After spending time being discouraged because of my faults and failures I decided today that I have to repent and then move on. I have to let go and trust that the Lord is going to forgive me for my failures and choose to start again. I think I must have felt that I needed to pay some sort of penance by dwelling on them...worrying about them...and beating myself up. The thought occurred to me today that doing this is not profitable anymore. All that does is keep me beaten down and in the same place. This doesn't allow me to grow. I learn and grow by making the mistake...repenting...and turning from my ways. Dwelling on it keeps it there in front of me and more often than not I tend to go right back to doing what I repented for. So...I am trying something different..."One Day at a Time Sweet Jesus". So TODAY I started over :o) TODAY I will take everything one step at a time...then before I go to bed I will thank the Lord for the victories won and repent for the battles lost...I will go to sleep and start again tomorrow.
I was sitting and thinking Sunday about Matt and Annie’s wedding. I was soooo happy for them. I thought to myself “well good…another one joins the good guy club”.
As I thought about it these words started coming to me:
I would like to raise my glass today to all the good guys. What do I mean you ask? Well, it takes a very special man to love the women in this family. Now before you get offended let me explain!! :D
It takes a very special man to understand, love; and even at times admire the unique breed that we are.
We are a strong, passionate, opinionated, loyal; and headstrong group of women. You know I’m right…why because I of course, am one of you :o) We are more than happy to admit that we are wrong and ask for forgiveness…when we really are. We fight with a passion; and love with that same or even a greater passion. If we are behind you…we are behind you 100%. No backing down; but unfortunately if we are against you…you better pray :o) The Lord is working on this in all of us I am sure. We believe what we believe and we will stand for it against the strongest of opposition.
Now the gentle side…we are loving and gentle. We are thankful, honored; and yes even proud to be wives, mothers, daughters, aunts, sisters; and grandmothers. We take our job seriously and will do our very best to do everything we can to make sure our family has what they need and want. We will stand by our men and defend them to anyone that deems them less than adequate. We don’t have many qualms when it comes to calling on the Lord in a time of need; but sometimes do have to struggle against self-sufficiency.
I could go on and on; but you get my point. It takes a strong, confident; and unique man to love and appreciate the women that we are. They are MANLY men. Not afraid to voice their opinion or authority when needed; but also willing to be a quiet and calming influence for each of us. They are confident in their leadership and not afraid to BE leaders.
You see I have one of these special good guys!! His name is Phillip Wyrick. He is my rock. My strength. My comfort and my joy. I know that you may think WOW he must be something special…well…HE IS!! He has loved me in the good and stayed true even in the bad. When I have been unfair and hurtful, he has forgiven. When I have not thought and said things I didn’t mean he has let the words roll of his back and not held a grudge. And on and on and on…
So, if you are one of these women I am talking about; or if you don’t actually share the same DNA but seem to have the same “specialness” as we do, would you join me today and take a moment to wrap your arms around your good guy? Let him know that you appreciate him loving you and standing by you…even in the midst of all your special quirks!!
One thing I have a hard time doing is focusing on ONE thing. What I mean is for example:
I decided that today I was going to wash, fold; and hang up EVERY single piece of laundry. I decided that I was going to focus solely on the stuff in the laundry baskets and the stuff I left on the couch. I started working and washing and then I walked into my closet…I have a few skirts that needed to be hung up in there as well…which turned into “hmm I really need to organize my closet”. This would not be a big deal except that if I allow myself to be distracted by one thing it just turns into another and then another…then I NEVER get anything done at all!!!! So…for today I am focusing on ONE project, then when I get finished with that one I will move onto the next one. Lord help me as I try to tame this wild brain of mine!! :o)
Thankful for the times I get to sing with my kids...and then the times I get to watch them "play" church :0) Thankful that the Lord slowly plants Himself in their hearts so when they are older and begin to seek for Him they find that He has been with them all along.
A while back our family had an experience that I felt like I wanted to share.
My youngest daughter a few weeks ago woke up one morning saying that her ear was hurting. When I checked there was dried blood around the inside of the ear. This needless to say freaked me out so I immediately called the doctor and made an appointment. We took her and they said that there was something in her ear; but were unable to get it out. They sent me hone with some drops to decrease the inflammation in her ear in hopes that whatever it was would just fall out. If not then more extensive measures would have to be taken. They asked me to make an appointment to come back in 3 days. I spent the next 3 days trying to figure out what in the world she had put in her ear. No telling!!
While all of this was going on my husband had to leave for Fire School. He is on the fire rescue team at the plant that he works at; and they have to go for training a couple times a year. All this was going on and I was so wishing he was at home.
Every night we prayed for Daddy to be safe and for Maya's ear...
Friday was the day...we got to the doctor and she looked in Maya's ear. She still saw the object in there; but she decided to do an ear wash before she tried anything else. An ear wash for those that don't know is a spray bottle with a tube attached. They insert the tube and squeeze water into her ear. This washes out whatever is in the ear. She started and low and behold it worked. She said that whatever it was...she still couldn't tell by looking at it...was gone!! Praise the LORD!!!
Well...I left the doctor and proceeded to call Phillip to tell him the news. He answered and then gave me some news that scared me to death...
He said "I'm okay!!" which to me meant prepare yourself...what I'm about to tell you is gonna be bad. I am driving down the road and he says I got a little burned today. I said WHAT!!!?? He told me that he was in a burning building (training exercise) and the fire was to hot. It was hotter than the regulations are for the suits they were wearing. He said that he could feel the fire burning his hands and the heat on his arms. He said when the air in his tank got hot he decided that it was time to get out. He told the guy behind him to take the lead and he got out. When he came out his helmet was melted and he had 2nd and 3rd degree burns on his hands. The on site EMT's treated him and then he headed home.
Phillip holding his helment
Building on fire
When I hung up the phone all I could think was THANK YOU LORD!!! While I was focused on Maya's situation the Lord had his eyes on the big picture. He answered a prayer I hadn't even known needed to be prayed. He kept his hand on my husband!!!
That day I felt like the Lord really had his hand on my little family!! He takes care of us even when we don't know that He is taking care of us!! What a mighty mighty God we serve!!!
Sunday my husband and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary...well kind of ;o)
Sunday morning our daughter woke us up coughing so hard that she got sick. We thought that she would be fine since she was just really congested from the weather changes. She was not running a fever or exhibiting any other symptoms so we all got ready for church and went on. As the band began to play we got about 10 minutes or so into the service and she got sick again. Poor baby!!!! Mommy didn't have any changes of clothes so we went home...gave her a bath. By that time she had gotten sick again and was now running a slight fever. I was giving a talk to the young ladies in our church that afternoon so Phillip volunteered to stay home with her so I didn't have to cancel.
I gave my talk and rushed home. On the way I stopped and bought each girl a balloon and Phillip a card, a balloon; and one of his favorite candy bars. (Sadly this was to be his only gift that day.)
As the night progressed she got worse and so we put the girls to bed early. I finished up some laundry and then we just sat on the couch watching football together.
As we sat there I thought...out of all this chaos the day ended on such a wonderful note. Us just spending some time together doing nothing. Sitting together...remembering a little what it was like before kids. Don't get me wrong...I wouldn't trade my kids for anything; but sometimes it's nice to just sit. No words necessary...just sit and hold each other.
Today...Monday I am thankful for my wonderful...strong...confident man!! He helps me stay focused and present. Without him...well...let's not even bother thinking about that!! He is after all...the man who has exceeded my very dreams!!
Well...yesterday I had an extraordinary learning experience. My Oldest and I both did :o)
We were leaving Old Navy (Dept. Store) and I noticed that my oldest little darling was walking a little behind me. I told her to come on and she ran to the other side of her sister and held her hand which for her it was weird for her not to hold my hand. As I we walked I glanced over to see her hiding something behind her back. I asked her what she had (NOT thinking anything about her stealing something). I thought she may have picked up something off the ground. When she showed it to me I saw that it was an unopened package of gum. I stood there in utter disbelief!!! She immediately said, "I'm sorry mommy".
I didn't blink, I don't think I even thought for a second. I wheeled right around and marched her right back into the store. I know that at 4 she didn't even really understand the gravity of what she had done; but I was hoping to scare the whits out of her enough that if she ever thought about doing it later on she would remember the experience. Not sure that she really will; but I didn't want to let it go and try to re-teach her later.
There we stood...her on the verge of tears...and me as well as she handed the gum back to the cashier. I felt so awful about her being afraid and embarrassed that I truly understood the phrase "this hurts me more than it hurts you". Never really got that before. N-e-ways, even if she doesn't remember and we have to go through it all again I know that I will never forget it the look on her face or her quiet desperate voice calling out "I'm sorry mommy, I'm sorry mommy" all the way in the store. My poor baby :o) This will definitely be a story for the grand kids!!