March is almost over so you know what's next right?......APRIL! I've always heard the saying that April showers bring May flowers. April has not proven to be a great month for me and I don't mean the 'rain showers.'
Today as I was listening to "When I die young" by the Band Perry, I ran across a highschool friend on facebook. This highschool friend was one of the highlights of my week when I worked at Penney's. You see, many times I would pick up some lunch at DQ next door, where I was always greated by Megan's face. No matter how many times I go back to that same DQ, I won't be greated at the counter by Megan. Megan passed away April 8th 2009 at the age of 20.
On April 13th 2002, I, along with many others, lost a dear friend, Jennifer Souder, to a hiking accident. She was only 21 and engaged to be married. She was such an encouragment and teacher to me and many others. I still remember our weekend girls retreat together. I can still hear her voice and laugh after this many years.
As I sit here remebering these wonderful souls today, I realize how blessed I am with each day that I have. April is a month of rememberance for me in many ways. Count your blessings and always remember to thank God for each day no matter how 'horrible' it was. I am blessed with a wonderful husband, family and little 'peanut' and I can not be more thankful!!!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
What's your weird fear?
Hello friends! This is just a quick post to explain to you one of my biggest, scariest, and somewhat babyish fears.
Visiting the dentist (go ahead and laugh).
Well, the dentist is expecting me in about two hours. My dream last night??? Nightmares about the dentist, go figure. This fear really doesn't work for me considering my MOTHER-IN-LAW is a DENTAL HYGIENIST!!!! I honestly don't feel a thing when she cleans my teeth, however my mouth waters and I squirm like she is trying to pry my teeth out of my head.
I brush and floss consistently in hopes I won't have to visit the dentist as often. WRONG! Every time I get my teeth cleaned (with Josh or with my brother growing up) I'm the one with the cavaties. Even though they don't floss or brush as often.
So.......as I travel to visit my least favorite person in the world (no offense to him), I was wondering if any of you have a weird fear??? I fear heights like many others, but I'm not sure how many people have nightmares about a dentist and grip the chair like they are about to die.
So.....Any weird fears????
Visiting the dentist (go ahead and laugh).
Well, the dentist is expecting me in about two hours. My dream last night??? Nightmares about the dentist, go figure. This fear really doesn't work for me considering my MOTHER-IN-LAW is a DENTAL HYGIENIST!!!! I honestly don't feel a thing when she cleans my teeth, however my mouth waters and I squirm like she is trying to pry my teeth out of my head.
I brush and floss consistently in hopes I won't have to visit the dentist as often. WRONG! Every time I get my teeth cleaned (with Josh or with my brother growing up) I'm the one with the cavaties. Even though they don't floss or brush as often.
So.......as I travel to visit my least favorite person in the world (no offense to him), I was wondering if any of you have a weird fear??? I fear heights like many others, but I'm not sure how many people have nightmares about a dentist and grip the chair like they are about to die.
So.....Any weird fears????
Monday, March 7, 2011
"Life's tough get a helmet"
I'm posting twice today, because I have plenty of time to think this week. I have the whole week with near nothing to do, so expect one a day!
I've been reminded this past week of a friends recent blog. She mentioned "Sisterhood of the traveling pants" and talked about a friendship that is strong and lasting.
Last week, a lot of "friendship" thoughts were the topic of discussion between Josh and I. Josh is my best friend and, unfortunately for him, gets to hear my every thought, worry, fear, and frustration. Josh is, apart from God, the best listener I have!
When Josh and I moved from Cookeville, I left everything. I left my home church, my family, my daily outings with friends, my weekend plans, my "educational" talks from the grandparents. Don't get me wrong, it is completely worth it and I feel that Hendersonville is where God wants us to be. My issue? or the major BUT of the sentence?
Lately, I have had a lot on my mind. A week ago, I collapsed in tears in Josh's arms. You never realize how much a visit from grandma or a lunch with my "Freds" matters until they are no more. People move on and relationships change. They have to at times.
So here is where I am. I have a longing for friendship that can only come with time. Part of me feels like God wants/needs me to rely on Him. I am. Regardless, moving is hard. We have gotten involved with a wonderful group at church and I know that the friendships will come with time. Growing up is hard. I'm reminded of the Boy Meets World episode I watched growing up.
"Life's tough, get a helmet"
I've been reminded this past week of a friends recent blog. She mentioned "Sisterhood of the traveling pants" and talked about a friendship that is strong and lasting.
Last week, a lot of "friendship" thoughts were the topic of discussion between Josh and I. Josh is my best friend and, unfortunately for him, gets to hear my every thought, worry, fear, and frustration. Josh is, apart from God, the best listener I have!
When Josh and I moved from Cookeville, I left everything. I left my home church, my family, my daily outings with friends, my weekend plans, my "educational" talks from the grandparents. Don't get me wrong, it is completely worth it and I feel that Hendersonville is where God wants us to be. My issue? or the major BUT of the sentence?
Lately, I have had a lot on my mind. A week ago, I collapsed in tears in Josh's arms. You never realize how much a visit from grandma or a lunch with my "Freds" matters until they are no more. People move on and relationships change. They have to at times.
So here is where I am. I have a longing for friendship that can only come with time. Part of me feels like God wants/needs me to rely on Him. I am. Regardless, moving is hard. We have gotten involved with a wonderful group at church and I know that the friendships will come with time. Growing up is hard. I'm reminded of the Boy Meets World episode I watched growing up.
"Life's tough, get a helmet"
Don't forget them
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the armed forces. While I don't have a close friend or relative currently serving, soldiers have been brought to mine and Josh's attention more than once this week.
Earlier in the week, Josh realized that he knew a soldier that was recently killed overseas. This soldier worked with Josh in Columbia and his wife is due any day with their first child.
Tuesday night, we worked with the Inner City Missions, and one of the ladies with us was talking about her son who is overseas. Stories started flowing about events and issues that they had encountered. She told us about how there guard was always up. We were told about a 7 year old who was running back toward them with the bomb they had just thrown. Do you shoot the 7 year old or do you get blown up?
I can only imagine the life of a soldier or their close family members. I have always told Josh that I would be a nervous wreck if he was in the military. I have so much respect for those who are serving overseas. I am currently listening to christian music. If I had no freedom, this would not be possible. I'm able to work, walk and worship freely because of the sacrifices that soldiers have made. Thanks is never enough, but should still be said.
I don't care if you are pro or anti our current military situation. Fact: they are overseas busting their rump for you and me. Don't forget them. Many of us have no real connection to the military, yet we enjoy what we enjoy today because of what they have done and continue to do.
God Bless our Troops and bring them home safe.
Earlier in the week, Josh realized that he knew a soldier that was recently killed overseas. This soldier worked with Josh in Columbia and his wife is due any day with their first child.
Tuesday night, we worked with the Inner City Missions, and one of the ladies with us was talking about her son who is overseas. Stories started flowing about events and issues that they had encountered. She told us about how there guard was always up. We were told about a 7 year old who was running back toward them with the bomb they had just thrown. Do you shoot the 7 year old or do you get blown up?
I can only imagine the life of a soldier or their close family members. I have always told Josh that I would be a nervous wreck if he was in the military. I have so much respect for those who are serving overseas. I am currently listening to christian music. If I had no freedom, this would not be possible. I'm able to work, walk and worship freely because of the sacrifices that soldiers have made. Thanks is never enough, but should still be said.
I don't care if you are pro or anti our current military situation. Fact: they are overseas busting their rump for you and me. Don't forget them. Many of us have no real connection to the military, yet we enjoy what we enjoy today because of what they have done and continue to do.
God Bless our Troops and bring them home safe.
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