I am officially the world's worst blogger...and I feel like a runner up on worst many other things. I have said this before, and I will say it again. I really do not enjoy New Year's Eve. It makes me overly nostalgic and I attribute these emotions to the fact that I do not cope very well with change. There is something about just letting go that I can not seem to grasp. That will definitely be one of my goals to worn on this upcoming year.
Where to begin? As I think about everything that happened this year, my heart feels like a sack of bricks inside my chest...but these are happy bricks. After all, bricks make for some of the strongest abodes, right? We have been through so much this year. I think about all of the progress, trials, moments of exceeding joy and times of feelings of despair. We lost my sweet uncle to cancer; Brandon and Hillarie were married, we welcomed our sweet Khloe to our family the day of the second anniversary of my dear grandfather's passing, we said goodbye to GranDad as he is now reunited with his very missed and adored Grammie, we moved to more comfortable home, Ariel and Lycia got married, Kami started preschool with Miss Julie {who I love and as her student I always wishfully thought how great it would be to have her share her love for learning and reading with my own children}, Chip got called to be the ward financial clerk, Brother Romney lost the election we made new and very special friendships, I met my sweet friend Mandy and am now part of building one of her dreams, and the list can go on. What a special year we have had. I learned so many things that I hope I will never forget and hope that I will carry such lessons in my heart for the rest of my life.
I am so grateful to be a part of God's plan and his restored church. What comfort it has brought!! It has been the anchor and the soothing, reassuring embrace that I have needed when things were more on the bleak side. He has always been by my side. If there is one thing I want you girls, my brave Kami and tender Khloe, to know about your mother is that I KNOW that our Savior is real. He lives. He listens. He comforts. He promises and he delivers. This church is true. I know that if you will work to achieve this surety for yourselves, you will feel it and see miracles in your lives as well. There is no other way to achieve literal and pure happiness.
We have been so blessed. Some questions have been left unanswered, but I am discovering that Heavenly Father's timing is impeccable and that if we are ready and open to accept his answers, they come. I am beyond excited for what the future will bring, specifically this year. I am so undeniably fortunate and blessed to have you, Chip, by my side to raise our sweet babies...they are so lucky to have a man like you for their father. I love the 3 of you with all of my being. Here's to a new year full of new adventures and learning opportunities!
First White Dress
The blessing Chip gave Khloe was very sweet and touching.
My sweet daughter, these are some of the things your father said in your blessing.
The men in the circle were your father, Papa, Abuelo, Tio Oscar, Darin, Todd, Uncle Jeff, JD, Michael, Shad, Uncle Steve, Josh Harris, Jordan.
I am so grateful for the gift of being your mother. Your sweet spirit has brought us so much joy. Your sister adores you; I can't wait until you are older and for the both of you to develop a strong and sincere friendship unlike any other than what only sisters can have. I am so grateful for the gospel, for this church. I know it is true. I hope that you will heed the blessing that your father bestowed upon your head that you may receive the wonderful blessings that have been promised to you if you are obedient. We love you so, so much. May this beautiful dress be the first of three very special dresses that you will wear when you are ready to make covenants and promises with the Lord. I love you with all of my heart, my sweet blossom of wisdom.
Melanie, a deep, huge thank you for the beautiful dress. Sharing your wonderful talent with us made the day much more special. You have an amazing gift.
Mandy, thank you so, so much for the adorable headbands. They are perfect! You are the sweetest and have such a talent!
Both of you girls are so sweet and made Khloe look radiant! Thank you, thank you!
P.s.- you can see more of Melanie's vintage lovelies here {Sadie Then Ty} and more of Mandy's beautiful creations here {Lacy Mae Designs}.
My sweet daughter, these are some of the things your father said in your blessing.
Khloe:
- your Heavenly Father is grateful that you have chosen to follow Him and come to Earth
- because of your faithfulness, you have chosen to come to this family at this time
- you are blessed to be strong, consistent in the gospel, and a light in this world
- blessed to be of a sweet and timid candor, to soften those whose heart is hardened by the things of this world
- blessed to be of pivotal influence
- blessed with health needed to be happy and continue on to have your own children
- raise your own children and to marry a worthy man in the temple
- blessed with a unique ability to discern the light from the dark and choose the right
The men in the circle were your father, Papa, Abuelo, Tio Oscar, Darin, Todd, Uncle Jeff, JD, Michael, Shad, Uncle Steve, Josh Harris, Jordan.
I am so grateful for the gift of being your mother. Your sweet spirit has brought us so much joy. Your sister adores you; I can't wait until you are older and for the both of you to develop a strong and sincere friendship unlike any other than what only sisters can have. I am so grateful for the gospel, for this church. I know it is true. I hope that you will heed the blessing that your father bestowed upon your head that you may receive the wonderful blessings that have been promised to you if you are obedient. We love you so, so much. May this beautiful dress be the first of three very special dresses that you will wear when you are ready to make covenants and promises with the Lord. I love you with all of my heart, my sweet blossom of wisdom.
Melanie, a deep, huge thank you for the beautiful dress. Sharing your wonderful talent with us made the day much more special. You have an amazing gift.
Mandy, thank you so, so much for the adorable headbands. They are perfect! You are the sweetest and have such a talent!
Both of you girls are so sweet and made Khloe look radiant! Thank you, thank you!
P.s.- you can see more of Melanie's vintage lovelies here {Sadie Then Ty} and more of Mandy's beautiful creations here {Lacy Mae Designs}.
Memorial Day weekend
My family came into town on Friday at 6 am. We mostly rested that day and had dinner, of course, at the Brick Oven. Then, Fabi, Oscar, Alexa, Chip and I went to see The Avengers once the kids were in bed. On Saturday we went up to Salt Lake for a waffle for breakfast, did some shopping at City Creek, my parents took grandma to see Temple Square {this was her first time in Utah}, had dinner at Cafe Rio in Draper, and watched movies at home. Sunday was Khloe's blessing. My parents, Alexa, Fabi, Oscar, Luca and my grandma came to town from my side and Mom, Dad, Brandon, Hillarie, and their kids from Chip's side.
Khloe's blessing was Sunday morning and after sacrament we had a brunch with everyone invited. It is always so much fun to have everyone together. That night we made dinner and had Mom and Dad and my family over for dinner. Chip made Buffalo Chicken Tacos and then we had a red velvet cake for dessert to celebrate Abuelita's 87th birthday. Having her here made everything so much more special.
Monday morning my family returned home and we went to Mom and Dad's hotel for some swimming. Kami loves being in the water! We then headed up to SL for brunch at Grandma Joan's and to take M&D to the airport. It was a great weekend. I miss you all so much.
Abuelita didn't wait for us to finish singing to her and just blew out the candles! It was kind of hilarious.
Khloe's blessing was Sunday morning and after sacrament we had a brunch with everyone invited. It is always so much fun to have everyone together. That night we made dinner and had Mom and Dad and my family over for dinner. Chip made Buffalo Chicken Tacos and then we had a red velvet cake for dessert to celebrate Abuelita's 87th birthday. Having her here made everything so much more special.
Monday morning my family returned home and we went to Mom and Dad's hotel for some swimming. Kami loves being in the water! We then headed up to SL for brunch at Grandma Joan's and to take M&D to the airport. It was a great weekend. I miss you all so much.
Abuelita didn't wait for us to finish singing to her and just blew out the candles! It was kind of hilarious.
Khloe's 2 month Checkup
Stats from last visit (3 weeks/ 04/16/2012):
Weight: 8.53 lbs, 47% (percentile)
Length: 21.75 in., 93%
Head: 14.56 in, 85%
2 Month Check up stats:
Weight: 10.89 lbs, 40.44%
Length: 23.2 in., 82%
Head: 15.3 in., 71%
Khloe is very observant. She smiles a lot, coos, and makes plenty eye contact :) She loves to be held, sung to, rocked, bath time, and snuggling with Kami while reading a book before bed. Speaking of bedtime, Miss Khloe started sleeping from 9-2 and 3-7 at 17 weeks but with all the commotion and disturbance to our daily routines from the health drama we have had, she has regressed a bit. SIGH. So, here we go- back to BabyWise basics. Today I will be feeding her at 2.5 hour intervals with a nap of 1-1.5 hour naps in between (after each feeding following "wake time", so if she eats at 10, she will nap from 11/11:30-12:30). We will see how that goes! Hopefully this tired mama can get at least a consecutive 5 hours of shut-eye...formerly known as beauty sleep. These days the last thing I can accomplish is beauty. Oh, the joy of motherhood :)
Weight: 8.53 lbs, 47% (percentile)
Length: 21.75 in., 93%
Head: 14.56 in, 85%
2 Month Check up stats:
Weight: 10.89 lbs, 40.44%
Length: 23.2 in., 82%
Head: 15.3 in., 71%
Khloe is very observant. She smiles a lot, coos, and makes plenty eye contact :) She loves to be held, sung to, rocked, bath time, and snuggling with Kami while reading a book before bed. Speaking of bedtime, Miss Khloe started sleeping from 9-2 and 3-7 at 17 weeks but with all the commotion and disturbance to our daily routines from the health drama we have had, she has regressed a bit. SIGH. So, here we go- back to BabyWise basics. Today I will be feeding her at 2.5 hour intervals with a nap of 1-1.5 hour naps in between (after each feeding following "wake time", so if she eats at 10, she will nap from 11/11:30-12:30). We will see how that goes! Hopefully this tired mama can get at least a consecutive 5 hours of shut-eye...formerly known as beauty sleep. These days the last thing I can accomplish is beauty. Oh, the joy of motherhood :)
When it rains, it pours...
For the past month and a half, I swear at least one of us has to be sick. Khloe, Chip, and I have been sick alternately and on and off. We all had trouble sleeping and breathing at night about a month ago, and that led Chip to go to InstaCare on a Sunday morning which turned into a visit to the hospital to get a CT scan to make sure he didn't have appendicitis. Well, $1,000 later we were told he didn't have appendicitis, and that they didn't know what was causing him pain. {EYE ROLL HERE}. Then a week later something bit him on the hand and gave him a rash and nasty looking bump. Then, a week after that I had my infamous appointment to get an IUD. Well, I had been having very strong impressions not to go through with it. The day of comes along and of course I say to myself "Don't be ridiculous. This is supposed to be amazing birth control." So off to the doctor I go and as I am sitting in the chair waiting for the doctor to come in, I have the same feeling again. "Don't do this". I ignore it. The doctor comes in, shoves that thing inside as I feel like I am literally going to pass out from the pain and possibly die. The doctor takes off his gloves and says "There you go, kiddo. Hope that wasn't TOO painful. Have a great day" and walks out the door. Meanwhile I am trying to keep a clear mind and get a grip. This is supposed to be painful, so I had heard. Anyway, that was on a Wednesday. Saturday morning rolls around {my birthday} and we are off to Salt Lake to do some shopping before we have to be back to Provo for our first date since Khloe's arrival. We get to the mall, do some shopping, and then Khloe starts coughing and getting fussy. We head back to the car and get the girls in their seats just in time for Khloe to completely regurgitate her last feeding. Fabulous. Dinner plans are automatically canceled as we will be tending to a sick infant. That night, I wake up to take care of Khloe and start having jabbing pains right above my right hip bone. It is so painful that I start bawling and Chip wakes up. He gives me pain meds that held me over till morning. I go to church with Kami and Chip stays at home with Khloe. We come home and I think I might as well go to InstaCare to make sure nothing is wrong with me...at least nothing serious. My intuition was beginning to warn me something had gone wrong at the doctor's office. I tell the doctor there that I have a gut feeling it is the IUD. He checks for the strings and lo and behold, he can't find them. I told him that I also couldn't find them the day the IUD was put in. My OBGYN never thought to ask me to check to make sure I could feel them or at least to make sure I knew what I was supposed to be checking for to make sure the stupid thing was in place. he simply put the thing in and walked out. I stupidly thought it must be "normal" not to feel the strings since he didn't mention anything about it and according to the research I had done online, some women never feel the strings, even when the IUD is in place. SO- he sends me to the hospital to get x-rays and a CT scan. Sure enough, they found the culprit. The darn IUD was right behind my navel, implanted in my abdominal wall. I am told to go home and get ready to come back to have surgery to get it removed. APPARENTLY, the doctor had punctured my uterus when he put it in, implanting it directly in my abdomen. What a charm he is, right?! Long story short, I show up at the hospital at 7 pm (6 hours after the diagnose), have surgery, and go home at 1 a.m. Monday morning I start having chest pains and head to the E.R. They didn't find anything wrong.
Everything starts getting back to peachy-keen reality and then Chip gets a really weird, nasty rash on his face. Turns out it is a staph infection and it looks like he has infected pimples all over his face. $100 later, he is finally healing and almost back to normal. SIGH.
We are celebrating my birthday and our 5th anniversary this weekend. {I HOPE}. Here is to hoping we can stay healthy for at least a month.
Everything starts getting back to peachy-keen reality and then Chip gets a really weird, nasty rash on his face. Turns out it is a staph infection and it looks like he has infected pimples all over his face. $100 later, he is finally healing and almost back to normal. SIGH.
We are celebrating my birthday and our 5th anniversary this weekend. {I HOPE}. Here is to hoping we can stay healthy for at least a month.
A little sun worshiper in the works
Khloe left the hospital with a little bit of jaundice that spiked over the next few days. Luckily, we were not short at all of extra helping hands. Nana, Buelo, Ariel, Alexa, and Lycia were all in town and provided much needed support. Having to watch Khloe strapped to her mini tanning bed as I called it 24/7 was not easy at all. Luckily she has a very sweet and serene demeanor about her and despite not feeling well, rarely cried and just wanted to be held one way or another.
Khloe Sofia Price
This pregnancy was even harder than Kamila's...nausea until 8 months, heartburn from the 7th-9th month, back pain, major water retention, the works!! Thank heaven that the one wonderful thing is that the prize at the end of the "trial" is a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Our second little princess was born on March 26th at 8:15 a.m. It was a very happy and special day for me...As I held my second child in my arms, I remembered my grandfather who passed away that same day 2 years ago. It brought a tear and smile to my face as I contemplated the beauty of the plan of salvation. The veil feels so thin at times like these.
Khloe's birth itself was a huge difference compared to Kami's. We knew what to expect and we got to share it with Nana, Ariel, and Kami...Memorable moments include Chip almost passing out and having to lay on the floor to collect himself and Kami shouting out "She {Khloe} is all creamy!" when her little sister made her debut. We are absolutely in love with our baby girls...and very tired :)
Khloe's birth itself was a huge difference compared to Kami's. We knew what to expect and we got to share it with Nana, Ariel, and Kami...Memorable moments include Chip almost passing out and having to lay on the floor to collect himself and Kami shouting out "She {Khloe} is all creamy!" when her little sister made her debut. We are absolutely in love with our baby girls...and very tired :)
Keep Your Fork
Sometimes we don't get the answers that we expect, in the way we had hoped...but we always receive the answers that Heavenly Father knows are best. It truly is a beautiful thing to have hope in times of despair and sadness and to know that the best is yet to come.
Keep Your Fork
There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.
"This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor. The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork'.
It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?'. Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork....the best is yet to come".
The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better as coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled. During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.
So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come…
33 weeks and counting
I have 6 weeks to go and time could not go any faster...or slower. Depending on the day. Most days I feel great and then there are days that heartburn and sciatic nerve pain just have to ruin. However, I am soo grateful that the nausea and vomiting finally became a thing of the past {29 weeks is long enough!}. We are so excited to meet this little girl. Kamila constantly talks about how the baby in Mommy's tummy is her baby too and that she is going to be "the best tall sister in the whole wide world". It is surreal that we will have 2 little girls in our family.
Thanksgiving/Christmas
Ok...I've got some catching up to do. Thanksgiving we spent in Arizona. It is always fun to visit Scottsdale and take in the beauty of the desert. Mostly, it is always nice to leave frigid temperatures for warm ones and get to see the family. We got to meet Hillary and are so excited to have her join our family in like 2 weeks!!
For Christmas, we headed to El Paso...Ariel had been in Utah for about a week so the 4 of us got to drive home together. We got to meet Lycia and spend lots of time with family and, my favorite thing to do in EP- eat. Even if it didn't agree with baby. We had originally planned to stay only for Christmas but then we found out Tio Chuy was coming to visit for New Years and that the family was having a special get-together per his request. The day before Thanksgiving he found out he had a brain tumor and lung cancer. As if that weren't enough to take in already, he was told he wasn't expected to live much longer. My Tio is a man that has been physically strong his entire life, strong and robust. He has had a car fall on him and obviously survived that. He is the uncle who always said the most hilarious yet irreverent/embarrassing things. The one who asks you "So are you going to marry this one?" when you introduce him to someone you are dating and if you say no or change the subject, he will proceed with "Then why are you bringing them around?", a big smile, a punch in the arm, and apologize to the person who he just met for his inappropriate joke.
He is still the sweet, caring jokester...but a much more frail one. I couldn't hold back the tears when I saw him for the first time in months...
Now he is quiet, slow-paced, and not as witty...but he hangs on to that smile. We have prayed and fasted for his well-being and I have no doubt in my heart that the Lord answers our prayers. Since December, he has had a successful surgery on his brain that allowed the tumor to be completely eradicated. He is undergoing chemotherapy for his lungs and his doctors are astonished with his progress. His hair isn't falling; it is coming in thicker and has more hair now overall. He hasn't lost his appetite and is able to keep things down.
I know in my heart that Heavenly Father loves him...and his family, and every single one of us. There is no telling what will happen in the future, but whatever it is, I know we will all be fine...because families are eternal.
For Christmas, we headed to El Paso...Ariel had been in Utah for about a week so the 4 of us got to drive home together. We got to meet Lycia and spend lots of time with family and, my favorite thing to do in EP- eat. Even if it didn't agree with baby. We had originally planned to stay only for Christmas but then we found out Tio Chuy was coming to visit for New Years and that the family was having a special get-together per his request. The day before Thanksgiving he found out he had a brain tumor and lung cancer. As if that weren't enough to take in already, he was told he wasn't expected to live much longer. My Tio is a man that has been physically strong his entire life, strong and robust. He has had a car fall on him and obviously survived that. He is the uncle who always said the most hilarious yet irreverent/embarrassing things. The one who asks you "So are you going to marry this one?" when you introduce him to someone you are dating and if you say no or change the subject, he will proceed with "Then why are you bringing them around?", a big smile, a punch in the arm, and apologize to the person who he just met for his inappropriate joke.
He is still the sweet, caring jokester...but a much more frail one. I couldn't hold back the tears when I saw him for the first time in months...
Now he is quiet, slow-paced, and not as witty...but he hangs on to that smile. We have prayed and fasted for his well-being and I have no doubt in my heart that the Lord answers our prayers. Since December, he has had a successful surgery on his brain that allowed the tumor to be completely eradicated. He is undergoing chemotherapy for his lungs and his doctors are astonished with his progress. His hair isn't falling; it is coming in thicker and has more hair now overall. He hasn't lost his appetite and is able to keep things down.
I know in my heart that Heavenly Father loves him...and his family, and every single one of us. There is no telling what will happen in the future, but whatever it is, I know we will all be fine...because families are eternal.
One Little Word
I keep coming across friends who are joining the One Little Word movement. If you are like me about a week ago and have no idea what this is, you are in for a year-changing treat. {or so it should be}.
This movement encourages us to think of one word that will be the catalyst for our goals, dreams, and pretty much everything that we do this year. I have my list of resolutions made out yet I kept feeling somewhat irritated {discouraged, maybe?} that I had to look at it everyday or else I would forget every exact goal written down. No biggie. I've dealt with it and plastered it somewhere I know I will see it every morning so that there is no excuse for shortcomings.
Anyway...back to OLW. I am very excited about this. One word to remember. That is all. One word to burn into my brain and heart that will be my constant companion throughout the day, wherever I am, whatever I am doing that will help me stay on track and do the things that matter the most.
This is possibly the hardest thing I have had to do today: to choose such a pivotal word among thousands that race through my mind yet don't feel just right. Have I mentioned that being a perfectionist has to be the hardest thing about being me and should be considered a complete character flaw instead of a effective character trait?
I digress.
The word that spoke to me, {no, yelled at me} was patience.
I really, honestly, genuinely, ardently want to be a literally patient person...with my beautiful 2 year-old, with my darling husband, with family, friends, everyone I know, with God....but especially with myself.
As I prepare to hold in my arms another of Heavenly Father's choice children, I am constantly caught in an inner turmoil; a grapple where my self-confidence in raising another child and still do the things I have to do and love to do, seems to dwindle and thoughts of incompetence plague my heart.
So, my one little word I hope will remind me to:
be patient with my shortcomings. I am not perfect and never will be in this mortal life. It is ok if I don't prepare a stellar dinner every night that looks like it was made by Rachael Ray. It is ok if I didn't get to reading the full 2 chapters of scripture study for the day. I can only try my best each day. Tomorrow is just another chance to make up for today's shortcomings.
be patient with progress. goals aren't accomplished overnight. It will take months to get my pre-baby body back; it will take weeks to get used to juggling a toddler and a newborn; it will take days of not leaving a messy house before I figure out how to have happy babies, clean home, and a happy me.
be patient with those around me. God loves them, flaws and all...I am no one to judge them or think my way is better.
be patient with God's timing and plan. He knows why things happen the way they do, when they do, or when they will. There is no point in wishing for a different phase of life, a different city to live in, a bigger and newer house to call our own and not simply dwell in. Trust Him. He knows me better than I know myself.
After all, it is...
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes
And leap…
I’m through accepting limits
‘Cause someone says they’re so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try I’ll never know.
This movement encourages us to think of one word that will be the catalyst for our goals, dreams, and pretty much everything that we do this year. I have my list of resolutions made out yet I kept feeling somewhat irritated {discouraged, maybe?} that I had to look at it everyday or else I would forget every exact goal written down. No biggie. I've dealt with it and plastered it somewhere I know I will see it every morning so that there is no excuse for shortcomings.
Anyway...back to OLW. I am very excited about this. One word to remember. That is all. One word to burn into my brain and heart that will be my constant companion throughout the day, wherever I am, whatever I am doing that will help me stay on track and do the things that matter the most.
This is possibly the hardest thing I have had to do today: to choose such a pivotal word among thousands that race through my mind yet don't feel just right. Have I mentioned that being a perfectionist has to be the hardest thing about being me and should be considered a complete character flaw instead of a effective character trait?
I digress.
The word that spoke to me, {no, yelled at me} was patience.
I really, honestly, genuinely, ardently want to be a literally patient person...with my beautiful 2 year-old, with my darling husband, with family, friends, everyone I know, with God....but especially with myself.
As I prepare to hold in my arms another of Heavenly Father's choice children, I am constantly caught in an inner turmoil; a grapple where my self-confidence in raising another child and still do the things I have to do and love to do, seems to dwindle and thoughts of incompetence plague my heart.
So, my one little word I hope will remind me to:
be patient with my shortcomings. I am not perfect and never will be in this mortal life. It is ok if I don't prepare a stellar dinner every night that looks like it was made by Rachael Ray. It is ok if I didn't get to reading the full 2 chapters of scripture study for the day. I can only try my best each day. Tomorrow is just another chance to make up for today's shortcomings.
be patient with progress. goals aren't accomplished overnight. It will take months to get my pre-baby body back; it will take weeks to get used to juggling a toddler and a newborn; it will take days of not leaving a messy house before I figure out how to have happy babies, clean home, and a happy me.
be patient with those around me. God loves them, flaws and all...I am no one to judge them or think my way is better.
be patient with God's timing and plan. He knows why things happen the way they do, when they do, or when they will. There is no point in wishing for a different phase of life, a different city to live in, a bigger and newer house to call our own and not simply dwell in. Trust Him. He knows me better than I know myself.
After all, it is...
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes
And leap…
I’m through accepting limits
‘Cause someone says they’re so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try I’ll never know.
Be patient, Keep trying, and Take leaps. Lots of them.
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