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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The people of <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/after-the-tornado-in-joplin-missouri-kills-117-residents-brace-for-further-storms-damage/2011/05/24/AFh6hiAH_story.html">Joplin, Mo.</a> need our prayers and assistance. If you find it in your heart to donate please e-mail me and I will get you in contact with a local friend who is assisting in a relief fund. If you can't donate, please PRAY, PRAY, PRAY!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was asked today about my positive attitude and if life was REALLY that good (something like that- can't remember exact words). I gave an answer at that moment... but thought about it some more after... and thought, and thought... my answer after all the thinking?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Life really isn't that bad! </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it perfect? <em>Uhm, no, far from it.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do I have bad days, moments... <em>more than I care to admit.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still have my moments when my disability<em><strong> still hurts</strong></em>-<strong> emotionally</strong>... and yes, even<strong> physically</strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still have my moments when my job is <strong><em>TOUGH</em></strong> - an incident happended a few weeks ago that I only shared with Michael, my birth board, a few teachers at work and one administrator. It hurt- but it showed me my strength- strength I didn't have before. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still have my moments when <strong>I am not such a great mommy</strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still have my moments when <strong>I am not a great wife.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still have my moments when<strong> I am not a great daughter, sister, aunt, sister-in-law, friend... etc. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">I still have my moments when I tell God... <strong><em>"you know dude- THAT hurt my feelings, why did you let that happen to me?"</em></strong> Seriously - He understands... I may think about using the dude part again though... just sayin'...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still <em>hurt, cry, yell, scream</em>... but in the end I remind myself-<strong> life is NOT that bad</strong>. <em><strong>Really</strong></em>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wasted a huge part of my life feeling sorry for myself. Dwelling on all the things I couldn't do. I needed to just get over it. And I made the decision to do just that. I got over it. And now, yes, life IS that good. And I am blessed beyond belief. It was all in my attitude. </div><br />
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</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Love</em></strong> is my baby girl introducing me to her class proudly as ... her mommy that has one leg that doesn't work right... <em>with love.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ACW_0u4VSDy51CpyWr6ROlRoXv-JV8w3fmGNzhYQ7s4Tt6Dtjb1QrkeMwrvm49_S1RZT7UgvWTMaicvmWGQ4ccL0-VYTiuCtuVDKYfhsfMWCY7XcEqUOLY8jcBM0Jiq1Wik-5JdPnmM/s1600/IMG_7520.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ACW_0u4VSDy51CpyWr6ROlRoXv-JV8w3fmGNzhYQ7s4Tt6Dtjb1QrkeMwrvm49_S1RZT7UgvWTMaicvmWGQ4ccL0-VYTiuCtuVDKYfhsfMWCY7XcEqUOLY8jcBM0Jiq1Wik-5JdPnmM/s400/IMG_7520.JPG" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Love</em></strong> is the pride I felt watching my baby walk down the auditorium aisle for her graduation... yes kinder... but still proud nonetheless... <em>I love her.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Love</em></strong> is listening to her happiness as she proudly yells, "goodbye kindergarten HELLO 1st grade"... <em>I loved that.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Love</em></strong> is watching her with her<em> friends</em>... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Love</em></strong> is appreciating<strong> every single person</strong> that helped shape her this past year... <em>with love</em>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Thank you Lord for blessing me with this feeling</strong>... <strong><em>Love. </em></strong></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Flip...</strong></em> your blouse tears.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are on your way to have a great evening with the family... then...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Flip...</em></strong> you are involved in a hit and run car accident.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You just got a great promotion at work... then...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Flip...</em></strong> a family member is diagnosed with cancer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are having a great family vacation... then...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Flip</em>...</strong> you suffer a major injury.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are an amazing athlete... then...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Flip...</em></strong> you are involved in an accident that leaves you paralyzed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You just found out you were pregnant... then...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Flip...</em></strong> you miscarry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is perfect... then...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Flip...</em></strong> now it's not.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you ready for the flips? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">How will you land? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Flat on your face? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will you fall to your knees? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will your faith stay strong?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Will your faith grow? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will your faith be lost?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you prepared to<strong><em> flip</em></strong>? It is not a question of<strong> WILL you</strong> flip... but <strong>when...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Be ready. Build your faith. Know <strong><em>He is still there</em></strong>... He is there <strong><em>in the midst of your flip</em></strong>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He wants you to focus on what<strong> He is doing</strong> in your life in the midst of all the flips... He wants you to trust in Him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Can you?</em></strong> <em><strong>Will you? </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>We often wonder why God allows bad things to happen to good people. We question Him. Some tell try to instill in our minds negative thoughts. They tell us if our God was so powerful He would not have "allowed" the bad things to occur. You see, God sees the bad things that happen - He knows they are going to happen way before they actually happen- they are all part of "our" story. The story that He wrote. They happen to us to shape us to who we need to be. Who He needs us to be. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Job 1:21</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>The LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.</em></strong></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">About two years ago we (Michael and I) decided to try to have another baby. We had our concerns such as...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But we also felt the <em>desire</em> to have another... a boy- <em>maybe</em>? But a little sister for Jayda would be great too... Jayda wanted a baby too... <strong>But...</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Money? (was slightly on our mind- <em>slightly</em>)</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Sigh* We went back and forth...<em> yes... no</em>...<em> maybe</em>... <em>no, yes</em>... <strong>ugh</strong>, maybe we shouldn't because you know... the <em><strong>money</strong></em> thing... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok... here is the deal... let's leave it up to God... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"God, we are going to try... but you decide...ok?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> "OK..." (He didn't really say OK... but yeah, you get the picture). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sooo, I go for my yearly check up... the fun one that makes you absolutely <strike>hate</strike> uhm, I mean, <strong>LOVE</strong> being a woman and have the privilege to bring a miracle into the world... yeah, <strong>that</strong> visit. And to make it even more enjoyable,<em><strong> they weigh you</strong></em>. I won't enlighten you with numbers, but let's just say - I weighed more than I weighed when I was 9 months pregnant with Jayda. <em>Uhm, yeah</em>. And I wish I could say I was one of those blessed pregnant girls that only gained the amount that the baby weighed... yeah, maybe Jayda's weight at the age of 5. Anyhoo...so I don't think I need to REALLY tell you what the doctor told me... do I?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah... something about<em> <strong>losingweight.1200caloriediet.workout</strong></em>... it was all such a blur... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>so yeah... </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went to workout out with Leah Wells <strong>that very same day</strong>... <strong><em>seriously</em></strong>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All to have another baby...<em> IF God wanted us too</em>... (can't leave that out- it's important... really).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So that was the plan... I had a year to lose the weight- then we'd try to get pregnant... in that order. (I was sure God would say yes... really).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, a year later (I do have a point- promise)... I lost some of the weight... enough in my opinion to try... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>We tried.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>God said no.</em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Surprisingly... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I was <strong>OK</strong> with that.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, what now God? Is this it? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>"HA, HA, HA... is this it? Of course THIS is not it."</em> God replied (no, really, He did). </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He went on to say...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>Don't you feel your confidence? Don't you feel stronger? Aren't you liking your results? Don't you feel like YOU can do things now? You CAN... you CAN... you.. you - meaning ME?? </em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>I can. </em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You see, God knew that the only way He would get me to commit to the weight loss was the idea of possibly having another baby. And <strong>He knew that I needed to lose the weight to gain my confidence. And I needed my confidence to do what He needed me to do</strong>. So, He went with that. I lost the weight... but He had a better plan. A plan for me to get <strong><em>physically stronger, mentally stronger, become confident, feel so good about myself, accept my disablity, follow dreams, accomplish goals... </em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He found a way to show me that I was <strong><em>worth so much</em></strong>. <strong>He knew it</strong>... but <strong><em>He needed me to know it</em></strong>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I found <strong><em>my value</em></strong>, I showed my daughter things that her mommy <em><strong>could do</strong></em> instead of<strong><em> focusing on what mommy couldn't do... </em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><u>I found me. </u></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong> That was His plan all along.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, ok, He was done... right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Uh, NO! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>He has been speaking to me.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He wants me to follow <strong>His plan</strong>. I had so many questions for Him the other day and I found myself with some down time, <strong>on my own</strong>, so I opened up my bible and was led to to the following scriptures:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Luke 1:45</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><strong>Blessed is she that believed, for there shall be fulfillment of the things which have been spoken.</strong></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OK, God... I believe... but what... what do I do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So He then led me to:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Luke 1:79</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>To shine upon them that sit in darkness and the shadow of death; to guide our feet into the way of peace. </em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OK, you want me to help others, others who are hurt, suffering... disabilites, illnesses, perhaps? But how Lord? <strong>How?</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Revelation 1:19</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>WRITE</strong>... <em><strong>write therefore the things which thou sewest and the things which are and the things which shall come to pass hereafter. </strong></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, Lord... I have VERY limited knowledge on YOUR words... I am knew to scripture... How can I really do this and be successful? Where do I start? Who can guide me? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I closed my bible at this point... not sure on what was next.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>"Use what you've been given." </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>Serve the Lord with what YOU can do.</em></strong> And if you are not sure what it is exactly that YOU can do... just start with something... <strong><em>experiment. </em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And this is where my committment to our Lord begins... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>With my God</strong>... <em><strong>I can do all things</strong></em>... <strong>with my God</strong>...<em><strong> I will do what He wants me to do</strong></em>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>I'm on a journey... and I am ready.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Celebrating Mother's Day this past Sunday got me to thinking of my role as a mommy... Jayda's Mommy... and the thought of the 3 women before me who are my role models... leaving a legacy for all to see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">What can I say? She is my life. I adore her. Her happiness & and her success is important to me. I can't thank the Lord enough for allowing me to be <strong>Jayda's Mommy</strong>... <strong><em>Jayda's Mommy</em></strong>... I love it... it defines me. Before you tell me that it shouldn't be the <em>only </em>defining role in life - <em>it isn't.</em>.. it has helped me find myself. It has led me to <em><strong>love me</strong></em> as well. It has gotten me to be <strong>the best I could be for <em>myself</em></strong> and to become <em>a better mommy</em>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She saved me. </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">While I want to get her the best in life, make sure she gets <em><strong>all </strong></em>she <strong><em>needs</em></strong>, a <strong><em>few of her wants</em></strong>... what scares me the most is... <strong><em>will I raise her to know Him</em></strong>? He who allowed me to <strong><em>borrow</em></strong> her... He who <strong><em>loves her</em></strong> <strong>MORE</strong> than I do. Am I doing right by Him with her? All I can do is pray for His continued guidance. I know He has <strong>BIG</strong> plans for this sweet little girl with a <strong>BIG</strong> heart... I can't wait to see what <em>her story</em> is. It is going to be a <strong>good one</strong>. I just know it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For now, she knows she is beautiful... on the outside, but I have truly emphasized to her <i>the beauty she holds <b>within</b></i>. <strong>THAT </strong>makes her my <strong>pageant queen</strong>... <i><strong>her beauty within</strong>. <br />
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Listen to song -<em><strong> Everything to Me</strong></em>- <a href="http://youtu.be/CTr1TiPNdWw">HERE</a>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I knew the stories. Christmas time was about <em>His birth</em> and Easter was about <em>His resurection</em>. They were neat stories... I believed them. I knew He, <em>without a doubt</em>, <strong>existed</strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I prayed, <em>sometimes</em>, OK, so it was "Our Father" during an occassional church service.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I DID talk to Him though... OK, OK...<em> I yelled at Him</em> when things <em>felt</em> <em>wrong</em>, when things <em>went wrong.</em> But when things were going <strong><em>MY way</em></strong>... He never had a place in my thoughts.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em>Really. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Wow</em></strong>. I just typed that out and <strong>admitted it</strong>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> And that lasted for quite a long time. In fact, I can honestly say<em> it wasn't until recently</em> that I truly started <strong><em>talking to him</em></strong>. Like, <strong>real,</strong> <em>one on one converstations</em>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em> It wasn't until recently</em> that I started <em><strong>listening to Him</strong></em>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em> It wasn't until recently</em> that I knew <strong><em>He had BIG plans for me</em></strong>... LIKE<strong> REAL big plans</strong>... I am talking about <strong>"wow, Lord, really, you think *I* can do that?" type of</strong> <strong>plans.</strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>It wasn't until recently</em> that<strong> I realized</strong> I was <strong>meant to have cancer</strong>, <strong>I was meant</strong> to <strong><em>walk with a limp</em></strong>, I <strong>was meant</strong> to be <em><strong>Jayda's mommy</strong></em>, <strong>I was meant</strong> to <strong><em>be a teacher</em></strong>...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But,<em> it wasn't until today</em> that <strong>I realized EXACTLY what HE did for me</strong>... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>it wasn't until today</em> that <em><strong>I realized the pain, the hurt, the discomfort, the ridicule, the anguish</strong></em> that <strong>He went through for ME</strong>... <strong><em>yes, ME</em></strong>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>It wasn't until today</em>, that<em><strong> I realized that He is everything to Me</strong></em>... because <strong><em>I am everything to Him...</em></strong> and, yes, <em>REALLY</em>, <strong>He KNOWS</strong> <em>I can</em> do what <strong><em>He has been talking to me about</em></strong> these past couple of months. <strong>He knows</strong><em> I can</em>, and when I get startled, scared, or nervous... <em>He will be right there</em>... He will remind me that I can do it... because HE already saw the end result... He knows what I am capable of. Thank you Lord, thank you. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Easter was wonderful today. <br />
We first went to church and got to see a very touching drama on the Crucifixion... very powerful. <br />
Then we went and spent some time with My brother Jaime and sister-in-law Jessica... where we ate a lot!! Everything was so good! I am extremely blessed to have an amazing family. After that celebration we went over to see my grandparents. It was a quick visit, but I am glad I got to see them and wish them a Happy Easter. My grandma is one of the women in my life that I look up to. She is loving, giving and so, so strong! I love both of them very much... and I thank them for being in my life and teaching me what true, unconditional love is. <br />
Here I am with them... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I told Juan to take a break from studying... in high school that is.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Jazmine spent her lunch period with me.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sam and Benny helped me with something.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Benny realized just how well I knew him.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Yoli got "shhhhsed" during lunch.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I read Ale's facebook status during school... or I should say, status(es).</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>We laughed the entire lunch period.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I hurt with them.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I did what I could for them.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I cried with them.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I celebrated with them.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>They hurt for <strong>ME.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>They came to my defense.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">There had to be a last time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>I called them <span style="font-size: large;">MY</span> seniors.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why did there have to be a last time?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>So we could begin <u>our next time's</u>...</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love you guys! And for all the times I've helped you all... you all helped me in return. Thank you for the memories. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My mother taught me...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">The importance of persistence. Through her persistence, my cancer was found and I was healed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My mother taught me...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">The importance of faith. Through her faith she accepted God's plan for our journey in life. And because of her faith, my faith grew.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My mother taught me...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The importance</strong> of strength. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The importance</strong> of forgiveness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The importance</strong> of loving unconditionally.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The importance</strong> of strength during heart-ache.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The importance</strong> of family and family values.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The importance</strong> of rules - because nothing good is happening after midnight- so be home!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The importance</strong> of being honest... <em>nothing </em>ever gets by her-- <strong>EVER.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My mother taught me</strong> <em>how to</em>...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>love</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>cherish</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>pray</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>believe</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>endure</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>persist</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>forgive</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>honor</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>respect</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>value</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, most importantly,<strong> my mother taught me</strong>...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">how to be a mother.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Thank you</em></strong> mom for being <strong>my prayer warrior</strong> through it all...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the battle with cancer.</div><div style="text-align: center;">the battle with living with a disability.</div><div style="text-align: center;">the tears, the heartache, the fears, the joys, the successes, my marriage, and</div><div style="text-align: center;">my journey as a mommy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Thank you</em></strong> for the unconditional love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Thank you</em></strong> for the forgiveness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Thank you</em></strong> for the support.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Thank you</em></strong> for the guidance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Thank you</em></strong> for being my best friend through the times that I felt all alone. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Simply,</em> <strong><em>Thank You</em></strong> Mom, for <strong>EVERYTHING. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are truly my angel sent from heaven. God knew what He was doing when he paired us up- he knew your strength. He knew we needed each other.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em><strong>He just knew.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All I am, I owe to YOU. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Loving you<em> always & forever. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday Mom!! </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Myra~</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is the excerpt from the book that truly spoke to me… or rather… here is the message that God spoke to me… </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Attitude is everything when it comes to limitations, and the way you view yourself will acutley shape how others view you. Nothing is more impressinve than a person who is secure in the unique way God made her</em>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here Beth Moore speaks about a man she met who produced ove a hundred biblical video series and traveled ALL over- up Mount of Olives and down the streets of Old Jerusalem and across a boat ramp to Greece, Turkey… <strong>all from his wheelchair</strong>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She says “his mind and vision went as far and wide as they did because his body was trapped in that chair. His disability was <em>his freedom</em>…. His wheelchair took him somewhere the strongest legs never could have carried him."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>God can bring freedom and vision to your life because of those limitations that you would have never discovered without them. You can let your limitations make you either insecure or unstoppable. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm hoping to accomplish BIG things... If it is His will... they WILL happen! </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to the party!! <br />
This is my blog Dancing with Cinderella. Here I share all about me and my family-- mainly about the journey I am on as being Jayda's Mommy. Jayda is my 5 year old daughter who is my world! Look around! I hope you like it... </div><br />
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<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z9dyyu.jpg" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-75957878409503747682011-03-31T19:58:00.001-05:002011-03-31T19:59:59.768-05:00Jayda & The Beauty Within Our Hearts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoE4ybAN0gn4odi6CVz3SfKSKAXhEKjHKI-E5L3PAAfuuPyQ6fYlGWTfS1vP22M-j7xkRJ0lC0QcLrBqmLJW1iG9Co0m3qsKDOa24QNPIu0sdZBf1BOhf6qKQ4IZaP5d2IjSNay7a3rA/s1600/num4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoE4ybAN0gn4odi6CVz3SfKSKAXhEKjHKI-E5L3PAAfuuPyQ6fYlGWTfS1vP22M-j7xkRJ0lC0QcLrBqmLJW1iG9Co0m3qsKDOa24QNPIu0sdZBf1BOhf6qKQ4IZaP5d2IjSNay7a3rA/s400/num4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That is what our kids are.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That is what Jayda is for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am glad that through the journey that I began 2 years ago I have been able to become a better mommy-<strong> not perfect</strong>, but<strong><em> better</em></strong>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And it has been a result of</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <strong><em>my faith</em></strong> <strong><em>increasing</em></strong>,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em> my self-confidence increasing</em></strong>, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>my self-worth being discovered</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I have become the mother <strong><em>I've wanted my daughter to have</em></strong>... </div><div style="text-align: center;">the mother that my child <strong><em>deserved</em></strong>, </div><div style="text-align: center;">one that she can look at and <strong><em>be proud of.</em></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">One that can show her that <strong><em>nothing is impossible</em></strong>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">One that can help her find the<strong><em> beauty within her heart.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">And although <strong>rough patches</strong> in our future are <strong><em>certainly guaranteed</em></strong>... </div><div style="text-align: center;">I know through<strong> faith</strong>... </div><div style="text-align: center;">and through our <strong>hearts</strong>... </div><div style="text-align: center;">and our<strong> God</strong>... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>we will be ok</em></strong>... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will <strong>WE</strong> fall? <strong><em>Definitely.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Will <strong>SHE</strong> fall? <strong><em>Most certainly.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> But, the job of a parent is <strong>not</strong> to make sure our kids <strong><em>don't fall</em></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">or to expect that they <strong><em>never fall or fail us</em></strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> It is to make sure that we gave them <strong><em>the purpose</em></strong> and <strong><em>the ability</em></strong> to <strong>get back up</strong> and keep moving forward.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>That is ALL we can do. </em></strong></div><strong><br />
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<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z9dyyu.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-33824319534281085972011-03-24T21:53:00.000-05:002011-03-24T21:53:18.455-05:00Bungee Cords<div style="text-align: center;">You take the risk... it looks fun... a leap of FAITH... why not? It'll be alright... you take the leap, the jump... you go for it... after all... the cord is there... the bungee cord will hold you... it makes you feel secure... it will keep you from falling flat on the ground... it will hold you up. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That is how a bungee cord works. They can secure just about anything. It can withstand a lot of pulling of force. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has a strong looking exterior. It is strong. It will HOLD you. It will NOT let you fall. It allows you to take risks...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael, he hold me up always. Never thinks my crazy ideas are out of reach... always encourages me... always fights for me, defends me... motivates me... and my biggest fan. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are what I like to refer to as the reinforcements. I love them so... and I know they will always be there to keep me from ever completely falling head first.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am so blessed to have <em>my life story</em> originate from such strong and wonderful women. I can only pray that I can be to Jayda what they have been to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I recently read<em> The Five People You Meet in Heaven</em> by Mitch Albom and it made me realize how many questions I will have for my great-grandma when I get to see her again. I had a special bond with her when I was younger, she was a huge part of my life at a very young age, sadly she passed when I still a young age... and I didn't physically have her around as a teen or an adult... but I know she's been around in other ways. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know, without a doubt, she and Jayda have a very special connection. I know they <em>"know"</em> each other. I believe in my heart that she held Jayda before I ever did. Since Jayda was a very <em>"planned"</em> baby (IUI)- I know exactly when she was conceived-- Mami Jesusita's birthday- November 7. It was through a procedure that usually isn't successful until the 3rd attempt... we got pregnant on <strong><em>our first attempt.</em></strong> Coincidence? I think not. Jayda also has shared strong desires to visit her grave. She has this connection. Too strong of a connection to not believe that they know each other. And I can't wait to see my great-grandma and hear all about it when that time comes. It is a true blessing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, we all have great stories to tell... and yes, they have all started out from our mother's... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>wonderful, God fearing women!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It took me a long time to realize that I wasn't alone. I mean, I always knew I had my mom and dad, Michael... my entire family, but yet many times weakness would hit, the "this is too hard" mentality would take over. The "I can't do it" syndrome would strike, and believe me, it would knock me down hard. Then, through many trials, many tears, many frusterations... I realized... I am not alone... I am never alone...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He, my God...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> is with me... </div><div style="text-align: center;">He holds my hand...</div><div style="text-align: center;">always... </div><div style="text-align: center;">and He<em><strong> helps me</strong></em>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I teach my class... <strong><em>He helps me</em></strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I raise my daughter... <em><strong>He helps me.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I strive to be a good wife... <em><strong>He helps me</strong></em>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I strive to be a good daughter, sister, niece, aunt and friend...<em><strong> He helps me.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I work towards goals...<em><strong> He helps me.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I completed my first half-marathon... <em><strong>He helped me.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I lift more weight I ever thought possible...<em><strong> He helps me.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I continue to reach for what many think as<em><strong> impossible</strong></em>...<em><strong> He will help me</strong></em>... when I get weak and grow tired... <em><strong>He will help me</strong></em>...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He will<strong><em> always help me</em></strong>... because <em><strong>I am worth it</strong></em> to Him... and His greatest desire is for me to <em><strong>be worth it to myself</strong></em>... We are all worth it. So need to be scared...<br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-75631046103010545742011-03-09T12:00:00.000-06:002011-03-09T12:00:38.656-06:00She Spoke The Truth<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I really have nothing to add to what I am quoting below... just read it and learn. This is truth... not religion... just <em><span style="color: purple;">good, old-fashioned, Jesus lovin' </span></em><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple;">truth</span>.</span> </strong></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/8994/love-never-fails/">Love Never Fails</a></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/">Big Mama</a></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I am sick and tired of watching Christians eat their own. And what I mean by that is all the attacking and the back-biting and the endless arguments over what Jesus said and how he said it and who is right and who is wrong. I will never claim to be a great theologian, largely because I am not a great theologian, but I believe in a God who loves mercy and grace. I believe in a God that tells us that without love we are just clanging cymbals.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>And I believe when we spend so much time dissecting the Word of God merely to argue with others over who is the most right, it makes God sad. I think it makes Him shake His holy head and wonder how we are missing the entire point of Christianity while we eat lunch and go to work and shop the sales at Gap with people all around us who don’t know Him. But instead of showing them who He is, they see us fight and argue and judge each other instead of extending grace and understanding and mercy.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Don’t get me wrong, I believe we are called to examine God’s word and to know it. We are called to be able to give an answer for what we believe and why we believe it. But when we use that knowledge to belittle others or condemn them? OH NO MA’AM.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>“For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. But if anyone does not have them, he is nearsighted and blind, and has forgotten that he has been cleansed from his past sins.” 2 Peter 1:5-9</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I think Satan (oh yes, I just dropped in a Satan like I’m the church lady) loves when we get so distracted by all these small debates that cause us to become so inwardly focused that we forget about the world around us that is hurting, hopeless and lost. A world that is desperate for something that looks different. Something that offers a hope and a future that’s different from the wreckage of the past and present.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I have lived a large chunk of my thirty-nine years in rebellion against God. I’ve ignored His word, run from His love, and tried my best to screw up my life with a lot of wrong decisions. I’ve also spent many years devoted to Him to the point of becoming legalistic and judgmental and losing the joy of my salvation because I’ve been so worried about the rules. I’ve looked at a lot of specks in other people’s eyes while ignoring the big old plank in my own.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>But somewhere over the last several years, I’ve begun to realize that my small mind can’t comprehend the love and mercy of God. He is not a one size fits all Creator. He is the God of the Universe and He has made us all uniquely different and equipped each of us with gifts and abilities to fulfill plans He has for us. Why would we assume that our walks with Him or even our understanding of Him would look the same? As it says in Isaiah 40:13 “Who has understood the mind of the Lord, or instructed him as his counselor?”</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>My walk with Christ is as uniquely mine as my personality. I’ve spent a lot of time believing I should be more like this Bible teacher or more emotional like this person or hear from God in a certain way or adopt a child from Africa or sell all my earthly possessions, but He’s made me to be me. And He’s made you to be you. If God was only after one type of relationship with one type of person, it probably would have been a whole lot easier for Him to just create one person and be done with it. I speak from experience. I only have one child and it’s easy to know her because she’s the only one I have.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>But I know from watching my friends with multiple children that they have unique relationships with each of those kids based on their personalities and their gifts. They talk to their kids differently and show them how they love them in ways that speak to that child.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I believe God is the same way.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>And I believe it’s ignorant when we start to think that our understanding of Him is the only way and there’s no room for growth. I don’t believe any of us will get to heaven and receive a trophy or a plaque with “YOU WERE THE MOST RIGHT” engraved on it. Throughout my life, He has been my Redeemer, Protector, Provision, Salvation, Lover, and Friend. He has caused conviction where I am in the wrong and He has loved me lavishly and extravagantly where I am just His child in need of grace and mercy.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I am not a Biblical scholar. I can’t tell you all the Greek and Hebrew translations in the Bible. In fact, I just bought a fancy Bible a few weeks ago with the Greek and Hebrew translations and I’m sure it will be great as soon as I learn how to use the dadgum thing. I’ll keep you posted.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>But here’s what I do know. I do not want to serve a God who fits into my limited understanding. I don’t want to serve a God who can be completely explained in the human realm. I want a God that is so much bigger than me that I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to know Him more, love Him more, and serve Him better.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I believe in a God that removes my sins as far as the east is from the west because that’s a distance my mind can’t comprehend. I’m doing Beth Moore’s study of Revelation and she talks about when John has his vision and sees the throne room of God. He describes so many incredible, unbelievable things, but he never describes God. Most likely because God defies description.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>To me, that’s the God who is worth my devotion. That’s a God I want to share with a lost world instead of reducing him to what my limited human perspective can understand.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>It makes me think of a passage I read to Caroline last night in Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis where Lucy sees Aslan after a long time apart and exclaims, “Aslan! You’re bigger.”</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>“That is because you are older, little one, ” answered he.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>“Not because you are?”</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>“I am not. But every year you grow you will find me bigger.”</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I pray that every year I grow I will find Him bigger.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.” I Corinthians 13: 1-3</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>........................</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have working legs- <em><strong>use them.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;">Many would<strong> love</strong> to have them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have working arms- <strong><em>strengthen them.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some don't have the ability to simply feed themselves.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have both-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>seriously </strong></em>- <strong>get off your behind</strong>... and<em><strong> just do it.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dig deep for the <em><strong>desire</strong></em>, the <strong><em>energy</em></strong>, the<em><strong> want</strong></em>, the <em><strong>need </strong></em>and most importantly - the <em><strong>self-worth</strong></em>. <strong>YOU</strong> are worth it. Don't sell yourself short.<strong><em> Ever.</em></strong></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Living in Holland,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've learned that obstacles are only things that will <em><strong>delay</strong></em>, but<strong><em> not prevent</em></strong> a goal. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I've learned that sometimes you need to work a little harder to prove to people that, you <strong><em>can</em></strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've learned ignorance<em><strong> does</strong></em> exist.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've learned that many would<strong><em> not</em></strong> survive one day living in my shoes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've learned that things <strong><em>could be worse</em></strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've learned that<strong><em> I am stronger</em></strong> than I ever thought I was. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Most importantly, I've learned, that<strong><em> NOBODY</em></strong> can<em><strong> EVER</strong></em> tell me that<em><strong> I CAN'T</strong></em> visit<em><strong> Italy</strong></em> whenever </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">the heck I please. </span></strong></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> You see, Holland provides its residents with determination and yes, even <em><strong>stubborness</strong></em>. Ever heard of Helen Keller? Yeah, stubborness... ;-)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">So, I HAD signed up for the 5K... you know, start slow... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uhm, so, yeah... I don't work that way...if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this... so, forget the 5K... I'm doing the half marathon. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, PRAY for me!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As Jillian Michaels says, <i>Unless You Puke, Faint or Die, Keep Going!</i><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, here I go...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No excuses, just results. </div><br />
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<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z9dyyu.jpg" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-68924753216026149552011-02-18T21:05:00.001-06:002011-02-18T23:30:47.714-06:00Broken<div style="text-align: center;">This week brought forth many challenges, but along with the challenges the Lord blessed me with a huge breakthrough. A lesson in letting go that relieved me of so much. It felt so good… so redeeming… so honest. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was reminded of a post Angie Smith (Bring the Rain) wrote soon after the death of her daughter <a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/01/beginning-of-story.html"><strong>Audrey</strong></a>. If you don’t know Angie…<a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"> <strong><span style="font-size: large;">GO MEET HER HERE</span></strong></a>. She is an amazing woman of God. She is beautiful, funny, brilliant and a great writer. I want to be HER when I grow up ;-). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The following is a "borrowed" post from Angie that can be read in its entirety<strong><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></strong><a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-and-pitcher.html"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">here</span></strong></a>. I was reminded of this post because I feel it really describes the point of my life that I am fighting my way out of at the moment… being broken… but putting myself back together again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Rebuilding my life <em>one piece at a time</em>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Angie’s post is titled "The Past and the Pitcher" and it discusses how Angie decided she would follow some advice she had read in a book about grieving the loss of a child. A therapist encourages those grieving to take something and break it. At first, Angie thought the idea was ridiculous but then the Lord began to speak to her heart that breaking something was exactly what she should do. So, she went to her cabinets, pulled out a perfectly good pitcher, walked outside onto her front porch, threw it on the ground and watched it shatter into pieces...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And after several hot glue gun burns on her bloody hands… <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMudtQtZXJVZguOWRTRpz3tF5TEtV2kZ_BLWuO7PjwpOoT9U9vt9jgtW3H5RVFgu4btHizI0UoGSPuUbKZjHWMvrG86XfuAd1MUwIwv8auvgRPgr7GfANR_6OmhLWiUdwJRdW-hJsTOV8/s1600/put+back.bmp" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMudtQtZXJVZguOWRTRpz3tF5TEtV2kZ_BLWuO7PjwpOoT9U9vt9jgtW3H5RVFgu4btHizI0UoGSPuUbKZjHWMvrG86XfuAd1MUwIwv8auvgRPgr7GfANR_6OmhLWiUdwJRdW-hJsTOV8/s400/put+back.bmp" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Photo from<a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"> Angie Smith</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then she wrote these<em> life changing</em> words on her blog:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;">And as I worked, He let me think about my past. Mistakes that I have long regretted. I began to realize that this pitcher was my life, and every piece was part of a story that He had chosen to put together. I started crying, and remembering things I thought I had forgotten. It took a long time to finish, but it was time well spent. Every nook and cranny whispered to me, until at last it stood in all its imperfection. </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;">You are mended. You are filled with my Spirit, and I am asking you to pour yourself out.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;">The image of my life as a broken pitcher was beautiful to me, but at the same time, it was hard to look at all of the cracks.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;">I ran my fingers along them and told Him I wish it had been different. How I wished I had always loved Him, always obeyed Him, always sought Him the way I should. I was mad at the imperfections, years wasted, gaping holes where it should be smooth.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;">But God, my ever-gracious God, was gentle and yet convicting as He explained.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: black; font-size: large;">My dearest Angie. How do you think the world has seen me? If it wasn't for the cracks, I couldn't seep out the way I do. I chose the pitcher. I chose you, just as you are.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>---</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wow! It is not <em>bad</em> to be broken. We will <em>all </em>break… some of us<em> more often</em> than others… but the true test of faith is… can we glue ourselves <em>back together again</em>? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being broken doesn’t mean you are now worthless… it doesn’t mean it is time to give up… it simply means it is time to <em>trust in Him</em> who can give us the hot glue to put the pieces <em>back together again</em>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We need to stop looking at the broken pitcher, the broken heart, the broken life...and seeing all that is wrong and useless… we focus too much on the brokenness of our life instead of the blessing that can be found in the cracks. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have lived my life seeing the pity in people’s eyes when they see me walk. I have been told, “God still loves you.” I nod to be polite, but what I really want to say is, <em>of course He does</em>. Why wouldn’t He? Because I can’t walk “right”? It’s funny the way people’s minds think. I know they mean well, but still. I know I am blessed. Broken, but blessed. And I am to the point where I have realized that I need to share with <strong>EVERYONE</strong> that I am <em>ok. </em> I am VERY blessed. I am a<em> testimony </em>of His goodness and mercy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where are <em>you </em>today? Do you look at your life and just stare at the broken pieces? Do you hide your scars, your pain, your hurt - or do you allow God to use those cracked areas of your life to pour into you so that you can overflow into the lives of others? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Those cracks are what will allow people to see a true miracle; the miracle that the Lord has created in each of us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z9dyyu.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-51674738495882006042011-02-16T14:58:00.000-06:002011-02-16T14:58:58.641-06:00The Running Shoes<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhPzDwkeIayTh_a9XFDyuXyUg9J5OGOiDyl-pWeMkB1q9NL7lnidTxYlPn6guxSRW4eP3E06p_1pISBFHdMez6QpSeKvy-L6v1fMCA5SDV2apX5vJdf3Ejfa_fvDXH690676E9Qe5Bzk/s1600/nike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhPzDwkeIayTh_a9XFDyuXyUg9J5OGOiDyl-pWeMkB1q9NL7lnidTxYlPn6guxSRW4eP3E06p_1pISBFHdMez6QpSeKvy-L6v1fMCA5SDV2apX5vJdf3Ejfa_fvDXH690676E9Qe5Bzk/s400/nike.jpg" width="100" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had wanted to get myself a new pair of tennis shoes for a while now, but I’ve never been a <strong><em>tennis shoe type of girl</em></strong> so I always struggled to find a pair I truly liked. But, there is something about new workout attire that gives a person a sense of “<strong>power</strong>”… at least <strong>I</strong> think so.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Anyway</em>, back to the shoes… <em><strong>running shoes</strong>...</em> to be exact… that’s what the box did say. So, could it be? A true miracle in a orange shoe box with a <strong>“swoosh”</strong> across it… could they really get me to <strong>“Just Do It”</strong> and <strong>run</strong>…?!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Uhm, yeah, I think not. </strong> <em>And for the record</em>, <strong>no</strong>, I never did think they could. My run has been and always will be “<em><strong>broken</strong></em>”, as Jayda puts it, (<a href="http://dancingwithcinderella.blogspot.com/p/jayda-isms.html">Go HERE for more Jayda-isms</a>)…but it’s ok, because I’m running a marathon with Jesus one day- mark.my.word. I got the shoes because they were cute. For the first time I found tennis I really, really liked and I wanted them. PLUS… they were ON SALE! SCORE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soooo, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The real miracle? Yes, I did experience one… </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you ready for it...?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">When my card was swiped to pay – Visa didn’t decline it… yay, ME… and thank you Jesus </div><div style="text-align: center;">(kidding, kidding)! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">OK, no, seriously…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> my point is… </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got myself some really cute running shoes that really don’t make you run, but, yeah, anyway… I really, really like them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And they did make me realize that… </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buying a pair of running shoes will not be the miracle that instantly gives me the ability to run nor was I expecting that… <em>but</em>, I am<strong><em> blessed</em></strong> to have <strong>two</strong> feet to put them on, the <strong>ability</strong> to buy them (<em>kinda-sorta</em>)… and a <strong>really great</strong> sense of style<em><strong> if I do say so myself</strong></em>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But always...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Look closely in everything life hands to you – really, really look—see it… admire it… be thankful for it… because it’s there, a miracle… in everything -- be blessed always. </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z9dyyu.jpg" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-41698429172399275082011-02-11T16:00:00.000-06:002011-02-11T16:00:36.766-06:00The Bench Seat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIQu0xzCj3wAKRT7TvXXW5ey7Cvz-1-kOvPtc72VzRvVVPuDFELQgT_qAa1bsgZJM2NmplKjbHwgbYaNNg8AzuT-fTgmUvtxuWTduTIUF7uNKk1l4VdXYG2Lajao6-UJtC_MPvxMe_x8/s1600/imagesCA54LGBV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIQu0xzCj3wAKRT7TvXXW5ey7Cvz-1-kOvPtc72VzRvVVPuDFELQgT_qAa1bsgZJM2NmplKjbHwgbYaNNg8AzuT-fTgmUvtxuWTduTIUF7uNKk1l4VdXYG2Lajao6-UJtC_MPvxMe_x8/s400/imagesCA54LGBV.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was our love seat.<br />
He wanted his car to have a bench seat up front, not the now standard bucket seats. Why? Because he wanted me right by his side… <em>always</em>…. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">“We need to keep it this way forever”, we’d say to each other. <br />
We had every intention of always having a bench seat in every car we were to ever own…<em>always</em>….<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had the misconception that the moment we lost the desire to have the bench seat with me right by his side, we’d lose our love. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, the bench seat quickly faded away. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Times <em>did</em> get tough. Times <em>are</em> tough.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We struggle.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We argue.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We get on each other’s nerves.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We hurt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We cry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We fall.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, after the falls,<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We get back up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We laugh.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We share.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We dream.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We wipe each other’s tears.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We say “sorry”.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We hug.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He is my best friend, my strength, my love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">While life will always bring challenges, hurts, obstacles… it is easier to get through it all with a partner. Someone who holds your hand through it all… someone who will be right by your side when things get tough and someone who will be thankful with you when those tough times turn into blessings and someone who will laugh with you in the good times as well.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am so grateful Michael proposed to me 8 years ago. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, while we did lose the bench seat, <em>we never lost our love</em>. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We traded the bench seat in for a...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Car seat… <br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(silly child included)</span></em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And it has been totally worth it. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He has been a great husband and a wonderful father. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Seeing this… </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/?action=view&current=IMG_5089.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/IMG_5089.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Makes me love him the more than he will ever know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who knows… </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bench seats might be back in style when we are old…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But for now... bench seat or not... <br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: red;">I love him.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z9dyyu.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-29607707396895448692011-02-09T22:10:00.001-06:002011-02-09T22:12:15.694-06:00Me- According to Jayda<div style="text-align: center;">So, do you want to know more about me? Well, allow my 5 year old to share with you...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">According to Jayda...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fXwd88YqmxfmXQZpB1D01z-MDeWivv4LP_hwnJ3WRbTwGGUeGVilmyl-qVBl09fhHtaVP98d3Q6y6ap3uEi_bVvl5S8dFyVjLWh-kg_fylOB1gvqQ7uEPx41GSdVtbm9nci8KOmGYI8/s1600/IMAG0303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fXwd88YqmxfmXQZpB1D01z-MDeWivv4LP_hwnJ3WRbTwGGUeGVilmyl-qVBl09fhHtaVP98d3Q6y6ap3uEi_bVvl5S8dFyVjLWh-kg_fylOB1gvqQ7uEPx41GSdVtbm9nci8KOmGYI8/s400/IMAG0303.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. What's something I always say to you?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Clean your toy room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. What makes me happy?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me being good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. What makes me sad?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not behaving</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. How do I make you laugh?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tickling me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. What do you think I was like as a child?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me (meaning I was like her)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. How old am I?</div><div style="text-align: center;">50... uhm... you are 50? What are you? I know, 40... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. How tall am I?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uh, I dunno. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. What is my favorite thing to do?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Disney World!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. What do I do when you are not around?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cry... (LOL)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. What am I really good at?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shrugs shoulder... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">11. What am I not really good at?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Turning on the lights (????)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">12. What is my job?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Work at high school</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">13. What do I do at work?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Work with your students</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">14. What is my favorite food?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chips with salsa (Got this perfect)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">15. What makes you proud of me?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Clean my toy room for me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">16. What do you and I play together?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blessings</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">17. How are we the same?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Long hair</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">18. How are we different?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Long hair and short hair</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">19. If I were a cartoon character who would I be?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rapunzel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">20. How do you know I love you?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Berry much!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">21. Where is my favorite place?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Disney World!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">22. What is your favorite place to go with me?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Disney</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">23. What is my favorite TV show?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desperate Housewives</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">24. Would you like me to have another baby?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">25. What do you wish we had named you instead of Jayda?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kimberly</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">26. How do you know I love Daddy?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugs</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">27. What do you want to be when you grow up?</div><div style="text-align: center;">A doctor.</div><br />
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<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2z9dyyu.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer">www.jaydasmommy.com</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359263384302825493.post-63043353078507538202011-02-04T19:16:00.003-06:002011-02-04T19:59:31.134-06:00The Condition of My Heart<div style="text-align: center;">I have come a long way from October 2010 (<a href="http://dancingwithcinderella.blogspot.com/2010/12/enjoying-not-so-perfect-life-in-oh-so.html">BEFORE PICTURE</a>), and while I am loving the feeling of fitting into my clothes better, looking better, and having more energy, what I am loving the most is<em> the condition of my heart</em>. I have found a new me. I now have more confidence, more patience, more peace and a new outlook on life. I am trying to enjoy every moment and not let time be wasted. I am trying to share my faith more and lengthen my alone time with God. Share blessings with my daughter. I'm setting goals and reaching them. And best of all- <em><strong>I am letting things go</strong></em>- and it <em><strong>feels oh-so-good!</strong></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, while I think my outer confidence is showing pretty well...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/?action=view&current=IMAG0413.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/IMAG0413.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's this...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/?action=view&current=IMAG0420.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/IMAG0420.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(art work courtesy of Jayda Hough)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want people to notice the most! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of heart... take a look at what Jayda does during her spare time at home...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/?action=view&current=IMAG0423.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/IMAG0423.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">She's gonna be famous someday! Mark my word...</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Part of her jewelry collection...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Paper doll collection...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">All occasion cards (eat your heart out Hallmark)...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fashion...<br />
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"Creativity is intelligence having fun." <br />
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<center>This is confidence baby...</center><center> </center><center><a href="http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/?action=view&current=IMAG0199.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a106/myrahough/IMAG0199.jpg" /></a></center><center> </center><center>The condition of my heart is strong right now. Don't get me wrong it is still vulnerable, it still hurts at times, it can still be broken, but it is strong enough to handle what life throws its way. <strong><em> I'm strong enough. </em></strong><br />
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