tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157403792024-03-07T21:02:49.630-06:00My Gifts, Among Other ThingsChristian Homeschooling, Bereaved Cancer Mom, and "Retired" Army Wife. Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932007213063890925noreply@blogger.comBlogger714125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15740379.post-19999164426174650682015-09-06T02:00:00.000-05:002015-09-06T02:00:45.486-05:00ReallyI just love how someone wants to leave a comment, but is too chicken to leave their name. Honey, if you can't be bothered to leave your name, I'm surely not going to approve your comment. It's nice to know I have stalkers whose lives are not full enough to be honest and be real.<br />I realize I'm not perfect, I screw up often, I say things from time to time I wish I could rephrase, and on a very rare occasion even would like to take back, but one thing I know is people rarely have to wonder how I feel or where I stand.<br /><br />So, if you want to comment, be an adult and leave your name otherwise honey, it's just going to be deleted.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/292/33BC6EC36217B30A20E2CD9D4E567F18.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932007213063890925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15740379.post-41036109424545519412014-03-22T12:45:00.002-05:002014-03-22T12:45:20.757-05:00Confused This morning I discovered that someone who I love, who I valued as a friend, who I thought was taking a break from facebook, instead had deleted me and blocked me. To say my feelings are hurt is putting it lightly. Confused, sad, hurt. I just honestly don't understand it. I DO NOT GET IT! <br />I have deleted people, heck I've even blocked a couple...although they were never people I considered friends and if I was, I was honest enough to tell them why through a PM, because at some point they were someone I cared enough about to call friend. I do not call people friends, unless I mean it. <br />What are others take on that? Ultimately when the email you have no longer works, you lost their phone number, because you lost all your contacts at one point. I just would like to know why. <br />It's obvious that she meant more to me, than I meant to her. I can accept that, I have friendships where I think I may mean more to the person than they mean to me. It doesn't make the friendship less though. It also means that if they did something I would let them know through a private message or something. Heck just call me out in public, at least then I know what in the world is going on. <br />I know I have a beautiful family and precious friends who are TRUE, REAL, and most importantly, HONEST friends. I thought this person was one of those friends. It sucks when you discover you were wrong about a person. VERY wrong. <br />
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There is nothing in America that truly is like it, you can find things that are similar, like a Greek Gyro, but I've yet to find anything just like it. <br />
A friend of mine that was stationed in Germany with me, shared this recipe and I am planning on trying it. We're getting a pretty good tax return, so we'll be purchasing some lamb meet (which is fairly pricey) so that we can attempt to make our own! When we do, I'll report back and let you know how they turned out. In the meantime if any of you want to try making them, let me know if you do and how they turned out!! <br />
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Serves: 4 Ingredients: 1 1/2 pounds lean veal Salt Fr<span class="text_exposed_show">eshly ground pepper 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin (or a prepared doner-kebab seasoning) 2 small onions 5 tablespoons olive oil 4 cloves garlic 3/4 cup sheep-milk yogurt 1 tablespoon fresh chopped parsley 4 flatbreads (the size of your hand) Garnishes: 2 tomatoes 1 cup red cabbage 1 cup cucumber (grated) 1 onion Other: 4 grill skewers Preparation: Preheat the oven to 430 degrees (grill setting). Cut the veal into thin slices and season with salt, pepper, and cumin. Place the seasoned meat on the four skewers Peel the onions and grate finely. Stir half of the resulting onion paste with the olive oil and brush onto the skewered meat, coating all sides. Place the skewers on a grid on the middle rack of the preheated oven. Grill for about 20 minutes, turning several times. In the meantime, peel and press the garlic into the yogurt, using a garlic press. Stir in the parsley, and season with salt and pepper. Set sauce aside. Slice the flatbreads in half, but not all the way through, to form pockets. Drizzle a little olive oil into the pockets. Wash and dice the tomatoes. Wash the red cabbage and cut into thin strips. Wash the cucumber and grate finely. Peel and halve the onion, and cut into very thin strips. Arrange the prepared ingredients on a serving platter. During the meat's last 5 to 8 minutes under the grill, warm the flatbread on the oven floor. Remove the skewers and the flatbread from the oven. Remove the meat from each skewer and place in a bread pocket. Add all of the remaining ingredients or just some, according to taste, and dribble the garlic sauce over the top.</span></div>
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The owners wanted to sell, so we were able to find a really nice rental in town, the rent is cheaper, the house is newer, is updated as far as windows, has solid doors, insulation is well THERE, it's a bit smaller, but just fits our family so much better! We truly love it and are so happy to be here. It's closer to town and post, so we're saving fuel, saving on utilities. I am so thankful that I decided to have us look at this house. It was listed as a 3 bedroom, but thankfully it's actually a 4! Has a fully finished basement (which is where the 4th bedroom/Jacobs' is!) so we have a beautiful family room that is absolutely huge and will allow our family to hang out there together, which will be something new, because over the years I've not hung out in the family room for various reasons. In Germany, it was just such a mess all the time, it was really a storage room so in the winter it was so cold although we had a heater, I just did not enjoy being down there. Chad didn't have the kids keep it clean, so it was a HUGE stress factor to me. In our last house, it was in the unfinished basement, which was sticky, hot, cold, smelled musty...it was a true unfinished basement (although the owners had started to finish it, they did NOT get far). This one is truly finished and well it's pretty, comfortable, we have an area for the couch's, tv, as well as our other table is down there so the kids can do their school work, we can do puzzles, play board games, etc there's plenty of room for the kids toy shelf and toy box, our beautiful antique organ is down there. The owners were definitely in the midst of finishing up details (trim) but those are details and they do not take away the functionality of the room. <br />Jacob's room was probably made initially to be a storage room, but they built a closet in it, so we laid a rug down in there that we had, moved the wall locker they had in there, into the hall that leads back to the laundry area and bathroom. There's a shower and toilet (unfortunately no sink) which is nice for Jacob and for when any of us are down there. No door, but we have a curtain up for privacy, then the laundry area, which is nice and bright, which is a big change from the other house we just moved from. <br />On our moving day, we woke up to Olivia having diarrhea and vomiting and just feeling miserable. So I loaded my van up and her and I came into the new house. I did as much packing as I possibly could in our 2 days notice that we had this house, so off to the new house where I met my parents and aunt and showed them our new house and then I did my best to keep Olivia comfortable. Olivia was sick for about 10 days. First it was the stomach bug, then proceeded to get mouth ulcers, which Jacob also ended up with, and then I ended up with. I was able to get the kids some magic mouthwash and that numbed their mouth and just helped them feel better. I was told they were from a virus. Thankfully they were pretty well healed up by the time I came down with it. Noah had a day of a stomach bug, and Emma had 1 evening of a stomach bug, both of them also said 1 day they had a sore throat, but thankfully no one else ended up with the virus that gave the horrible mouth ulcers. I have to say that going 5 days without eating is not enjoyable. I had a drs apt on Tuesday and was given my own magic mouthwash, some cough syrup for my horrible cough. After a couple more days I was finally able to eat, and my mouth started to feel better. <br />I can not tell you how much I've seen the Lord watching over us. God has blessed me with helpful older boys who even when they don't always feel 100%, when mom feels like death, they step up and help with the other little ones and do what needs to be done. <br />Over those 2 weeks of us being sick, I didn't get a lot unpacked, so we're now working hard to get this house in order and make it feel like HOME. We are going to be putting up our Christmas decorations up this week. Not rushing Thanksgiving by, just love Christmas as well and enjoy having everything put up as soon as possible, especially since Thanksgiving's a week later this year than most years. Once I have the house put together and decorated, I'll take pictures and share our lovely home. <br />
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Tonight, I was browsing on facebook and came across a mom whose son went through chemo with Jordyn and had his bone marrow transplant (BMT) with Jordyn. I'm nosey by nature, no reason to lie, I am. I click on his facebook page and felt the punch into my stomach as I see he's married. The tears began to flow and grief took over. The reality of what never will be when it comes to Jordyn was in my face. Now I should say 2 girls that were in treatment with Jordyn have both gotten married and one is actually expecting her first baby, which is such a miracle in and of itself (relapsed I believe twice after her initial diagnosis, so a great deal of chemo and radiation). There was just something about seeing him, smiling, alive, and married. Now please understand that I am so happy he's alive, that he's happy, that he's married. It was simply a reminder of what I'll never get to experience with Jordyn. <br />Grief is funny like that. It has no rhyme or reason. It comes at the oddest time and just simply makes no sense what so ever. Tonight I was reminded just how raw grief can be and how quickly it can wash over. Thankfully, it didn't last long. I talked through it with a friend and by the end the tears were gone and all I felt was joy, pure joy for this young man who has survived childhood cancer and has truly beaten the odds. He had a harsh cancer to begin with, he had as far as I know 2 bone marrow transplants. I do remember when we were in the hospital he was dealing with some pretty severe graf vs host disease (which is a good and bad thing to have, if it's mild it's a great thing to have and what we wish Jordyn would have had, but when it's severe it's often deadly and he had it severely so to know he survived makes my heart sing). I can not tell you how happy I am that he's living his life and I have no doubt, living it well. <br /><br />
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I don't feel God in my life right now. A friend this morning at PWOC (bible study) said this may be a time where he's carrying you. I don't know. I hope so. I just don't know. <br />I need HIM, more than anyone else and yet I feel alone, abandoned, tossed aside. Where are you, Father? I want to feel loved. I want to feel that I matter to you. I know you died on a cross for me, for my sins, because you love me that much. I SHOULD feel loved. Oh GOD, please hear the cries of my heart. <br />Please help me out of this dark place. I truly feel Satan circling me and feel him winning in my life. I want the tears to stop, I want the hopelessness to leave my heart. I am so desperate for you, please don't leave me. I have not felt this lost since Jordyn died. I feel like David's Psalms are all across me, his cries for you. <br />I am tired of being so lonely. Tired of being so sad. Tired of feeling so unloved. One day this will be over. I don't want to just get through this life. I really do want to live it. I just don't know how to right now. I miss you. <br />
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<span class="hebrewTitle" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px; font-variant: small-caps;">A prayer of David.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;"> Hear me, LORD, and answer me, for I am poor and needy. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Guard my life, for I am faithful to you; save your servant who trusts in you. You are my God; </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">have mercy on me, Lord, for I call to you all day long. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Bring joy to your servant, Lord, for I put my trust in you. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Hear my prayer, LORD; listen to my cry for mercy. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">When I am in distress, I call to you, because you answer me. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Among the gods there is none like you, Lord; no deeds can compare with yours.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">All the nations you have made will come and worship before you, Lord; they will bring glory to your name. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">For you are great and do marvelous deeds; you alone are God, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Teach me your way, LORD, that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">I will praise you, Lord my God, with all my heart; I will glorify your name forever. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">For great is your love toward me; you have delivered me from the depths, from the realm of the dead. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Arrogant foes are attacking me, O God; ruthless people are trying to kill me— they have no regard for you. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Turn to me and have mercy on me; show your strength in behalf of your servant; save me, because I serve you just as my mother did. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Give me a sign of your goodness, that my enemies may see it and be put to shame, for you, LORD, have helped me and comforted me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">What I know is that as I study this scripture and pray on and through it, the Lord can change me. I need to be changed. I need to have more fear of the Lord and praise Him more. He shows me so much grace and I need to show grace towards my children. I need to be softer and kinder and just be gentle. I want to be like the Lord and be slow to anger and abound with love. I want to show the grace that the Lord shows me day in and day out.<br /><br />As we prepare for our new school year to start I want it to be the best school year we've had. No tears, other than happy ones when it comes to school work. I want excitement and joy of learning. Okay, I am realistic and know that not every day we're going to be excited about school, but that does not mean we can not still find thankfulness in our school days. Let me focus on the love I have for my children and let them truly feel loved without question.<br /><br />I want to be more like Jesus and less like me. </span><br />
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Now this was not our first time with this homeschool group. When we first moved back we went to a field trip, met other families, felt immediately welcome, spoke with MANY other parents. Yesterday could not have been more different. I ended up speaking with one person, a young woman who recently moved here, who has a mutual friend. She was getting her kids and leaving and walked past me and recognized me and we talked for about 5 minutes. That was it. Chad had met me there, since I had a drs apt at 1:00, so he took the kids and I left. We were there for a little over 30 minutes and had I ever suspected it'd be that way, we'd have NEVER went.<br />
I am still digesting how to handle it, whether I address it with the group as a whole on our page on facebook or just let it go. I would NEVER want another person to feel like we did yesterday, but I also do not want to stir up drama or be thought of as this dramatic mess.<br />
I know I could have put myself into conversations, but it's hard when it's so obvious that you are NOT welcome. I've lived long enough to know when a person's simply not welcome.<br />
I told Chad, maybe it's time I start looking outside of the military for support, since our time is ending. Maybe this was the Lord's way to begin to prepare me for civilian life.<br />
This has made me miss Germany so much. I miss my Bamberg home school group. My sweet friends who would and never did make a new family feel excluded, but instead probably overwhelmed them with love and welcoming them to the group. I have no memories of anyone ever being excluded.<br />
I don't know how I'm going to handle this yet, but I know I want to be gentle and most of all be led by the Lord.<br />
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It took just 5 seconds of Chad turning his back for this to happen and we're now a week and 1 day out from this and I still find myself tearing up and feeling sick, to know the pain my little girl experienced. I just hate it. <br />We returned to Wichita the following Tuesday (as in 3 days ago) and went to the burn specialists. He was happy with how she's healing up and said that after today we do not have to wrap her left hand any longer. I asked how long it may take (knowing that every one heals different and every burn is different) and he said it could take possibly 2 months, there are a lot of factors that go into it. If she still has skin that's alive and healthy on her hands (palms and fingers) then it'll heal faster and if not it'll take longer and then we may have to discuss her having a graf done, but he does not at this point think surgery/graf will be necessary. The thing is, it's just a matter of waiting and seeing though. We go back next Tuesday to his office so he can once again check her hand and see the healing process. <br />I am in such awe of Olivia. She had such a rough start to life and showed nothing but courage and strength as a newborn that knew no difference. Here she is at just a little over a year old, once again showing strength and courage. I know I would cry and complain constantly if it was me, although I so wish it was me over her. I have learned a great deal about burns, honesty far more than I ever wanted to know. <br />
Chad is excellent at changing Olivia's dressings, I on the other hand, am not. I'm extremely thankful that it's not left up to me to do, although this week, I'm going to work on doing it so I can do it alone, since next week he has 24 hour duty one day and I will have to do it alone, with the most help being from Emma, which will not really be help! <br />
Next week our big boys will be off to camp for a week. I'm excited for them, but I know I'll miss them. Jack is so excited, tomorrow both the boys will get packed and we'll pick up any items that are needed that we don't have. <br />
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After 3 1/2 hours I was finally called back to a room. The PA I saw didn't believe it was broken, and honestly it being broken was nothing I'd even considered. He pushed on where it was swollen and I thought I was going to crawl out of my skin because of the pain. He pushed a little lower and the nausea took over. Off to Xray and confirmed nothing appeared to be broken. I pulled/stretched a ligament in my foot. I am icing it often, staying off of it, taking vicadin for pain (not working), and motrin (because you can't go to an Army hospital and not get the Ranger Candy!). I was still hurting, but it wasn't unbearable. Saturday I did great and kept off of it all day. Sunday had church, I sang, although they got me a stool to sit on and sing from, then after church it was time to tear down from VBS. I took some things down and then was ordered to sit, which I did. Then friends that attend the church that our decorations were going to, to be used, showed up and lots of hugs and chatting began and I was standing more. Came home and sat down, and a friend came out for a while with her baby. I was good and kept my foot propped up and iced. That evening I hobbled around here and there, not using my crutches like I should. This morning I woke up in so much pain. <br />I know, I know I did this to myself. I have more swelling and the pain is just over the top. I'm icing it, staying on top of my meds (which don't help, but I'm just hoping something will kick in). I've decided if it still hurts like this tomorrow I'm calling to see if I can get into my PCM (Primary Care Manager aka dr). put <br /><br />The lesson to be learned. Don't be stupid like me if you injure yourself, do over do it, just stay be good and stay down! <br />
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Here's a few that I've taken. <br />
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I know the Lord has called me to this place right now, and although I don't completely understand it fully, I must find joy in it, and honestly I've not felt a lot of joy in my heart lately, but I think that may be why the Lord has called me to this place of solitude.<br />
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I want to be obedient. I want to be a good wife and not complain all the time to Chad, and I want to be a good mother, a better mom.<br />
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I have been so blessed in this life, and I sadly do need to be reminded sometimes of how blessed my life is. The Lord has blessed me with 6 beautiful and amazing children, 5 of which I have right here to raise. Yesterday at church our pastor was preaching on Proverbs 1:7-12 and the verse that truly struck my heart and Chad's was verse 8...to summarize fathers are to instruct their children and mother's are to teach. Such conviction and great instruction for both of us as parents and a reminder and confirmation that parenting is both of our responsibilities.<br />
I have not been the best mom lately...from being too harsh to being lazy in my mothering. I don't want to look back with regrets, or at least not many regrets. Every day is a new start and blessing and it's time I stop taking for granted the blessings the Lord's bestowed upon me.<br />
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I hope my fellow Momma's will pray on these verses, let them encourage you, and seek HIS wisdom.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;">Listen, my son, to your father's instruction and do not forsake your mother's teaching.</span><br />
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I finally made a decision that gives me peace. I've held onto so much anger, sadness, confusion, and just feeling unsettled, but now there's just peace. I honestly don't know if I'll be blogging anymore, I get just a couple people at most who even comment, not sure if anyone else even reads. <br />
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The trend I've seen the last week is something that really, really disturbs me and I find just sad. That trend? Dishonoring Mother's Day. Okay, now before you think I'm heartless to the childless, the grieving (um...HELLO), to those who are struggling with infertility, let me tell you now I'm not. My heart BREAKS for the woman, whose one constant prayer and heartbreak is not being a mother, who aches for the child that's yet to fill her arms. I do not know how that feels. With that though, I have been the Momma who on Mother's Day, on her 2nd Mother's Day had empty arms, because only 2 days prior I buried my daughter and THIS year, THIS Mother's Day, May 12, 2013 is the 13th anniversary of when I buried Jordyn. This is a sacred day for this momma, so my heart is there. What I see though in blog after blog is "don't throw it in non-mom's faces" "be careful when celebrating Mother's Day at church, when out to eat, when shopping". I'm sorry, but NO. We should be celebrating Mom's. GOD created Mommas and we should honor that gift. I am not saying screaming and carrying on here, I'm saying there is absolutely nothing more loving than our CHURCH body standing up and saying "Mommas you are loved, you are remembered, and today we're remembering you." I can tell you that every time Chad was deployed and missed Mother's Day, if it had not been for our church, the day would have passed as any other Sunday. Now I do not need gifts, but I'd be lying if I said I do not LOVE me some homemade cards and my kids greeting me with "Happy Mother's Day, we love you". I love it. Call me self-centered if you will, but it's honest. I am humbled and honored that after Jordyn died, the Lord has seen it fit to allow me to be a mom to 5 more children. I love being a mom. I am so thankful.<br /><br />I want to encourage all of you to of course be gentle and loving to your friends and loved ones whose arms are empty, but do NOT be afraid to celebrate the Mother's in your lives, to hug your friend who just had a new baby, or the grandma in your church who doesn't get to see her children or grandchildren often and let her know she's special and she's remembered.<br />
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You know so often mom's feel under-valued, so often they don't feel like they're really contributing to society, they feel lonely, that what they do really isn't that important or that big of a deal. It IS just the opposite, and I'm one who often devalues my role as a mother, but then the Lord reminds me sometimes gently and sometimes with a great big shake...that this is the role he created me for. That I'm here to mother these amazing people and if he sees my value, who am I not to?<br />
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I beg you to love on the mother's in your life and if that's also you, then don't feel guilted by this new trend of attempting to make you feel guilty that you are going to be celebrated and appreciated on Sunday. Instead thank the Lord for the blessing of being a mother, that you have blessings that want to make you pasta necklaces, dandelion bouquets, and homemade cards. You are beautiful, you are doing a hard job, and you are appreciated.<br />
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There are details that will forever remain etched on my heart and in my mind. When I try, I can still smell her. I can still almost feel her warm breath on my neck as she falls asleep on my shoulder, as I rock her and sing to her.<br />
She'd be 15 years old now.<br />
I am so thankful for those precious 2 years I had with her on this earth. She lived a difficult life in many eyes, dx with cancer 6 days before her first birthday. Her last year she was in and out of hospital, chemo, radiation, a bone marrow transplant. She had the most contagious smile, her eyes danced with joy, and her love for Jesus radiated from her.<br />
Not a day goes by that I don't long to still be able to wrap her up in my arms. I loved her well, she loved me well. Most of all the Lord loves/loved us both well. He's never let me go, he's still Holy, just, powerful, and amazing. I'm still humbled that he calls me his daughter. I'm humbled that he allowed ME, this sinful, mess of a woman to be this amazing child's mother. That he allowed me bring her into this world and he allowed me to hold her as she left it. There is nothing more precious than that, my friends.<br />
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