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“But Moses gave no allotment of land to the tribe of Levi, for the Lord, the God of Israel, had promised that he himself would be their allotment.” Joshua 13:33

“So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other. Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” John 13:34-35

 

“This is my commandment: Love each other in the same way I have loved you. There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” John 15:12-13

I’ve decided to take a break from blogging between now and when the baby comes. My Truthful Thursdays will still post as normally scheduled, but this will be “my” last post for a couple of weeks. 

I was talking to a friend this morning about “To Do” lists. We’re one and the same at wanting and liking lists. Completing a list makes me feel accomplished, worthy and proud. It allows me to be focused and goal oriented. But I’ve come to realize that my lists aren’t always in the right order. Many, many times the ordering is completely backwards. 

If you remember, I posted about a woman named Rachel Barkley who is dying from cancer. She is a wife and mother to two children. Her testimony of following after God in these last few months/weeks/days is heroic. Here is her latest update:

 

I’m a big list person. I love lists. Making them. Crossing things off when I’m finished them. I have a daybook that sits by my telephone that holds my To Do list for each day and one of my greatest pleasures is looking back at the end of the day and seeing all my little check boxes filled in. Sigh…happiness. I’m so easily amused. Crazy, I know. But there it is. It’s who I am.

 

But my To Do list has taken a back seat of late. It’s been four months since Neil and I sat stunned on that hospital bed after receiving the news we didn’t want to hear. Four months since the whirlwind of waiting to die began. And – surprise, surprise – the waiting is not easy for me.

 

Lying in bed waiting for my next dose of medications (14 different ones, in case you’re interested). Or waiting for Neil to come home from some activity with the kids. Or waiting for the day to end so I can fall asleep and maybe forget for awhile. Not easy. I’m a doer. I like to do things. Hence the To Do list obsession.

 

It seems that all I do is wait and write silly things like “Shower” on my To Do list. But today, “Send Update” made it on to my To Do list not because there is much to tell but mostly so I could actually do something. So by way of update, here we go:

 

First off, I look pregnant. My liver has swollen so much that I am perilously close to switching teams from the In-nies to the Out-ties. I’ve had to become creative with my wardrobe as I’m sure that one of these days some well meaning person is going to ask me when I’m due. Seriously. Fashion issues on top of terminal cancer?!? There must be a limit to what one girl is expected to endure… ;)

 

And, after a few weeks of feeling like I’d plateaud a bit (i.e. a few less bad days, a few more predictable days), I feel like I’ve turned a bit of a corner again. I’ve been struggling with dizziness, difficulty breathing and more pain in my head. It also seems to be affecting my eyesight now too as I often have trouble focusing. I have had to up my pain meds significantly to deal with the pain in my shoulders, sternum and abdomen. The meds I’m on have been very effective but it does feel like things are continuing to progress. “Does it feel like you’re dying?,” some have asked. The answer is yes.

 

And I am finding that my greatest challenge and what occupies my thoughts most these days is how to finish well. All the little things that I battle daily seem to loom larger in the waiting of each day and moment as my impatience and selfish tendencies rush to the forefront of every thought and activity.

 

So my challenge is to finish well. And it seems I am to do this by waiting. Appropriately, I found this verse in Lamentations:

 

“It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.”

 

Waiting. Quietly. It is a good thing apparently.

 

I have added it to my To Do list…

 

with love,
rb

Let me state that again, I am NOT a girlie-girl. By nature I have never been a dress-wearing, make-up doing, hair-fixing, bug-screaming girl. I feel most myself in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, sportin’ some dirt and ready to jump in a creek to look for crawdaddies. I was most likely, every cheerleaders worst nightmare. From as early as I can remember, I hated taking showers, wearing anything I found to be confining (aka, dresses, skirts, anything white or pink) or being girlie in any way. Then, growing up with four brothers, a mom who isn’t very girlie-girl just intensified my lack of girlieness. 

Somewhere in high school I started paying more attention to my appearance. I found myself *shock!* looking at dresses and “cute” shoes willingly. I remember buying my first dress (one that I had personally picked out). I felt grown up. And the funniest thing is, I could count on one hand how many times I actually wore it. By the time I got to college I had “arrived”. I started wearing more feminine outfits, mostly because I worked at Ann Taylor. I started actively doing my hair daily, wearing make up and shopping for jewelry. I found myself surrounded by girls who loved being feminine and girlie. Slowly I began transforming into a pink wearing, necklace owning, perfume loving girl. 

Then I had a baby. And for months I’m pretty certain I never did my hair, wore make up or even changed out of sweatpants. I most definitely didn’t shower daily (TMI). Then as the post-baby haze lifted I went back to doing my hair, putting on make up and showering (almost) daily. During all this time I realized that I had a daughter. Which meant (and means) that she will imitate me, desire to be like me (in some form or fashion). So, in an effort to give her a fighting chance of being a girlie-girl I shower her with pink, dolls and dresses. In recent months I’ve even started “doing” her hair. 

Want to know what I’ve discovered? It’s tough being a non-natural girlie-girl trying to help your daughter be a girlie-girl. I hate “doing” her hair – it’s time consuming and results in very little reward (as it takes me half and hour to pull back and 2 seconds for her to rip out). I really hate putting her in a dress – it seems so confining; she can’t actively climb or slide or crawl around being crazy. I really, really hate remembering to put her shoes on her before we leave the house. That last one is in part to the fact that I really, really hate wearing shoes. But, alas, I do all these (in my mind) girlie-girl things, because somewhere deep down inside me, I kinda wish I had had the chance to embrace that side of myself as a kid. Not in some I-like-wearing-lacey-dresses-and-bows sorta way, but in a I-like-wearing-a-cute-dress-so-long-as-I-have-shorts-on-underneath sorta way. And I do plan to open up dance, ballet and even *gasp!* cheerleading to Julia if she wants. 

However, I draw a fine line at screaming at bugs. If she learns to do that, she most definitely won’t be getting it from me.

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.” John 1:5

I’ve been mentally preparing myself for Julia to regress in a lot of areas once Dubya Dos arrives. Because of that, we’ve not been pushing her to potty train or nap in her toddler bed. But at the beginning of this month, she started asking to nap in her bed rather than the crib, so we let her. And things went beautifully. Then, more and more she began telling us when she needed to go potty (especially poopy) and things went beautifully. 

Then we decided to remodel the house. 

And Julia decided to regress. 

Potty training is sorta hit or miss these days. I have two theories for this:

1. She’s starting to understand the sensation for peeing, so instead of concentrating on the pooping, she’s too focused on the peeing (before it was opposite).

2. She’s a tad freaked out about all the new changes and life (aka routine) has been a little off.

Once we moved her into her new room, she was sleeping full time in her toddler bed. But, slowly, she’s started getting up too soon during naps. Well, rather, she’s just never falling asleep. I’ve been letting it slide because:

1. She was getting up to alert me that she needed to pee (and just never would lay back down).

2. She’s reaching that just-needs-one-nap age and I wasn’t sure when she actually wanted to sleep.

But after spending an entire week with an exhausted toddler, I’ve buckled down. Since she’s still waking up oh-too-early, I’ve figured she needs to lay down between 10-11. I’m fine with one nap a day (then slowly pushing the time back to early afternoon), but not no naps a day. Today has been our first day of force napping. I spent a good 45 minutes going into her room, disciplining and putting her back in her bed. The last round, she actually came out of her room (the door doesn’t actually shut) asking to go pee. I let her, then put her straight back to bed. That was almost 15-20 minutes ago and so far it’s been silent. My prayer is that whatever new, good habits we establish between now and when Dubya Dos arrives will actually stick!

I’m picky when it comes to food. Not picky in the sense of food preference, but picky in the if-this-cereal-is even-within-a-two-month-expiration-date-from-today-I might-just-not-eat-it. I have some irrational fears and consuming “post marked” goods is one of them. The thought of eating cookies that say “Best by” two months out gives me the willies. But, if I want to be frugal maybe I can’t always be so picky.

This morning, Julia and I drove out to Kalona to visit the Central Discount Store. I have heard some people recommend the place and knew that they were open today (they are owned/ran by some Amish and are only open 3 days a week), so since Julia fell asleep in the time it took us to leave our house and pull into Fareway, I decided to let her sleep a little longer and make the drive out.

Here’s my loot from the trip:

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In all my total was $7.42. With that I got:

– two boxes of Optimum Raisin Bran cereal

– 4 bottles of organic, diary free, gluten free ranch dressing

– one box of Back to Nature mint cookies (yummy!)

– two boxes of organic chocolate cake mix

– two boxes of organic chocolate icing mix

– one box of organic kid’s granola bars

The best thing is, these are all brands that are sold at New Pi that I always want to try but never have the heart to spend the extra money (with the exception of the cookies – I have bought those before – kinda a weakness of mine 😉 ). I can’t say for sure how much I saved, but to give you a small idea, the salad dressing alone is usually $3ish per bottle and I got it for 50 cents per bottle.

Let it rain

Posted on: May 16, 2009

It’s been raining here a lot this last week. I don’t really mind as I love the rain and it helps me keep the garden well watered. Plus, as some of you might remember I got some rainboots for my birthday, which actually makes running 9 months pregnant while carrying Julia kinda fun. 

However, not only has it been raining outside, it’s been raining inside too. No leaky roofs or holes, but me – crying. Lots.

Let me preface the rest of this post by saying – I adore being pregnant. I really, really do. With all the sickness, aches and pains, I see past it all and simply love being pregnant. I’m very grateful that God has blessed me with Julia and now this child. 

But, I’m not a big fan of the emotions that come with pregnancy. My personality is such that I really like being in control, especially of my emotions. No need to cry over something or show too much pain, especially in front of other people. I don’t mind expressing my feelings, oh no, just ask Jonathan. He told me just this week that I’m more in touch with my feelings than most people. I usually know what I’m feeling, why I’m feeling it and what should be done about it. But in all that, I want to really harness how my emotions/feelings are expressed. I suppose ultimately it comes down to pride, control and vanity.

Alas, I’ve hit that stage in my pregnancy where emotional control seems to have flown the coop. Yesterday I sat in the van and cried sobbed for a good minute two minutes five minutes because I spilled coffee all over the Father’s Day cards I had just purchased. Take note – none of the cards were ruined, just the envelopes (which are easily replaceable). To make matters worse, I was waiting at Jonathan’s work in the parking lot when this “saga” happened, making me crying even harder because I felt like a complete fool as his co-workers are leaving, perhaps even catching sight of my weepy eyes. 

I think the worse part is that I’ve no real reason to be crying. Things are going well, Dubya Dos is doing great (per our midwife yesterday), Julia isn’t overly toddler-like (and even slept in yesterday till 6:45!) and our remodeling of the downstairs is nearly complete. Yet, if I hear/read/watch/think of something sad the water works start falling. And the entire time I keep thinking how silly I am for crying, which makes me cry even more. Oy vei! 

So, for all you Iowan friends, if you catch me crying, don’t worry, nothing is wrong. Perhaps I saw a sappy commercial or a leaf somewhere in China fell off a tree. Or maybe even I just thought crying sounded nice (which last week it did, which produced a few minutes of peaceful crying while Julia napped). Hopefully, after the fourth trimester is over I should return to “normal”.

Grab a tissue, you’re gonna need it:

 

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I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.” John 16:33