EDIT: If I don’t post for a few days, it’s because I had a heart attack. Eight of them actually. Eight and counting. So, in an uncharacteristically-crafty mom moment today, I helped Ava make a life-sized paper doll. I took old finger paintings out of the drawer and cut and taped and recycled, and now there’s a lovely. colorful, tie-dyed-looking girl taped to the sliding glass door in our kitchen. Her arms are spread wide, she’s smiling pretty.
AND EVERY TIME I WALK INTO THE KITCHEN, MY HEART STOPS BECAUSE I THINK SOMEONE IS OUT ON MY DECK, FLUNG UP AGAINST MY DOOR, TRYING TO ATTACK ME.
Every single time. Even if I have just been out in the kitchen two minutes prior and had a heart attack, the next time I go out, it happens again. My heart is still pounding. It’s cut-and-pasted finger paintings, Marla. Get a grip.
I have some things weighing on my heart tonight. Would you pray with me?
The biggest request is for a tiny baby girl named Kaily. She’s less than a month old and weighed 2 pounds at birth. Her mommy and daddy are friends of a friend, and my heart is just aching for them right now. Her little life has been one big fight–a fight to breathe, to eat, to keep infection out of her body. It’s touch and go, every minute, not knowing if your baby will be yours to love on earth or if she’ll go wait for you in heaven. You can read Kaily’s story here.
My friend Jamie’s mom-in-law just got some troubling news from the doctor, but Jamie had an amazing opportunity to love on her and share Christ with her today.
I’ve reconnected with some of my old students (in college now) on facebook, and God has given me a real burden for a few of them in particular. Please pray that I would know just how He wants me to touch their lives. I have one idea that I’ll share soon.
In other news, I got to see Ava score a goal tonight. That was fun. Someone taught Nina how to count. ??? (well, sort of) And the only thing Livi has learned in first grade so far is how to do the monkey bars.
Oh, and my dentist called tonight to check on me. How sweet is that? I just love everybody in that office to bits. If it wasn’t a dentist’s office, I’d schedule appointments all the time just to chat with all of them.
Gabe’s bosses were sad to see him go. They said he was such a great employee and asked if he’d be willing to do some contract work for them from time to time. And if his new thing doesn’t work out, they want him to know that the door will always be open for him to come back. Wow.
Oh, shoot. My new bedtime is 11:00, and I’m already eight minutes late. Where DOES the time go?!