so grateful to live in this GREAT country! I’m so grateful for all of the men and women who serve in the military to protect us and our liberty.
Sometimes everything in my life just seems to pile up on me: my children, my parents and brother who live with me and have some health problems. My pain and anxiety have really been acting up since Sunday morning, and my neck and shoulder were so inflamed when I woke up today.
After coming home from taking my dog to the vet for his minor health problems (which was very expensive), my dear friend Tamara called. Soon after, my son became agitated with the video game he was playing, and my dad started talking to me, so I went upstairs to my room so I could talk without interruptions.
Tamara, bless her heart, listened to me vent, and then picked me up and drove me to her house. She used her doTerra oils on my back and feet to help ease my stress and pain. And it worked! What a sweet, thoughtful friend.
Although I didn’t sleep well the night before my birthday, I had a nice, relaxing day. Jim had an allergic reaction to sunscreen two weeks ago when he and Seth went white water rafting, which was getting worse instead of better, so I went with him to a Redi-Clinic inside of HEB (a Texas grocery store). After the nurse practitioner called in medication to our pharmacy, we strolled around the store tasting their free samples of food.
Afterwards, we went to Walmart to buy Pepsi, and then went home. My mom bought me flowers. Jim grilled delicious steak for my birthday feast instead of taking me out for dinner (my choice). He also bought me my childhood favorite, vanilla Carvel ice cream cake with tiny chocolate pieces in the center.
It was an unhurried, relaxing day spent with my family. Just the way I wanted it.
We love visiting Galveston Island. Between splashing in the Gulf of Mexico, the beautiful and historic Hotel Galvez, Murdochs, another historic store from 1910, we are NEVER bored there. I always feel a little sad and disappointed when it’s time to drive the 50 miles back to Houston.