2. Taper Madness. 7 more days. I am nervous. I get nauseous anytime I think of getting to the starting line and waiting in my corral to go. Plus, my IT band started acting up during the virtual 10 K I did last weekend. It is my own fault, I have done too much running on a track over the past few weeks and I did not switch directions! So, I am icing, stretching and rolling my leg several times a day. And I am doing lots of cross training. My PT said I should be fine for race day. I think my IT band worries may be due to the fact that I am tapering. Every ache and pain is something major: over the past week I have had: Shin Splints (oh, great my legs will be burning during the marathon), ITBS (my knee will be in so much pain, I will have to crawl to the finish line, Random leg pain?: It is either compartment syndrome or the beginning of a stress fracture. Sheesh! Enough already!
3. I wish all the race time prediction calculators were correct. If I plug in my time from my virtual 10K from last weekend (which I took easy), I should finish the marathon at my "dream" goal time of 4:30 (ie: if everything is going my way that day). I would love that to happen, but I am not counting on it. Ultimately, I will be happy if I finish under 5 hours.
4. J has become a reader! J learned to read a while ago, but has never read on his own. If he does not have to read for school, he will not read it. A week ago a friend recommended the Magic Tree House books. She let us borrow a few. A couple days later, I handed one to J and said "read this until I have all your books out for school." I got the books out and he was still reading. I decided to do school with K. We finished. J was still reading. I decided to let him read until he stopped. A little while later, he looked at me, big smile on his face, and said, "Mom, I finished the book." He read whole second book of the series later that day. I just put a few more on hold at the library!
5. I am pages away from being finished with One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. I LOVED the book. It got better and better as it went along and I underlined several sentences because I want their messages to stay with me. I will admit, I still do not like Ann's style of writing, but the book's message is incredible.
6. If you think of it, please pray for my grandfather. He has gone into kidney failure. Pray that if it is God's will that he recover, that he recover quickly. But if it is his time to die, that he have a peaceful death.
7. I have not one, but four knights in shining armor. I feel like a queen!
So, by the time Andrew was 18 months old, we knew God was
saying no to having more children at the time.
And, as mentioned before, He provided so much peace about it, that we
knew we had discerned correctly. Yet,
even with that peace, I had to mourn the fact the we might not ever have any
more children. Yes, we were still open
to life, of course, but from the time after Andrew’s birth, until today, we
practiced NFP faithfully to avoid pregnancy.
And it took time to accept that we might not have any more
children. There were times when I would
hold a friend’s new born baby and then go home and cry because I knew I might
not ever know the joy of holding my own baby again. We live in a community where life is
celebrated and families are large.
Usually more than one friend is pregnant at a time. In those early days, each pregnancy
announcement was met with great joy for the friend, but often left me with an
empty feeling. I understood, in many
But now, O LORD, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand. Isaiah 6:48
There are boxes being unpacked in our home. Boxes packed and meant to be unpacked in a different home, our new home, in a matter of two weeks.
About two weeks before Christmas things changed. Situations changed. And what we were convinced was God's will just months before, seemed so unlike it now. Things beyond our control happened and suddenly we were praying and we felt that the best and only solution was to walk away from this new house. And at the end of a week of uncertainty, anxiety and tension, once the decision was made to walk away from the house, there was a great deal of peace. But, as the dust settles from the decision, even though we know it is the best for everyone involved, there is still sadness, still this sense of loss. As we have prayed again and again, we know each of all of the steps we have made in this whole house journey …
This past weekend we went to a book party for a priest friend who had his second book Living the Beatitudes:A Journey to Life in Christ published last fall. The party was hosted by another Catholic author. And, after the cake was cut and people were sitting quietly, the host of the party began to speak. He began to talk about how great this book is and how insightful so much of it is. Then he began to share quotes from it. And I felt as if he chose two of them for me:
"Waiting is the training ground of trust."
"Beauty is the crescendo of waiting"
Now, although we have this book and my husband has read it, I have not (sorry, Fr. B). But that night, I sat with the book while my hubby and I sat down to attempt to watch a movie and I scoured the book for the above quotes. Too shy to ask the host for the pages for these quotes, I skimmed page by page until I found them. And after I found the first quote, I was confronted with line after line about waiting. I read…