With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane
"You may be right, I may be crazy. But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for!"
17 Feb 2012 1 Comment
in Bebehs, Blessings, Christianity, Heroes, Inspiration, Miracles
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane
19 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
in Christianity, Gestapo, Motherhood, Pregnancy, Religion, Sibling love
Doesn’t this photo warm your heart? These are Jenna’s precious children back in Memphis. How excited I am for the images of Adam holding Tatum. He’s so thrilled to be a big brother….
Those of you who know me well can attest to the fact that I always try to focus on the bright side of things. Our current ordeal lacks any sort of positive spin whatsoever. In fact, by constantly considering the worst case scenario, I’m never caught off guard. So I’m operating under the assumption that Adam probably won’t be with me at Twin Cities while I’m giving birth. Tatum and I will snuggle up and thumb through my copy of Mein Kampf as we long for the third of our family unit that is present only in spirit.
Thank God for Beth Moore tonight. My heart, spirit, and soul needed that. It’s that gentle reminder that anytime I get too angry [but not in an uncontrolled, violent way!] or depressed [but not in a mentally ill sort of way!] to stay on the path.
A coworker and I were talking today about the power of prayer….yet another instance where I felt as though somebody was speaking directly to the events in my life without actually knowing my situation. She mentioned how prayers aren’t just for praise or your own issues, that it’s crucial to pray for those ‘opposing forces’ as well. Instead of wondering how certain people have so much ugliness in their heart perhaps I should redirect my energy to praying for the fact that such individuals have become so desensitized to troubling events their judgment becomes clouded. Easier said than done, right? It’s definitely one of the more uncomfortable and difficult aspects of faith.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane
06 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
in Christianity, Death, Memories, Pregnancy, Religious Works, The Bible, The Wee One
“Life passes most people by while they’re making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime, I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there. And now there’s almost not enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.”
Note to self: don’t ever take an iron pill on an empty stomach. I’ve never had such an excruciatingly painful headache. Convinced I was having an aneurysm or something equally horrific I grabbed the phone to call for help….only to have the pain temporarily subside and be rocked with intense waves of nausea forcing me to curl up in the fetal position [at least to the best of my ability with a gigantic fetus] and whimper. My heart goes out to everyone who suffers from migraines because I imagine they must be equally terrible.
I’m tired, cranky, and still feeling the lingering effects from the wrath of ferrous sulfate. Forgive me for complaining. 2012 will be paradise for the sole fact that it’s not 2011– yet the year is already off to a dismal start and we’re not even a week into it. Must there be any more death and tragedy? I’m too young to feel this old. By the time I reach my thirtieth birthday I’ll have an 8 year old son, 4 year old daughter, far too many deceased friends, and more ‘life experience’ [that's the nicest euphemism I can produce] with grief than I can even articulate.
Here’s a Bible verse I appreciate from Romans 15:13. “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” Hope and inner peace, those are two things that no one or nothing can ever take from me.
TOMORROW ADAM AND I ARE GOING TO SEE TATUM ON HER 3D ULTRASOUND!!!
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane