My Petty Little Problems

Sure I complain alot and that won't change no matter how hard I try. If I am in pain I need to voice that so I have a way to try and get it off my chest. Latley, even though I still complain, my problems are so petty. I feel so sorry for those in Asia. My heart truly bleeds for them as I feel my tears stream down my face watching a child getting washed into the sea but then slammed back towards the shore just in time to be able to cling to a fence for their lives. Then seeing another set of footages that includes hearing the warning sirens go off for another tsunami attack and watch people scrammble for their loved ones then grab their hands and run. Tripping and scrambling to get to their feet so that they have enough time to scrammble for higher ground. Tears in anyone else's eyes? Mine are full of them. It really breaks my heart. It gives me one more reason to be proud of where I live and feel safe in my home and country. The only thing that is left for us to do is pray for the survivors and weep and pray for the dead.
When I first heard about the tragedy it never affected me, until I saw the footage. Then I couldn't bring myself to watch anymore. Kinda makes my fears, my pain and my problems tiny compared to what they are enduring on a day to day basis.
This is a Mother Nature Tragedy.
I only hope that disease outbreaks don't occur and that people are able to get the supplies that they need. I hope that mother nature will not strike again.
I pray:
"God, please help those less fortunate than us in these times of need. Let them turn to you Lord and know that this act of nature will pass and that it will make people strong. I pray that it opens our eyes to how good we have got it and that we are not that bad off. I pray that You help them in their time of need and keep their hands upon them."
I know that it may not be "right" to voice what I want to pray and what I feel needs to be done. But I don't think that it would hurt anyone and if it did hurt or offend anyone, I appologize. I just felt that what I need to say might want to be heard and someone may feel the same way. There is something I am in the midst of doing, but I am not going to voice it here. Let not the right hand know what the left one is doing - right? Some of you may hear in the days to follow, but I am not doing it to be reconized.
I hope that we can all say some sort of little prayer for these unfortunate people. Prayer works and I believe that it is the strongest possible cure available.
God help us.

FEAR

Fear
Your eyes grow
wide.
Your stomach
turns.
Your tears
start to
FALL.
Your heart
tells you to
"RUN!"
But you stand
there,
waiting,
waiting for
fear to strike.
You look into
fears eyes
and realize
that you've
seen them
before.

Did I get anyones attention out there?
I have let fear rule a certain part of my life and I am not proud of it. I know that if the worst were to happen I would have many regrets but yet I can't bring myself to do the right thing.
Why is it that we let fear control us? I know mine is because I am too scared and I don't want to go through the same thing I went through before. I know I am being pretty vauge (sp?) here but that is what the fear does to me. I don't want to write out exactly what I am affraid of. I don't want to show my vulnerability and I don't want to be pittied, I just need to hear myself say this all. The whole fact that I am reconizing this fear scares the living crap out of me. I don't want to see this particular fear again. It is something I think no one should go through and I am trying to stand back so that I don't go though it again. But will I regret it? Probably. I just don't know what to do.
So here I am, actually wondering if I should post this or not. If I should let the fear win. I know that if I don't post something I will kick myself and if I do post it I may regret it. A loose, loose situation. Oh well, here goes.......

The Day After

I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Ours was very blessed. We went from not being able to having one to being able to spoil ourselves a bit after all. We were adventurous today and decided to brave the traffic and head down to Langley for a little shopping. It actually wasn't too bad, except for the parking. My husband actually came up with a good idea. We drive around on the 23rd, 24th and 26th and find the best parking spot then pu up a sign that reads "need a spot? $10 bucks and it's yours". I thought that was a great idea and I am sure that he would have made some extra cash. We didn't do it though. While leaving willowbrook we were being stalked to our car. So we went to the front of our car and stopped to look around, like we were lost. The lady scowled at us then kept driving. The whole aspect of here following us kinda cheesed us. So when she left we went to the doors and while getting into our car we saw an older lady who looked so frantic that we pointed to the spot and said we were leaving. She was so happy and smiled at us and thanked us. First impressions do make a difference.
Then we headed into the Office Depot, Jacob, Micheals strip mall off of Fraser Highway and while walking up to Office Depot, bypassing the line ups at Mexx and Jacob Connextions we saw one of those brand new old style Mustangs. Looked nice but sounded terrible. The guy was riding the clutch, his first time driving standard maybe???? They will be replacing that in no time. A girl in the line up at Mexx announced that it was her boyfriend and that she had just bought him the car. People were ranting and raving wow!!! Can't believe you got that for him. Yeah but how long will she be paying it off for? OR did she just do a down payment........ I know the green envy thing but I don't get it, sure I can go out and get my dream car but at the same toime I think I would rather get into debt over a house. Yes I am jealous but I am happy. I just thought it was funny that everyone was announcing how lucky he is, and I am sure he is, but......
On our way out of Langley the cars were lined up from A&B sound all the way to where we were leaving. Crazy line ups!! But what do you expect for boxing day right? I think that our little adventure out was kinda fun though just because of how crazy it all gets. Then of course there were accidents because people weren't paying attention. AHHHHHHHHHHH.................. After Christmas rush. That was the first, and probably the last, time we ever went shopping on boxing day. It's a day I'll remember though.

"There is no sound, no voice, no cry, in all the world that can be heard until someone listens."
Unknown

God Gives Us Grace

"Each day God gives us the grae for that day alone. You can make it, one day at a time."
Barbara Johnson

I have noticed myself repeating this phrase alot lately. I was given a little card with the phrase on it and I put it on my fridge. It hasn't been until recently that it is no longer just a decoration. It used to just sit there, but now every day I try to remember to take the time to read it to myself. I may just be about the biggest hypocriate (sp?) there is to be repeating this to other people. I am always worrying about a month from now, two months from now and even years from now. What am I going to do with my life? When to have kids? Will I be a good mom? Will I ever get a job that I am proud to go to everyday? There is that worry thing again. I drive those closest to me nuts and they let me know. That's why I love them so much.
God Gives us Grace.
God please help me to remember this verse and know that what you are doing for me today is meant to happen and that you will catch me if I fall. Thank you for being there for me always.
I wish everyone luck with being patient with the day before them and that alone. I wish that I would remember this verse eveytime I start to worry about things out of my control.

My adventure with Payton

So, if you read Michelle's blogs you would see that I took away her little girl, hahaha, Just for the day of course. It sure was interesting, I give Michelle alot of credit. I've been around alot of children, I even helped raise my baby brother, but this was different. I changed her and then attempted to feed her but by the time you get that darn bottle warmed up, and then cooled down enough for her to be able to eat without it ripping her insides out because it's too hot, she was beside herself. Must - calm - down - in - order - to - get - that - bottle - in - there. It just took a little walking around then she was pretty content and took the bottle eventually. However in her crying prcess she tired herself out so much that she kept dosing as I was feeding, then she would wake; drink more, then dose, until eventually she woke up long enough to drink the whole thing and then zonked for a hour or so.
We went for a couple of walks, in the snow, which she really enjoyed and then we even went for a car ride, which zonked her out again.
I had a really fun day with her. I love that kid so much, but it really opens your eyes as to how hard being a mom really is. Makes me realize that I am not even ready yet. We will just keep taking her out here and there and that would be good enough for me. Maybe we'll have kids in 3 - 5 years or so, but what's the rush right?
Michelle and Payton were dropped off here yesterday morning too. It was a fun day as well. I let mommy crash in my bed for a couple hours. Payton woke up and was all smiles. So we ran a bath and put her in it. It was starting to cool down too much for her but she let me know. Then we added more warm water and she was all smiles again. So I dressed her up and we played in the bouncy chair for a bit while "Auntie" loaded the dishwasher. Then we got bored, and she had enough of the bouncy chair, so we went for a walk in the sunny weather, then back to bed. Phil had her laughing when he got home. She likes her "Uncle" Phil. She has the cutest little laugh too. Payton & Uncle Phil invented a new little game. Uncle Phil blows gently into her face and she huffs back at him with a big smile. I am loving all the giggles and smiles. I can't wait until she can communicate with us.
I've loved that little girl from the moment she was born, even before, because of the friendship Michelle, Rod, Phil & I all have. It is amamzing how this little girl makes that bond between friends so much stronger. I love the days I get to spend with her and I am sure that mommy must be used to it by now. Michelle, I give you alot of credit. You are awesome. Thanks for letting me take your baby away....hehehe...........

Just needing to Vent

I just got word that my real car is finished being repaired and that I have to turn in the car I have now. The car I have now is a courtesy car, it's a Mazda Protege 5. It is my dream car. Is it wrong that I don't want to take it back? My car was stolen as you may know and I am afraid of how it will run when I get it back, if it runs at all. I have so much stuff to do and what if it doesn't run? What if I have to get a courtesy car? One day at a time - I know but it was so nice having a dependable car. Now I get mine back, she is a good car though. It is just the feeling that I have of being violated. THe theives used my car for a joy ride and trashed it. I just am worried of how I will feel sitting in that drivers seat knowing that some jerk who didn't give a crap (sorry) took my car and treated her like dirt. Embedded chocolate in teh seats, left the window down to get rain water in and took things of minw that I worked hard for and payed for out of my own pocket. It makes me so mad.
So yes I know it is wrong to not want to take the courtesy car back, but I just feel so violated and I haven't even sat in the car yet. Just thinking about it makes me angry that someone can do this top people and think they are so smug because they are getting away with it. I just don't want to feel like a stranger in my own car and feel grossed out and creeped out because they touched stuff in my car last and smoked in my car (I am a non-smoker) and just bagged on my poor baby. I guess it's true though - you always want what you can't have.
ANYWAY..............
Just needed to vent once again.

Small World

I found out yesterday that one of the girls I work with actually knows my brother. She said that she thought he was an only child then she was even more surprised when she found out I was the oldest and that we still had a younger brother. Then I found out that her boyfriend actually went to the same school as me and that his parents actually attend New Heights. It just got crazier and crazier the more we talked. The more we continued with our conversation, the more we realized how close we actually came to meeting outside of work a few times.

It really makes me realize how small our world really is and how some how some way we are all connected. I told her she should come and see New Heights. She said she would try. Right now they go to a bigger church but I kinda like the fact that at NH we are close to so many people and there are a lot of people that know your name. Small World we live in.

David's Stone

Yes I am refering to David and Goliath again, it does seem to be a good analigy (sp?) for what I am wanting to say. David and his stone. Today I picked up that stone. Just like in the sermon last week. I was filling out something that could have remained annonymous, but for some reason I put my name on it. Maybe it is habit, just to fill in your name where it reads: name (optional):__________. Yeah I did see the optional part yet I still found myself sitting there writing my first and last name. It was stupid I am sure of it, yet I did it. I can't change that now, I am David and this is my stone. I am starting the scary and seemingly endless task of confronting Goliath.

After filling out the form I actually sat there and debated on the fact as to wether or not I should have placed my name on that little line. I brought my pen up to my name and placed it at the front of it preparing to scribble it out so that it was so unreconizable that no one would know that it was me. I silently said a prayer. What would Jesus want me to do? I am not sure exactly. So I sat there pen poised and ready to scribble. Next thing I know I was folding the paper and placing it into the envelope then proceding to seal it tightly shut. No I didn't scratch out my name and now it scares me silly. Sitting there before handing over the envelope to forever be lost I thought about that sermon. I thought about that white rock that I have placed in my purse so that it is with me always. I let the envelope go. The rock is in flight.

Almost immediatly I regretted my decision. What if......... But that was MY rock right? My chance to defeat Goliath or at least bring him down a peg or two. It is too late to go back now. I took the chance and I am standing up for myself and for what I believe needs to be said. Is this what Jesus would have done? Is this what He would have wanted me to do? Is He proud of the decision I hummed and hawed over for so long? I am not too sure, but I really hope that the answer is yes.

Do I regret letting that rock start to depart from my grasp? Yes, but at the same time I think that I am feeling pretty good about myself for finally standing up for what I believe. For saying what I needed to say. It may sound crazy but I wish that little piece of paper luck and I hope that I am not walking around on glass for believing in myself.