Yesterday, my family made our annual trek over to Hillsboro to drop our son off at church camp. He has been looking forward to this since the schedule came out and he and his friends started their planning. I grew up going to camp, and took my kids from the time they were old enough to walk. They love the weeks we spent there, getting to know the kids that camp, and without realizing it, they grew strong roots in God's foundation. My daughter was actually baptized at camp.
The last two years Timm has gone to what we call 79ers week. It's for kids going into 7th grade up to and including those going in to 9th grade. Timm has made a strong bond with kids he seems about once, maybe twice, a year. He made great friends with the boys in his cabin and with today's technology, has been able to stay in touch with them by texting, facebook, and his Playstation 3. He is able to see what they are doing, and vice versa. He even spent last New Years Eve with them at a huge teen function that the other kids' church put on.
He reminds me of me. I met one of my closest friends at church camp. Her family ran the camp and her and I became fast friends. We coordinated when we would go to camp, went to parties, were in each other weddings, and were around for the birth of children. We did lose touch for a few years, but have, in the past couple of years, reunited. She and I have a bond that only God could put together. I know I can call or text her and tell her anything, and she can do the same to me. The best part of our relationship is that God is there in the middle of us. I pray that Timm's friendships are the same. I think they are, but we will have to wait and see.
If you haven't thought about sending your kids to camp, I will tell you, it's not for everyone. My daughter didn't like going anywhere, and unless I was there, wouldn't go. My husband has gone with us as a counselor, but it isn't his favorite thing to do either. But, for a lot of us, it's a great time. They sing, dance, play, have devotion, serve, give, and commune. This week, there are probably 150+ boys and girls that are there. I pray for each of them and can't wait to hear all about Timm's adventures.
The best part of yesterday was for the hour and a half we were on the drive, Timm kept us in stitches the whole time. He is a natural comedian and it seems that most everyone likes him. He told us that though he can not mimic people's voices, he can make up his own voices and they seem popular. He has a knack to make friends and keep them. God has given him a heart for other kids and a talent for making us all laugh. When we got to camp, the counselor's knew who he was, and when he went to sign in and get his room assignment, the person there told him that his friends, demanded that he be in their cabin. He kind of shrugged and took it all in. We then went and found his friends, met one of their parents, which is always nice for parents, and then he told us it was okay to leave. Even though we been through it a million times before, it's a little heartbreaking when your child hugs you and goes off with his friends, not looking back. But, I am reassured that he is in good hands and will have the best week of his summer...at church camp.
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Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
My Son
Pledge to the Bible
I pledge alliegiance to the Bible, God's holy word. A lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path, it's words will I hid in my heart that I may not sin against God.
As I was preparing for this devotion, I read Psalm 119:105-112, whih begins with 'Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light to my path (Psalm 119:105). My son was standing there when I started reading and stated that that was the exact verse he read in Sunday School this morning. I asked him what he got out of the verse. He said that "God's word will lead me in the right direction (my paraphrase). I know he doesn't always remember that. But I hope it is coming more and more apparent that it is true.
This kid has had a major impact on me. I had a lot of boy cousins around, but not a lot of experience withliving among them, you know, in the same house, 24-7. When he was born, my first thought was, What am I going to do with a boy. Well, it didn't take long for him to let me know. He has always been quick-witted, quick smiling, and quick with the comebacks. He told his first joke at a year old. He has had us all in stitches (for the most part) his whole life. We tease him about how he use to hit his head up against the wall and that is why he is as he is. But this son, has made me more cautious of how boys perceive girls, how important a Christian father is, and how it is hard for me not to love him. He takes words, turns them around and figures out how to make the most of them. I pray everyday for him, that his actions will reflect that of God, and that of love. I pray that he will grow up to know that God's word is a lamp for his feat and a light to his path, where ever he may go.
I pledge alliegiance to the Bible, God's holy word. A lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path, it's words will I hid in my heart that I may not sin against God.
As I was preparing for this devotion, I read Psalm 119:105-112, whih begins with 'Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light to my path (Psalm 119:105). My son was standing there when I started reading and stated that that was the exact verse he read in Sunday School this morning. I asked him what he got out of the verse. He said that "God's word will lead me in the right direction (my paraphrase). I know he doesn't always remember that. But I hope it is coming more and more apparent that it is true.
This kid has had a major impact on me. I had a lot of boy cousins around, but not a lot of experience withliving among them, you know, in the same house, 24-7. When he was born, my first thought was, What am I going to do with a boy. Well, it didn't take long for him to let me know. He has always been quick-witted, quick smiling, and quick with the comebacks. He told his first joke at a year old. He has had us all in stitches (for the most part) his whole life. We tease him about how he use to hit his head up against the wall and that is why he is as he is. But this son, has made me more cautious of how boys perceive girls, how important a Christian father is, and how it is hard for me not to love him. He takes words, turns them around and figures out how to make the most of them. I pray everyday for him, that his actions will reflect that of God, and that of love. I pray that he will grow up to know that God's word is a lamp for his feat and a light to his path, where ever he may go.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Psalm 16
Psalm 16 makes me happier. I need those first two verses today. With Son's pending nose surgery, I needed to be reminded. I know that this surgery is not a big deal compared to a lot of surgeries, but it's his first time. He reminded me that actually it's not his first surgery. The first time was when he had tubes put in his ears.
We were at Children's Hospital in Dayton. He was four and when they put him in a room, he was pretty excited because there was a game system there. Son sat on the bed, I gave him the controller and he started. He was content. When the nurse came in to give him the meds to keep him calm before surgery, he took it and kept playing. They finally came in and took him. He wasn't happy, but he went. He fought that medicine and was still awake and kinda alert. When they brought him back, he was put in bed and he started crying. The nurses were trying to get him to calm down and asking he all sorts of questions. Finally, I said, "Just give him the remote for the game system back." When they did that, he immediately stopped crying and put his attention on the tv.
I know he didn't sleep last night much. And because he is not allowed to eat, he says he is starving. Why is that any other morning, he really doesn't want much, but because the doctor and nurse told him that he can't eat solid food after midnight, he wants to eat everything? I hate that psychology. I think he is taking his MP3 player.
Psalm 16
1 Keep me safe, my God,
for in you I take refuge. 2 I say to the LORD, "You are my Lord;
apart from you I have no good thing."
So prayer for calmness and healing is the order for today. Have a great one!
We were at Children's Hospital in Dayton. He was four and when they put him in a room, he was pretty excited because there was a game system there. Son sat on the bed, I gave him the controller and he started. He was content. When the nurse came in to give him the meds to keep him calm before surgery, he took it and kept playing. They finally came in and took him. He wasn't happy, but he went. He fought that medicine and was still awake and kinda alert. When they brought him back, he was put in bed and he started crying. The nurses were trying to get him to calm down and asking he all sorts of questions. Finally, I said, "Just give him the remote for the game system back." When they did that, he immediately stopped crying and put his attention on the tv.
I know he didn't sleep last night much. And because he is not allowed to eat, he says he is starving. Why is that any other morning, he really doesn't want much, but because the doctor and nurse told him that he can't eat solid food after midnight, he wants to eat everything? I hate that psychology. I think he is taking his MP3 player.
Psalm 16
1 Keep me safe, my God,
for in you I take refuge. 2 I say to the LORD, "You are my Lord;
apart from you I have no good thing."
So prayer for calmness and healing is the order for today. Have a great one!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
If We Didn't Have Bad Luck...
Today I am deviating from our study in Psalms. I am a bit overwhelmed today and need to talk about it. Since March, I feel our family has been in a whirlwind. In March, my daughter had her gall bladder removed. Last month, we had Timm in the ER for his knee and then again last night, we took him back to the ER. He broke his nose! We now have to take him to an ENT to have it looked at and worked on.
He was at his friend's church yesterday evening. They were going into a room that was dark and waiting for the lights to warm up. He thought he knew were the stage was, so Timm ran and jumped. He miscalculated and found the stage with his nose and not his feet. In trying to keep things in perspective, we told him that he took a leap of faith. We also told him that now he is a real member of my family because almost everyone in my family on my dad's side has a broken nose. My dad's nose has been broken five times and I have no idea what he would look like with a straightened nose.
None of these things would have really bothered me, but the lot of them together just makes my head spin. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, or that my mind is spinning, or just looking at my son and seeing that he has marred his beautiful face...but I feel a bit ran through the wringer. So today, I am not doing anything special. I am working and will go home and spend time with my husband and kids. I've been in prayer and God knows my heart. I am thankful that there is nothing more serious that needs to be looked after at this moment. But Friday, there will be more; Allie is having her wisdom teeth out. So until then, I plan to lay low, try and keep my kids quite and full of peace, and depend on God's grace to get me through each moment.
Psalm 31:14
But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD,I say, " You are my God."
He was at his friend's church yesterday evening. They were going into a room that was dark and waiting for the lights to warm up. He thought he knew were the stage was, so Timm ran and jumped. He miscalculated and found the stage with his nose and not his feet. In trying to keep things in perspective, we told him that he took a leap of faith. We also told him that now he is a real member of my family because almost everyone in my family on my dad's side has a broken nose. My dad's nose has been broken five times and I have no idea what he would look like with a straightened nose.
None of these things would have really bothered me, but the lot of them together just makes my head spin. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, or that my mind is spinning, or just looking at my son and seeing that he has marred his beautiful face...but I feel a bit ran through the wringer. So today, I am not doing anything special. I am working and will go home and spend time with my husband and kids. I've been in prayer and God knows my heart. I am thankful that there is nothing more serious that needs to be looked after at this moment. But Friday, there will be more; Allie is having her wisdom teeth out. So until then, I plan to lay low, try and keep my kids quite and full of peace, and depend on God's grace to get me through each moment.
Psalm 31:14
But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD,I say, " You are my God."
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
What I want for my Son
I was the oldest daughter in a family of four. My sister and I had a lot of male cousins and male friends, but we didn't have a brother. We had a father, whom I assumed did all the things boys did. We were grossed out by some, giggled at others and thought Dad was the greatest. Then a became the mother of a boy.
When we found out that the baby I was having was a boy, we were excited. We had two girls and Mike wanted a boy to carry on the family name. We quickly settled on his name and waited for him to arrive. I wanted a boy. There was one problem. What was I suppose to do with a boy? What would little boys do differently than little girls? What kind of surprises laid in store for me?
My son has the key to my heart. He is a lot like me and my father. When he was born, he was a big baby. Almost too big for little me to hold, but I did. He was and is total opposite of Allie. Timm didn't want to sleep, he wanted to be held and to touch you all the time. He would find the most comfort in my arms. He would only sleep for 90 minutes at a time and then be up. You had to force him to sleep. He has that family trait of only needing a little sleep. When he was old enough, he would reach up and grab my earlobe. Then he would feed or relax and nap.
I have heard that raising boys were easier than girls at this age or that age. When Allie was younger, she was more difficult than Timm. Now, I believe that the boy is harder. He questions everything. He speaks his mind, freely, and he fiercely loves his Grandmother. He is the most loving young man I know. He does what he can to help people, he loves to show off and often he tells me things to get a reaction from me.
I have racked my brains in the last couple of years, trying to figure him out. I want him to be a man of morals and manners. I want him to grow to be a man of God. I want so much for this child that I didn't know what to do with at first. My heart is so full of love for this child and I am very proud of him. I hope he always knows that his future endeavors are so exciting.
Proverbs 31:25
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
And she smiles at the future.
When we found out that the baby I was having was a boy, we were excited. We had two girls and Mike wanted a boy to carry on the family name. We quickly settled on his name and waited for him to arrive. I wanted a boy. There was one problem. What was I suppose to do with a boy? What would little boys do differently than little girls? What kind of surprises laid in store for me?
My son has the key to my heart. He is a lot like me and my father. When he was born, he was a big baby. Almost too big for little me to hold, but I did. He was and is total opposite of Allie. Timm didn't want to sleep, he wanted to be held and to touch you all the time. He would find the most comfort in my arms. He would only sleep for 90 minutes at a time and then be up. You had to force him to sleep. He has that family trait of only needing a little sleep. When he was old enough, he would reach up and grab my earlobe. Then he would feed or relax and nap.
I have heard that raising boys were easier than girls at this age or that age. When Allie was younger, she was more difficult than Timm. Now, I believe that the boy is harder. He questions everything. He speaks his mind, freely, and he fiercely loves his Grandmother. He is the most loving young man I know. He does what he can to help people, he loves to show off and often he tells me things to get a reaction from me.
I have racked my brains in the last couple of years, trying to figure him out. I want him to be a man of morals and manners. I want him to grow to be a man of God. I want so much for this child that I didn't know what to do with at first. My heart is so full of love for this child and I am very proud of him. I hope he always knows that his future endeavors are so exciting.
Proverbs 31:25
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
And she smiles at the future.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Don't Get Mouthy!
Today has been a crazy day. I have taken inventory, phone calls, packages, emails, faxes, etc. You know, everything a receptionist should do. I have made a couple of mistakes, but I have corrected them. This is the first time I have been able to take a deep breath all day. Things have been coming at me all day. I feel like a ninja, knocking down each task and taking a punch once in a while.
Christianity can be compared to this. You are going along, doing your own thing and suddenly there is an obstacle. Maybe it's something someone said (that you took the wrong way), maybe it's a choice that you hurriedly made and now it seems to be the wrong one. It could be anything. But we have to roll with the punches. It's like trying to keep your kids on the right path. You try to let them make their own decisions and as they grow up and their personalities come out, you want to nurture them.
Timm has a mouth on him that is going to get him in a lot of trouble one of these days. Timm has an opinion about everything from politics to football. He usually has a pretty good handle on what is going on in most arenas. But once you get him started, the mouth starts going and sometimes the brain shuts down. Teaching him to be sensitive to others is one of the hardest things to teach. If he thinks something is wrong, he lets you know in no uncertain terms.
I think God thinks that I am the same way sometimes. If I think something is not the way I want it or just not the right way, I will stew about it. I will talk a lot about it to God and let him know what I think. I am an adult and I try not to let others know about my anger, though I do have those I vent to. But God, each time, gently uses the problem to teach me a lesson I need. It usually is something that really isn't as big a deal as I made it out to be. Sometimes I don't want to quickly accept it as a I should. I am getting better at it, though. Being sensitive is a sensitive subject. Maybe both Timm and I need some extra sensitivity training.
Galations 6: 1-5
Brethren, even if anyone is caught in any trespass, you who are spiritual, restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness; each one looking to yourself, so that you too will not be tempted. Bear one another's burdens, and thereby fulfill the law of Christ.
For if anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself.
But each one must examine his own work, and then he will have reason for boasting in regard to himself alone, and not in regard to another.
For each one will bear his own load.
Christianity can be compared to this. You are going along, doing your own thing and suddenly there is an obstacle. Maybe it's something someone said (that you took the wrong way), maybe it's a choice that you hurriedly made and now it seems to be the wrong one. It could be anything. But we have to roll with the punches. It's like trying to keep your kids on the right path. You try to let them make their own decisions and as they grow up and their personalities come out, you want to nurture them.
Timm has a mouth on him that is going to get him in a lot of trouble one of these days. Timm has an opinion about everything from politics to football. He usually has a pretty good handle on what is going on in most arenas. But once you get him started, the mouth starts going and sometimes the brain shuts down. Teaching him to be sensitive to others is one of the hardest things to teach. If he thinks something is wrong, he lets you know in no uncertain terms.
I think God thinks that I am the same way sometimes. If I think something is not the way I want it or just not the right way, I will stew about it. I will talk a lot about it to God and let him know what I think. I am an adult and I try not to let others know about my anger, though I do have those I vent to. But God, each time, gently uses the problem to teach me a lesson I need. It usually is something that really isn't as big a deal as I made it out to be. Sometimes I don't want to quickly accept it as a I should. I am getting better at it, though. Being sensitive is a sensitive subject. Maybe both Timm and I need some extra sensitivity training.
Galations 6: 1-5
Brethren, even if anyone is caught in any trespass, you who are spiritual, restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness; each one looking to yourself, so that you too will not be tempted. Bear one another's burdens, and thereby fulfill the law of Christ.
For if anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself.
But each one must examine his own work, and then he will have reason for boasting in regard to himself alone, and not in regard to another.
For each one will bear his own load.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It Only Takes a Moment
How quickly the direction of life changes. One minute you are flying along, doing laundry and dishes, the next you are running to doctors and practices. We all know that in an instant, lives change. The musical, "Hello Dolly", has a scene where a young man is talking about how long it takes to fall in love. He says that an instant is not it, and a minute is too long. An older lady looks at him and says, "A moment." Cornelius brightens and says "Yes, a moment." That is how long it has taken for each of my children's lives to change.
Most of you know that Allie is having gall bladder surgery next Tuesday. So we are doing all we can to prepare her for this. After supper last night, she came out of her room sniffling. I looked at Mike and got up to see what was going on. Last night she was feeling scared and down. She wouldn't even hang out with her BFF. I sat on her bed and asked her what she was feeling. She told me she didn't know. She didn't know why she was crying. I told her that it was okay for her to cry. I told her I expected her to run the gamut of emotions for the next 7 days. She can cry, be angry, yell, and act goofy. It is all perfectly natural for these things to run through her. I let her cry until she was done. I suggested we go to my room and watch a movie. After a while, she decided that is a good idea. So she picked, of all things Finding Nemo.
I thought several things when she picked this movie. First, it was one of her childhood favorites and she should pick something light and fun to watch. Next, as we started watching it, this movie shows of how lives change in a moment, how we go through scary things, and how we fight to get back. All of these are wonderful qualities in a movie. We laughed at the goofy fish, Dorey, who couldn't remember anything, but could talk to whales, could read, and was so optimistic about life. She was laughing by the middle of the story.
Timm, also has had a "moment" to change his path. He has been talking about doing track for the past month or so. But an ankle injury has blocked that, and he just hasn't seemed really into it. During my last hour or work, Mike text me and told me that he didn't think that Timm wanted to do track and was upset that he seemed to be making excuses. When I got home, Timm started telling me about how in band, the director asked the boys of the band if any of them would be interested doing a bit for the high school musical. He said if he did this he couldn't do track. I looked him in the eyes and asked him which was more important to him. He looked at his dad and said, "Dad, there's your answer." He wants to act and do plays and band. We have no problem with this. In fact, I am secretly thrilled. I love going to plays and band concerts, so this is going to be fun for me. The musical is The Music Man. Timm will be in the little boy band that we see at the end.
The Psalmist tells us in chapter 30, verse 5,
For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
Remember the moments of your life. Remember the life changes the brought you to where you are now. That brought you to Christ. Moments are not always wonderful things, but usually they are life changing.
Most of you know that Allie is having gall bladder surgery next Tuesday. So we are doing all we can to prepare her for this. After supper last night, she came out of her room sniffling. I looked at Mike and got up to see what was going on. Last night she was feeling scared and down. She wouldn't even hang out with her BFF. I sat on her bed and asked her what she was feeling. She told me she didn't know. She didn't know why she was crying. I told her that it was okay for her to cry. I told her I expected her to run the gamut of emotions for the next 7 days. She can cry, be angry, yell, and act goofy. It is all perfectly natural for these things to run through her. I let her cry until she was done. I suggested we go to my room and watch a movie. After a while, she decided that is a good idea. So she picked, of all things Finding Nemo.
I thought several things when she picked this movie. First, it was one of her childhood favorites and she should pick something light and fun to watch. Next, as we started watching it, this movie shows of how lives change in a moment, how we go through scary things, and how we fight to get back. All of these are wonderful qualities in a movie. We laughed at the goofy fish, Dorey, who couldn't remember anything, but could talk to whales, could read, and was so optimistic about life. She was laughing by the middle of the story.
Timm, also has had a "moment" to change his path. He has been talking about doing track for the past month or so. But an ankle injury has blocked that, and he just hasn't seemed really into it. During my last hour or work, Mike text me and told me that he didn't think that Timm wanted to do track and was upset that he seemed to be making excuses. When I got home, Timm started telling me about how in band, the director asked the boys of the band if any of them would be interested doing a bit for the high school musical. He said if he did this he couldn't do track. I looked him in the eyes and asked him which was more important to him. He looked at his dad and said, "Dad, there's your answer." He wants to act and do plays and band. We have no problem with this. In fact, I am secretly thrilled. I love going to plays and band concerts, so this is going to be fun for me. The musical is The Music Man. Timm will be in the little boy band that we see at the end.
The Psalmist tells us in chapter 30, verse 5,
For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
Remember the moments of your life. Remember the life changes the brought you to where you are now. That brought you to Christ. Moments are not always wonderful things, but usually they are life changing.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Where does He Get That From?
How do you solve a problem like Timm? How do you keep a teenage boy from getting a bigger than life attitude? How do you teach a kid just coming into his prime, self-control? That is the question of the day.
Self-control is one of those things that is a learned trait. Some people have learned early in life how not to act too quickly on certain urges. Timm has an oral problem. He lacks self-control in the classroom (and anywhere else for that matter) by talking and passing notes. He seems to have been getting away with it, and the teacher should have not let him get away with anything. I am not blaming the teacher for Timm's actions, but he didn't help the situation. So we need to figure out how to rectify this problem.
1 Corithians 10:13. The only temptation that hast come to you is that which everyone has. But you can trust God, who will not permit you to be tempted more than you can stand. But, when you are tempted, he will also give you a way to escape so that you will be able to stand it.
Hebrews 2:18. And now he can help those who are tempted, because he himself suffered and was
tempted.
There is a way out of temptation. Not only is there a way out, we can help others when they go through similar temptations or even trials. We have an obligation to help our fellow man in their time of need. But we need to let them ask for the advice. But in my son's case...We will give our advice freely and often cuz that is what our parenting calls us to do.
Self-control is one of those things that is a learned trait. Some people have learned early in life how not to act too quickly on certain urges. Timm has an oral problem. He lacks self-control in the classroom (and anywhere else for that matter) by talking and passing notes. He seems to have been getting away with it, and the teacher should have not let him get away with anything. I am not blaming the teacher for Timm's actions, but he didn't help the situation. So we need to figure out how to rectify this problem.
1 Corithians 10:13. The only temptation that hast come to you is that which everyone has. But you can trust God, who will not permit you to be tempted more than you can stand. But, when you are tempted, he will also give you a way to escape so that you will be able to stand it.
Hebrews 2:18. And now he can help those who are tempted, because he himself suffered and was
tempted.
There is a way out of temptation. Not only is there a way out, we can help others when they go through similar temptations or even trials. We have an obligation to help our fellow man in their time of need. But we need to let them ask for the advice. But in my son's case...We will give our advice freely and often cuz that is what our parenting calls us to do.
Monday, March 1, 2010
He's No Baby, Is He?
Today, is our son's 13th birthday. He is a handsome, fun-loving young man. He has always brought surprises to my life. Like the time he potty-trained himself. Or the time he and a friend poured oil all over my beautiful, white car. There has not been a dull moment with Timm since the day he was born.
The day he was born, was a cold, rainy Saturday. I woke up at 5:15 AM very uncomfortable. I went out to the couch and realized that what I might be feeling was contractions (I never had them with Allie). Mike came out shortly afterward and I told him that I think he should get a watch. We tested them and they were like 6 minutes apart. So Mike called the Doctor and he asked the standard questions because he wasn't my regular doctor, he was the one on call. So Mike told him that we were having contractions and that he was due today. So the doctor said, yes, come on in.
Allie and Jaci were with us, so Mike called Mom. It took Mom a minute to realize that this was "The Call", so we got dressed and she came right over. The girls slept right through it.
Mom finally got there and we left. We drove from Monroe up to Kettering. Mike took back roads because he knew "every fire and police station in between our house the hospital." I was having some major pains and told Mike tearfully, "This better not be a false alarm!" We got there around 7:00 am and they put us in a room and I immediately requested an epidural. So the guy came in and gave me the meds and I felt much better. The doctor came in, popped my water and things progressed quickly. Mom and Dad brought the girls up to see us. They all went down for lunch and at 12:30 pm, Timothy Alan came into the world at a whopping 10 pounds, 9 ounces and 21 inches long. He was beautiful and looked just like his Daddy (he still does).
The doctor told me he got bragging rights for delivering the biggest baby in the nursery. Mom got in to the elevator once, and there were two women talking about the big baby in the nursery. She told them that she was his grandma. He apparently was the talk of the floor that day. See, surprise!
He has a very special relationship with his grandparents. He is protective of his grandmother, always telling her that he is going to be the one to take care of her when he is older. When she had her hip surgery , he made me take him to the hospital everyday to see her. He just wanted to make sure she was okay.
The relationship with his grandfather is also special. When we told him that Dad had cancer, he took it in and within a week, started asking questions and even needed to spend a day with Dad. He wants my father to teach him to drive (HELP US!), and they are all the best of friends. Dad teaches him all the "bad" things that I have to correct in both of them and then go to a separate room and giggle about it. Don't you just hate that?
Everyone seems to really love Timm at church. He tries to help out when he can, he loves to give certain people a hard time and talk football with others. He is growing in the Lord and though he gets on my last nerve some times, he's my son and he and I will always have this special relationship and I thank the Lord everyday for him.
This verse in Philemon 1: 4-7 reminds me of Timm.
I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers, because I hear about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints. I pray that you may be active in sharing your faith, so that you will have a full understanding of every good thing we have in Christ. Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the saints.
The day he was born, was a cold, rainy Saturday. I woke up at 5:15 AM very uncomfortable. I went out to the couch and realized that what I might be feeling was contractions (I never had them with Allie). Mike came out shortly afterward and I told him that I think he should get a watch. We tested them and they were like 6 minutes apart. So Mike called the Doctor and he asked the standard questions because he wasn't my regular doctor, he was the one on call. So Mike told him that we were having contractions and that he was due today. So the doctor said, yes, come on in.
Allie and Jaci were with us, so Mike called Mom. It took Mom a minute to realize that this was "The Call", so we got dressed and she came right over. The girls slept right through it.
Mom finally got there and we left. We drove from Monroe up to Kettering. Mike took back roads because he knew "every fire and police station in between our house the hospital." I was having some major pains and told Mike tearfully, "This better not be a false alarm!" We got there around 7:00 am and they put us in a room and I immediately requested an epidural. So the guy came in and gave me the meds and I felt much better. The doctor came in, popped my water and things progressed quickly. Mom and Dad brought the girls up to see us. They all went down for lunch and at 12:30 pm, Timothy Alan came into the world at a whopping 10 pounds, 9 ounces and 21 inches long. He was beautiful and looked just like his Daddy (he still does).
The doctor told me he got bragging rights for delivering the biggest baby in the nursery. Mom got in to the elevator once, and there were two women talking about the big baby in the nursery. She told them that she was his grandma. He apparently was the talk of the floor that day. See, surprise!
He has a very special relationship with his grandparents. He is protective of his grandmother, always telling her that he is going to be the one to take care of her when he is older. When she had her hip surgery , he made me take him to the hospital everyday to see her. He just wanted to make sure she was okay.
The relationship with his grandfather is also special. When we told him that Dad had cancer, he took it in and within a week, started asking questions and even needed to spend a day with Dad. He wants my father to teach him to drive (HELP US!), and they are all the best of friends. Dad teaches him all the "bad" things that I have to correct in both of them and then go to a separate room and giggle about it. Don't you just hate that?
Everyone seems to really love Timm at church. He tries to help out when he can, he loves to give certain people a hard time and talk football with others. He is growing in the Lord and though he gets on my last nerve some times, he's my son and he and I will always have this special relationship and I thank the Lord everyday for him.
This verse in Philemon 1: 4-7 reminds me of Timm.
I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers, because I hear about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints. I pray that you may be active in sharing your faith, so that you will have a full understanding of every good thing we have in Christ. Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the saints.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
In All That You Do
Update: I have decided that I have messed my back up somehow. The pain is about the same, but it is throughout my mid and lower back. I can move, but slowly. It seems to worsen as the day goes on. I refuse to believe it is anything else because I have no other symptoms now, just the back pain. So I am doing well today.
UPDATE on Dad: Dad went to the ENT on Monday. The doctor ran the light down his throat and said that looked good. He asked dad if there was any thing else and dad said that the biggest problem is that he is having a lot of trouble hearing. This has increased significantly since the chemo. So the doctor took him back and they did a lot of hearing tests. Then the nurse (these are dad's words) "rammed this thing into my ear. It didn't get a reading, so she did it again. I swear she pushed it half way through my head." She finally got a reading in both ears. Then the doctor came back in and said that there was significantly a difference between his left and right ear in hearing (which we really knew already). He looked again and said that one of dad's ears was wet on the inside. Dad didn't put water in his ear and he uses ear plugs when he swims. The doctor decided that dad has the onset of an ear infection. Dad and I both decided that this doctor isn't really listening to him and when he goes back to the chemo doctor, he will talk to him about the hearing loss. So when you talk to Dad, speak up.
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Last night, Timm and I made cake. Two Brown Sugar Bundt Cake to be more specific. I let him make the first one with very little supervision. He didn't read the instructions and kinda dumped things in. I kinda scolded him for that. I tried to make him see that before you begin a recipe, you should at least skim the instructions and see if there is any specifics to it like adding eggs one at a time. Now I wrote this recipe, and I wrote it for me. I know what I mean and what it says to me. When it says, add eggs one at a time, I mean it to say that you add one egg at a time, blending well between each egg. He saw it and to him it meant, add each egg. LOL. Then in another place about the instructions, it does specifically say that you alternate between the flour/baking soda mixture and sour cream. He dumped in the flour mixture (as well as dumping some on the floor, counter, and you know himself), then the sour cream. But you know what? That cake turned out just as well as the second one. It may not have risen as high, but it tasted exactly the same.
Conclusion: Sometimes it does not matter how you do it, just so you do it. God wants us to do what is righteous (which our preacher says means in God's own right way). But the way you go about getting something done and the way I get something done isn't that important as long as the outcome is the same. In all you do, just do it for the Lord!
1Kings 2:3
and observe what the LORD your God requires: Walk in his ways, and keep his decrees and commands, his laws and requirements, as written in the Law of Moses, so that you may prosper in all you do and wherever you go,
UPDATE on Dad: Dad went to the ENT on Monday. The doctor ran the light down his throat and said that looked good. He asked dad if there was any thing else and dad said that the biggest problem is that he is having a lot of trouble hearing. This has increased significantly since the chemo. So the doctor took him back and they did a lot of hearing tests. Then the nurse (these are dad's words) "rammed this thing into my ear. It didn't get a reading, so she did it again. I swear she pushed it half way through my head." She finally got a reading in both ears. Then the doctor came back in and said that there was significantly a difference between his left and right ear in hearing (which we really knew already). He looked again and said that one of dad's ears was wet on the inside. Dad didn't put water in his ear and he uses ear plugs when he swims. The doctor decided that dad has the onset of an ear infection. Dad and I both decided that this doctor isn't really listening to him and when he goes back to the chemo doctor, he will talk to him about the hearing loss. So when you talk to Dad, speak up.
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Last night, Timm and I made cake. Two Brown Sugar Bundt Cake to be more specific. I let him make the first one with very little supervision. He didn't read the instructions and kinda dumped things in. I kinda scolded him for that. I tried to make him see that before you begin a recipe, you should at least skim the instructions and see if there is any specifics to it like adding eggs one at a time. Now I wrote this recipe, and I wrote it for me. I know what I mean and what it says to me. When it says, add eggs one at a time, I mean it to say that you add one egg at a time, blending well between each egg. He saw it and to him it meant, add each egg. LOL. Then in another place about the instructions, it does specifically say that you alternate between the flour/baking soda mixture and sour cream. He dumped in the flour mixture (as well as dumping some on the floor, counter, and you know himself), then the sour cream. But you know what? That cake turned out just as well as the second one. It may not have risen as high, but it tasted exactly the same.
Conclusion: Sometimes it does not matter how you do it, just so you do it. God wants us to do what is righteous (which our preacher says means in God's own right way). But the way you go about getting something done and the way I get something done isn't that important as long as the outcome is the same. In all you do, just do it for the Lord!
1Kings 2:3
and observe what the LORD your God requires: Walk in his ways, and keep his decrees and commands, his laws and requirements, as written in the Law of Moses, so that you may prosper in all you do and wherever you go,
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Fearful
This has been an interesting week in the Fox household. The main thing going on is that Timm went from a football player to the football team manager. Last Friday, the team started hitting. He took a pretty good hit which shook him. He complained of a headache and sore neck all weekend. So we took him to Dr. Hakes, the chiropractor, to see what was going on. Dr. Hakes adjusted him and talked to him. He told Timm not to hit on Monday, and resuming everything on Tuesday. Well, by Tuesday, Timm didn't feel any better and didn't want to practice. So he decided to turn in his equipment. While doing that, the Athletic Director talked with him and suggested maybe he could help out the team and coaches. Timm told him he would have to talk to us about that and last night, Mike and Timm talked with Coach Lawson and though the coach really would like him to play, he agreed to have him help out as manager.
When talking to Timm through all this, he admitted that he was scared of getting hurt more seriously. We have all heard the horror stories and know that even though this possibility is slight, Timm's fear is real and valid. I can not force him to realize that what he fears will not happen. I can help him pray that God will calm him and let him know that no matter what he will be fine. I do not want to call this fear irrational because we all have fears that grip us and won't let us go.
Timm has never been aggressive enough for a lot of sports. Oh, he talks a great talk, but his bark is worse than his bite. He loves the idea of football and wants to be a help to the team. During football camp, he received an award for Most Enthusiastic. The coaches saw him as an encourager. Mike said he got the "cheerleader" award. Well, now that is what he is doing, encouraging, cheering on his fellow teammates, and helping behind the scenes at each practice and game. He can now be known as the Bobby Boucher of Monroe 7th Grade Football Team.
1 Thessalonians 3:2 We sent Timothy, who is our brother and God's fellow worker in spreading the gospel of Christ, to strengthen and encourage you in your faith,
Hebrews 3:13 But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin's deceitfulness.
I am proud of Timm for stepping up and making this decision. I am hoping that the coaches will keep him interested and help him see that football is not as dangerous or scary and a little bit of pain won't hurt you. But, I am not even sure of the pain he is in. He is never one to complain too much, so keep Timm in your prayers while we trying and figure out what is going on with him.
When talking to Timm through all this, he admitted that he was scared of getting hurt more seriously. We have all heard the horror stories and know that even though this possibility is slight, Timm's fear is real and valid. I can not force him to realize that what he fears will not happen. I can help him pray that God will calm him and let him know that no matter what he will be fine. I do not want to call this fear irrational because we all have fears that grip us and won't let us go.
Timm has never been aggressive enough for a lot of sports. Oh, he talks a great talk, but his bark is worse than his bite. He loves the idea of football and wants to be a help to the team. During football camp, he received an award for Most Enthusiastic. The coaches saw him as an encourager. Mike said he got the "cheerleader" award. Well, now that is what he is doing, encouraging, cheering on his fellow teammates, and helping behind the scenes at each practice and game. He can now be known as the Bobby Boucher of Monroe 7th Grade Football Team.
1 Thessalonians 3:2 We sent Timothy, who is our brother and God's fellow worker in spreading the gospel of Christ, to strengthen and encourage you in your faith,
Hebrews 3:13 But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin's deceitfulness.
I am proud of Timm for stepping up and making this decision. I am hoping that the coaches will keep him interested and help him see that football is not as dangerous or scary and a little bit of pain won't hurt you. But, I am not even sure of the pain he is in. He is never one to complain too much, so keep Timm in your prayers while we trying and figure out what is going on with him.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Teen In Training
Timm came back from camp on Friday night. As a twelve year old, I was not worried that he would be homesick or be good, or even have fun. He has trouble (especially at school) keeping his mouth closed and his thoughts to himself. He has no problem telling people what he thinks, no matter the consequences. It's a gift and a curse.
Well, this year, he apparently was promoted. Being the oldest camper on his team, he was asked to step up to the challenge of helping as a "Teen faculty member". From what has been told to Mike and I, Timm really did a great job. He helped lead his team, he talked with two boys who actually came forward and were to be baptized at their home church, he did an outstanding job! Mike and I really proud of the job that he did. He was called to help and he met it head-on with no problem.
As a reward of being a "Teen", Timm got to stay up a little later a couple of nights. The best night was when all the faculty went out to the zip line and rode it at night. Now it gets pretty dark in the valley at Butler Springs. So going up into the woods, climbing up the stand and riding that little thin wire and harnesses at night would be a faith-builder. Timm said that all they had was a glow stick and you could see your objective, the circle at the other end. You push off and down you go, into the darkened night, not sure of where you are, what is below you, and wondering why you decided to do this crazy thing. Can't you just close your eyes and imagine gliding down at a very fast rate, the wind coming at you and then a sudden stop? It must be exhilarating!
Timm loved that he was called on to be a helper. I asked him if he now understood what it means to be a counsellor at camp. He said "I do and I am going back next year as a teen helper."
Maybe I will go with him next year. I want to see my children become courageous and faithful helpers, shining their light before God and men.
1 Corinthians 16:13 Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong.
2 Thessalonians 1:3 We ought always to thank God for you, brothers, and rightly so, because your faith is growing more and more, and the love every one of you has for each other is increasing.
Well, this year, he apparently was promoted. Being the oldest camper on his team, he was asked to step up to the challenge of helping as a "Teen faculty member". From what has been told to Mike and I, Timm really did a great job. He helped lead his team, he talked with two boys who actually came forward and were to be baptized at their home church, he did an outstanding job! Mike and I really proud of the job that he did. He was called to help and he met it head-on with no problem.
As a reward of being a "Teen", Timm got to stay up a little later a couple of nights. The best night was when all the faculty went out to the zip line and rode it at night. Now it gets pretty dark in the valley at Butler Springs. So going up into the woods, climbing up the stand and riding that little thin wire and harnesses at night would be a faith-builder. Timm said that all they had was a glow stick and you could see your objective, the circle at the other end. You push off and down you go, into the darkened night, not sure of where you are, what is below you, and wondering why you decided to do this crazy thing. Can't you just close your eyes and imagine gliding down at a very fast rate, the wind coming at you and then a sudden stop? It must be exhilarating!
Timm loved that he was called on to be a helper. I asked him if he now understood what it means to be a counsellor at camp. He said "I do and I am going back next year as a teen helper."
Maybe I will go with him next year. I want to see my children become courageous and faithful helpers, shining their light before God and men.
1 Corinthians 16:13 Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong.
2 Thessalonians 1:3 We ought always to thank God for you, brothers, and rightly so, because your faith is growing more and more, and the love every one of you has for each other is increasing.
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