Monday, July 25, 2016

An Event-Filled Week

A few things have happened since my last post. 

First thing is, I made the decision to no longer to keep my baby girl on a daily basis. Doing so, I was overcome with anxiety, fear, and guilt. A decision that hurts my family feels selfish. I was anxious because I had to tell my daughter. I am afraid because I know that my daughter faces challenges everyday that most young mothers take for granted, and all of the above added more guilt.

At this point in my life, it is important for me to take care of myself too. I saw my doctor last week. She feels that most of my health problems are stress-related. I'll be honest, the change from a small rural town to big city living has not been what I expected. I am away from home almost 12 hours some days and 10 hours everyday. I almost go to sleep coming and going and I frequently have panic attacks because of the traffic.

I was rear-ended on Wednesday and I thought I was having a heart-attack. It Really just knocked the breath out of me and I am so grateful.

Please pray for provision-the best childcare for my baby and decisions that may need to be made for my daughter's well-being and another source of income for Mr. H and me.

Thank God my niece was not with me that morning. She was a big help through out the week.

Connor and Cora enjoyed the flavored ice more than they did the splash pad. Baby Harp enjoyed sidewalk chalk and Connor and Sarah took to a movie, The Secret Life of Pets.

I am anxious to read about what is going on in your lives but I have my mother in law for the next two weeks and friends from home the next weekend. I will be away for awhile once again. Will catch up with you soon. 

Monday, July 18, 2016

Family Comes to Town

My sister and family came to town. My niece is staying with me this week. We spent most of Saturday giving our little abode a good cleaning. 

Although certainly not a large house, it has more square footage than our home back home. You can feel it too when you start to clean. 

We are now watering weeds but have some grass, and a few flower bushes are actually budding. Who would figure that anything could grow in this heat wave! 

These two are enjoying each other. Little bit wouldn't have anything to do with me 

She fell in love with her big cousin. I enjoyed my sister even if it was for a brief moment. I look forward to a week with my niece.

Our buddy sang in church yesterday.

This little spunky chic keeps us on our toes.

Love them all so much!

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Word and Wees

Thank you to those who have prayed for me this week. Sometimes the reality of life, illness and death hits you like an unexpected break of a wave on the ocean. 

I have so many hurting friends at home. When you move away you are alone in your grief and prayers and confusion. However, I know "I am not alone for my Father is with me."

I did what I do when I'm stressed (besides eat), I paint. I did it! I painted my front door.

From blue... gray.

If you could see the whole house, you could see that the blue didn't work. I'll show you in another post. Our house needed some continuity. I'm better satisfied. 

My garage is full of projects that I am giving away today.

Yes, that would be me! Never-finish- what-you-started. The chest would require more than I'm willing to give so I'll give-as in- give it away. It has a thick coat of enamel paint that I thought I could cover with chalk paint. Ugh!

I'm getting $10 for the splintered shutter that I found by the side of the road.  

I'm keeping the shorter one.

Took this little bit to the splash pad yesterday.

She made a friend.

Afraid at first,

It didn't take her long to enjoy!

Thanks for letting me share my woes and wees.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Roses Will Bloom Again...Again

I used this title once before when I was writing about my parents.

The song was written by a friend of a friend
and recorded several years ago by Jeff and Sheri Easter.

I need reminding today that Roses Will Bloom Again.

I got a call yesterday morning from a friend asking me to pray 
for another friend who was in ICU and on a ventilater.

I had taken a facebook break and had no idea what was going on back home. 

It didn't look good...she's had you on her mind for several days...heart attack...
TTP...bone marrow test...

Everything just kinda ran together.  My thoughts were rambled.

"What do you think I should do?"

"Give her daughter a call."

My connection with Shirley was a brief one in the span of eternity.
She worked around the corner from me.  She owned a jewelry shop
and I loved to visit on my lunch hour.  She had a young daughter the age of mine.
They went to different schools.
She helped me choose my daughter's first charm bracelet.

Shop closed and we frequently ran into each other at Walmart,
the only place in town to shop.
Our kids enter middle school.
Our lives merge again.

Briefly, nevertheless connected for a moment.


High School Theatre

Enter "Frenchie" and "Sandy."

For those years, we never missed a rehearsal, never missed a show, 
never missed it!!!

We talked and laughed and the director had to call us down a time or two, 
a lasting connection.

Shirley said, "Does it get any better than this?"
I know, right?
Watching our girls whom we love better than life, 
do what they love better than life!
They were Bigger than LIFE!

Graduation, babies, infertility and we'd frequently run into each in Walmart.

"How's Miriam?"
"How's Christy?"

"Were those years not the best???"

"The best!"

Fast Forward 2015
Washington County High School 
Theatre Reunion

Frenchie and Sandi are reunited.

I'm making my way out of the theatre at the last show.

I hear someone call my name!

Big Smile.  Big Hug.

"Missed you."
"Missed you."
"Was this not the best! Does it get any better than this?"

A brief conversation with her daughter.
"Oh, Mrs. Bonnie, thank you so much for calling.
We were talking about you a few days ago."

On the she can rest...sweet, sweet girl
who loves the Lord and loves her mama.

"Can I pray with you?"

I have no idea what I said.  It honestly felt like empty words spoken.
I even told the Lord that!

Teach Sunday School.  Asked the class to pray. I left early with that nagging pain 
and decided that maybe I just needed to be home so I could pray.
I prayed, felt nothing.  Told the Lord that!

In the middle of the prayers, I get a text...
"She's gone."


My thoughts are all over the place. 
You were thinking of me?

A brief connection can last a lifetime.

Why in those final moments did she think of me?

I can't wrap my mind around it. 

"Be still, my soul and know that He is God."


(I'm bringing out my pink roses for sure!)