Spoiled rotten. That’s how I feel. For every punch the enemy has landed, God has poured out double the blessing and then some.
Yes, there was the marital strife and the pool-flips-induced neck injury and Ava’s tooth emergency and Livi’s ear infection and the busted camera and all the other crud.
BUT there’s also the renewed marital joy and the miracle-working massage therapist and a new spacer (covered by insurance!) and prescription ear drops and a camera repair shop in Michigan and $5000 in raised funds and little bits and pieces coming together beautifully.
And three beautiful little girls who are peacefully playing dentist in the bathroom instead of crying about Mommy and Daddy leaving for Cambodia in 19 hours.
We’re almost all packed! I just have to figure out how to cram some of my carry-on stuff (books!) in Gabe’s camera bag, so I don’t strain my neck carrying too much.
Speaking of, Mr. Tony put me through the TORTURE CHAMBER this afternoon. Oh my stinking word. I thought I’d died and gone straight to hell. He fixed the left side of my neck and shoulder without too much trouble then said the right side felt pretty tight. Then OW OW OW OW. “Your neck is a mess,” he told me. “And this is not a recent injury. It’s been this way for a long, long time. Were you in a car accident or something when you were younger?”
Not that I know of.
“The last girl I worked on with a neck as bad as yours had tried to hang herself.”
Well, I’ve never tried that, so that couldn’t be it. Mom, did I do anything traumatic to myself when I was young? Please tell me it’s not from the time I rocked too hard in the little rocking chair at church and hit my head on the huge metal doorknob and had to get stitches. That would make my injury, what, 31 years old?
So we ran errands this morning, did some dishes, laundry, packing. Ate whatever we could find in the fridge. Hung out at the pool with my friend Amanda and her girlies. Man, we’re going to miss seeing them every day. And I’m about 98% sure they’ll have a baby boy by the time we get back. Amanda wasn’t doing so hot there for awhile this afternoon, and I just envisioned delivering Baby J myself right there in the 6-ft.
We met Gabe at Pei Wei for a Going Away Dinner as a family. I ate like there was no tomorrow. The second I get off the plane back in Ohio, I’m losing this ridiculous extra weight I’ve piled on since last summer. Ugh.
And last, but not least, THANK YOU. I’ve gotten some of the sweetest e-mails, phone calls, facebook messages, whathaveyou from so many sweet, beautiful people telling us they’re praying. I can’t even tell you what that means to me. I feel like we’re being buoyed up by the awesome prayers of our brothers and sisters in Christ, and it’s such a complete honor.
THANK YOU for the part you’re playing in all of this. I feel so humbled and grateful that we get to go and that you’re right there with us, cheering us on and bringing our requests before God. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!
I love all of you to bits. My next post will more than likely be from one of several airports (C-bus, Dallas, San Fran…).
Good night and God bless!
EDIT: Well, the dentist play-acting was nice while it lasted. Until Livi “tried to scare Ava by kicking right next to her head” and “accidentally” kicking her in the head so hard she bawled. Never a dull moment.