October 23, 2010

• Zion got cold the other night in the middle of the night, so I brought him over to our bed and tucked him in.  Now we’ve remedied the situation in his room, but Tim and I both thought it was sort of sweet to wake up to this.  :)  

  

  Of course, I sort of woke up to it over and over before morning arrived, as I teetered on the edge of the bed on my little sliver left, and all, but it was sweet nonetheless.  Lol.  :)

  Later in the day the boys and I accompanied Gabe on a field trip to a pumpkin patch.  

  

  It was fun, although I felt awfully weary from a night of interrupted sleep. I discovered that trudging along carrying a heavy camera, two pumpkins, and a two year old is sort of a workout.  Phew.  I sort of wanted to curl up in the sun and sleep at the park where we went to eat our lunch.  :)  

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  Cool story:  After we came back from the park, I took an exhausted nap, and woke up with a POUNDING headache.  I was MISERABLE.  It would not go away.  I took some Tylenol.  Nada.  I asked Tim to pray for my headache to go away.  He and the boys prayed a short prayer.  Nada.  I crept back into bed, basically incapacitated.  After a while, I asked Tim if he would anoint me with oil and pray for me again.  ”Is any one of you sick? He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord.And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven. Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.” (James 5:14-16)  

  Tim carries a vial of oil with him usually in case he has to pray for anyone in a pastoral situation.  Tim put oil on my forehead and prayed for me again, and about 30 seconds later I could sit up.  About a minute after that I felt almost 80% better, and got up and went out to the kitchen with everybody else.  My stomach felt not so well, and right after I got out there, I puked in the sink.  :) And then felt even better.  So about 5 minutes after he prayed for me, my headache was almost completely gone – only a teeny trace left, which did not stop me at all from going to Walmart and getting some Pilsbury cinnamon rolls to bake which I had been craving previously.  :)  It was a total answer to prayer, because it had been unrelieved by anything for several hours.  

  Sometimes God chooses to answer our prayers for healing in different ways, or chooses to say no, as he understands things we do not.  (Maybe those statements are even too “pat” for comfort…)  I just was grateful for the “yes” this night.

  Thank you, Jesus.  

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  Lynette and Rusty, Tim’s sister and brother-in-law in Thailand, Skyped us yesterday.  The boys were excited little Energizer bunnies bouncing around the screen.  

  

  It was good to talk to you guys.  

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  The other day I was startled to find this array of items under my clothesline.  :)

  

  Apparently the boys were playing pretend, using the tablecloth as a tent.  They line up chairs a lot, making a airplane or whatever they are doing.  It makes me sigh a bit tiredly, honestly, because usually I’m the one that ends up putting them back.  

  Or then there’s this guy, who is his own personal mess-maker.

  

  Or then there is the other day when I found them making a massive pile in the living room of all the random items they could carry in and pile up, pretending to be filling up a grocery cart.  

  

   Wide pained eyes.  I put a hasty stop to this activity, but there sure was a lot there to put away already.  Sigh.  This is from a new Wii game that they got for their birthday with birthday money, called Rabbids Go Home, where these rabbits are pushing this shopping cart around everywhere.  

  Just sometimes makes a momma tired, and makes her want to sit down and put her weary head in her hands.  One day I’m sure I’ll miss all their little boy antics, but these days I just sort of wish they were entirely independently capable of doing every smidge of cleanup that their current activity of choice often seems to require.  

  Yawn.

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  And for the record, here’s the harried homemaker in person, at 32 years, 9 months.  

  

  I was actually documenting the length of my hair, because I liked it, and decided since I didn’t look horrible in the picture I might as well save it for my children’s record.  Lol.  Since I normally do.  Look horrible in pictures.  Sigh of lack of photogenicity.  

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