This particular tragedy doesn't touch my family personally. However, it brought tears to my eyes as I read the article this afternoon. Anna Celeste Lowe - 5 yrs old. The story was first brought to my attention by a friend on Facebook. Her post lead me to believe that she knew Celeste's Mom, personally.
Today, I had to call my friend's husband with some accounting information. When I asked if he had a moment he commented that he was a funeral in Monroe. It made me think of Anna Celeste again, and once again I teared up for the pain this child felt at the hands of her father and stepmother. When I stop to think of the pain, agony, sense of hopelessness this innocent child must have felt and the pain her Mom is experiencing at this time, it makes me sick to my stomach.
While I can refocus my ill feelings to the positive of having my own precious daughters in my life, Celeste's Mom cannot. I cannot fathom the grief and anger she must feel at this moment. She's right, the state failed that precious little girl. Do I have an answer? No. But, I like many others wish I had the legal background and common sense to come up with a solution.
For now, I'll go back to preparing sales tax reports, w2s and quarterly reports. I hope to finish enough to be able to leave by 5:00 and join my precious family in worshiping our LORD and Savior tonight...and in praying for Celeste's family.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
moody, overwhelmed, overweight and still loved
After an inspiring day of worship yesterday, today started out with confusion, anger, frustration, sadness, loneliness including tears on at least 3 occasions. How did one missing 8mm tape turn my life from recalling how blessed I am to one of close call depression?
Thankfully, I am married to a man who may not always understand my post 40, hate working on days my kids are home from school, exhausted, not ready for last semester of accounting classes to start this week, too much laundry, not enough money in the checking account to eat until Friday's payday emotional outburst. But, he loves me anyway. He's willing to spend time searching for the 8mm tape that contains the birth of his 4th daughter. And, he's understanding enough to not be furious when I hang up on him 3 times; even calling me back to reassure the insecure side of me, that has raised it's UGLY head today more than it has in months, that he does love me, need me and even that I complete him. He fed them so that the 7 yr old didn't feel like she was going to "starve." He made sure the teenager was at play practice and costume fittings on time today. He was there to pick her up when her knee got busted this evening, while I was still at the office fighting a computer that has updated 3 different software programs today.
About now you are probably thinking one of two things: 1) this gal is psycho or 2) I'm glad somebody else feels the same way.
I'm not psycho - just a bit overwhelmed at the moment. For now, I will type my thoughts and strive to recall that the LORD who has delivered me from cancer twice, stopped the blindness due to diabetes from advancing in my eyes for 13 years, enabled me to deliver 2 healthy children when doctors were less than optimistic, saved my husband's kidney when the urologist said, "I've never seen a kidney this infected continue to function" is the same JESUS who knew that I wasn't going to find that 8mm tape last night, that the computer at the office was going to have to update numerous software programs today, that the teenage daughter's play practice schedule was going to change AGAIN and that I was going to feel fat and overwhelmed today. Thankfully, my husband loves Jesus and they both love me...just as I am. That's what love is.
Thankfully, I am married to a man who may not always understand my post 40, hate working on days my kids are home from school, exhausted, not ready for last semester of accounting classes to start this week, too much laundry, not enough money in the checking account to eat until Friday's payday emotional outburst. But, he loves me anyway. He's willing to spend time searching for the 8mm tape that contains the birth of his 4th daughter. And, he's understanding enough to not be furious when I hang up on him 3 times; even calling me back to reassure the insecure side of me, that has raised it's UGLY head today more than it has in months, that he does love me, need me and even that I complete him. He fed them so that the 7 yr old didn't feel like she was going to "starve." He made sure the teenager was at play practice and costume fittings on time today. He was there to pick her up when her knee got busted this evening, while I was still at the office fighting a computer that has updated 3 different software programs today.
About now you are probably thinking one of two things: 1) this gal is psycho or 2) I'm glad somebody else feels the same way.
I'm not psycho - just a bit overwhelmed at the moment. For now, I will type my thoughts and strive to recall that the LORD who has delivered me from cancer twice, stopped the blindness due to diabetes from advancing in my eyes for 13 years, enabled me to deliver 2 healthy children when doctors were less than optimistic, saved my husband's kidney when the urologist said, "I've never seen a kidney this infected continue to function" is the same JESUS who knew that I wasn't going to find that 8mm tape last night, that the computer at the office was going to have to update numerous software programs today, that the teenage daughter's play practice schedule was going to change AGAIN and that I was going to feel fat and overwhelmed today. Thankfully, my husband loves Jesus and they both love me...just as I am. That's what love is.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Getting started
Blogging has always seemed a lot like journaling to me. I began journaling almost 15 years ago. Although I haven't journaled consistently for 15 years, it's been quite interesting to read about the prayers and concerns that I've recorded over the past 15 years. In comparing them, it is surprising that many issues are the same and that there are a few that are quite different.
Those that seem to be constant are a desire to grow closer to my LORD and Savior, Jesus Christ, take better care of my body, show those that I love that I do love them in their love language, improve as a homemaker, be a better friend, improve as a money manager, and get out of debt. The issues that no longer matter to me will not be the subject of this blog; however, I think they are worth mentioning. After all, realizing they do not matter to me is part of the growth process.
Having a beautiful home in an prestigious zip code on the outskirts of Houston is no longer a symbol of success. While I loved our home in West Houston, I've realized that the smaller house on one acre that is 4 miles to the nearest grocery store is a lovely home, also.
Those that seem to be constant are a desire to grow closer to my LORD and Savior, Jesus Christ, take better care of my body, show those that I love that I do love them in their love language, improve as a homemaker, be a better friend, improve as a money manager, and get out of debt. The issues that no longer matter to me will not be the subject of this blog; however, I think they are worth mentioning. After all, realizing they do not matter to me is part of the growth process.
Having a beautiful home in an prestigious zip code on the outskirts of Houston is no longer a symbol of success. While I loved our home in West Houston, I've realized that the smaller house on one acre that is 4 miles to the nearest grocery store is a lovely home, also.
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