tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58783203332497029502024-03-18T12:57:58.521-07:00Vintage Girl 901Vintage Girl 901White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.comBlogger965125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-74556538933531451582018-10-29T20:05:00.001-07:002018-10-29T20:05:16.816-07:00I Didn’t See It ComingThis is the beginning of busy. The week before last at the nursing home, I hosted a TN/AL Divided House Party. Last week was the Halloween Party. This week is Halloween and I am preparing for our Women of Covenant weekend. I had to work both Saturday and Sunday and today the body and mind shut down. My BP was 188/110 and the nurses insisted that I go to the ER. I was having Shortness of Breath which felt like anxiety except I was having chest, shoulder and arm discomfort. I was there from 10:30-5:00. The EKG, chest X-ray, and blood work were all good. Blood pressure finally came down after 4 hours of resting and nitrate? I think they said.<div><br></div><div>On the drive to work this morning, I remembered the scripture my mama shared with me when the kids were young and we were driving teenagers all over Georgia. God promises, “As thy days so shall thy strength be.” Deut. 33:25 Meaning that He will provide the strength needed for each day.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_bb06_dd3e_34d5_b6af" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgV0KujtDV2LQqHXuM1T9vhcc2_lqAYwHfi0l7WUUV_XtJbuL-n8xJKkWG3F-ptdWUjGV_dBIo2sgKb5gseQQWm8SK0XN9eUIlgRJUznhIPePLizeWBDIvGV8t6F6zMHP5vfO-xXMwqi1h/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_2c5c_b49b_46e3_e496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy21QhvC73Po5-782QswW0lMsNQKDXGFQv0YIplRENTttNtT3nYpiGq1xJ_nqUE3JIQ5P1yL-Kr52ND2EHY04aSHudz0uUQQ2HU2gd-23Zv0hX4_gL2Yzw4DWA9cfpddIAEjsVMZ2f-4J/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_758f_119_3843_8a34" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU345ZkH5xV-9Htacmi7luGVcI3s0Y4NyVZZnVfC7qcLYijEqwb7nF5_JBcdIAHWeleeYkufgwWwZzkBdyi2TbMcbh_cdJd9V04MalpT4LH3HeGv8kUlAUWd6rTP1OQ7JTlcrZpos11x-Q/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4e5b_24d9_744d_b305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRoBImVRPZ3K-9o_G8dYBd-vu184EJdWFRsEZtNuQnXW_FmnzLoCfhxmGmZQDJe76zu9f65C6NaV9BxzWHiwsgQBlOmWuKPAmzlW7-nv-szhzZPwvXrpT5AtoqdXTcyJtbYa0iWI0lz7j/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_7a2c_c8f_84a4_51ce" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_N1btkQ6_FuxL8tcBX4shmkR3ioCIZy4ay34vMcQhPH-XtX0qXN2gxx5ycMvdSnf6lRKxsvruo9-4_0B-ssALxAzcfJvmwCUNM0aXDgYsH2udFv2AomNfPuI_FhERJKGxDn_0Vx2VNkS/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_3a7f_973e_851b_9bdd" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegQEiCG9FvwzW8JXySh5aB5ZWFm4IQq4PcHM_wUjQ1defguJa0at6opnrHRWv6GNuy-2CchcBP0Qyp3wT_6zP48er4p24p5wBeLNHEG1AsJj3BsLHX8AaPUXXXHerDXYS4Utw4OhxmUF5/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_861_8730_1c89_f2c6" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6zuy0sGmqYJuXic-b0Qc5gPGsXiTaFfTQdmPwrcKeI8NStBJI2AyGQgu3hDx_lloKpQI9D8ZehfmU3yciWSkj3Q9E7tAgDStOkadDiNAgcNcNiBI2v5Vk79h9r7W0n8FmCjumxg67DXd/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6ddb_2b9c_521d_5176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rSGsyKMkDBS7nZE4CK7JVGrSBZjNxTr-w0GWH9-bnI0bSWeiEfTbXcWUPQOtwWxuFQlxKwzPFRq_PEjKTA-K1k6Woy2oFXlyUDclvccE-R3XUGFfcLTFqQTemJ99n5IaJLddyh_Y_SUb/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_c862_6535_dda8_e629" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcif-l1OdDmxcCyfj_qBl-rmZPqfiRJg5UuBzf51F3jG60JcJ3jjpSRNyLiew_4LUGc2XjBQOllRC8bIm35JuckEjSF_Y8wS67i0BVgLNF7ykX2vvMijbqeuVHXrPUJcBOk_NHYdVtDCE/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_ce5b_e7c0_61d8_241a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKcv9HqMSv_o5HhV_NpJiBgN9kyINwo6TEhmAvzfUfoRCRC-bb_iTGco9Ef91rWtdu9miwt9e0t8E3YQLgS6S-KAMVjUyXQASPD9AOVSsPf8u1ghA0SVAqH9iHKzKMfPRGDBrUEom6NyZy/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_680_47e0_6945_8e0a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZHdwD4mNkc1OcQ5e6xnkLepChqtBIKr4egPGlSFpJp1iqD3cdQT1oOWhu5njzbrwkU64pmDt1fs-uXKa1zi1XwUlkHB_ZveKsdFuzY8_wOXvwjlxePbMZR9_BJ_g46YX0mi88pbItFO-/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8e3d_9aeb_a207_395f" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2F1PGQ12i0pJnbQk3oYUPa2D9JPcmTAYBoOsR59n194ojr_P_1haGk5RO1z5T5fR85Fgc6ZH-7OD0sXeJfZlDOsoyr1x3e2iuF4sf-0W1TQBi7gfKK19zhKHybXvPVnKjbchERqBtRMKr/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br>Connor had a birthday party- 7 years old! We decorated cookies, painted rocks and pumpkins two weekends in a row and I’m getting ready for my MK Holiday Open House. As I write this, I am</div><div>Understanding why the meltdown. Mania spirals.</div><div>I didn’t see it coming this time.</div><div><br></div><div>Hugs to you. Prayers Appreciated</div><div><br></div><div>Bonnie</div>White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-67744284157758689252018-10-14T21:53:00.002-07:002018-10-14T22:27:19.758-07:00Pretty In PinkAmong a few of my favorite things is Pink and Mary Kay Cosmetics. The name of my business Facebook page is Bonnie's Pretty in Pink. Everyone who knows me knows my love for all things PINK. <br />
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As I said in my last post, I am working a most stressful job. I have to make time-seriously pencil it in-time for my babies. It makes me sad that I rarely know my 2 month old because I'm working all the time. I know that Mary Kay is not a cure-all. It scares me to death to be doing this again, but I so want to get out of the rat-race of living the fast-paced manic lifestyle. If I can make this work, I can work a part-time job for less money and do what I love. This is in me. Do you hear me? I've done this successfully before and had fun with it off and on for 20 years. <br />
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I don't want to go through a door that has been shut, but I do pray for open doors as I embark upon this journey that I started years ago. I'm also praying for God's will in other areas of ministry. <br />
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In 1987, God called me to teach women. Although, I have done this in some capacity from time to time, I feel like I have most often been in the middle of the Jordan. I'm no longer in Egypt, but I'm not in my Promised Land either. I'm praying that God will open my eyes and ears to His will and His direction.<br />
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If you love Mary Kay and have no consultant, please give me a chance to serve you. You can order directly from the above site. If you spend over $50, I will go in and defray the cost of shipping. <br />
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Thank you so much. My posts will not be about my business. Just trying to get the word out. <br />
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-70793417414887916012018-10-14T07:12:00.001-07:002018-10-14T22:24:53.551-07:00Happy Fall Y’all Oh what a beautiful morning! I’m singing🏈🎼 . It finally feels like Fall in Middle Tennessee.<br />
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Once again, I am doing Mary Kay and preparing for my Holiday Open House.</div>
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We have new awesome skin care and I love it!</div>
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Visit me at <a href="http://www.marykay.com/bhitchcock">www.marykay.com/bhitchcock</a>. Be on the look out for Pink Friday deals. (Black Friday) If you’re out of anything, feel free to shop.</div>
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Happy Fall Y’all!</div>
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-63799229202072820712018-08-29T22:47:00.001-07:002018-08-29T22:47:52.169-07:00I am so glad to be going home to GA for a few days. It’s been a busy two weeks. We have a new baby, Claire Grace, who was a week old on Monday.<div><img id="id_a7cd_c37b_6e9c_3079" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHtlHtO-PRCZ1Sr57Ur3GBs0Bl73ChoGfdAZgwsnTfDwXIaDOmUXVsGvqFr5zXflHLwDMTFgBiMfIdHvmcvKifLqYHEyb7NkFbCN-FcEzwKJqvHkibgOW4F38Aq-Qz5442FPDxGfPodIR/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_67a5_8d77_a262_5618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqdWiaKYgnE0Z6GWR1qm9YW9NnhjikJqe4BMCVw1UpwKO5LAJmQSnj34KlWYSqmfmlITHvJPVjVK-LOBPUNFl_EZJdzz213fVAXJROMjyXQlI6Da06lp8Oh-DoGXNgDYZXtSpbGW3VEVs/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_28d_8ae9_e2c4_f62d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtbsA1TlyQ8SEymWL2Pr_bSpOuiaQ6eTLjaECWTkOApgxBTZHaozKmNXmEBN-hB6eJ8f18NbrVPoLl26IG_f8J1auu8p7n3JWvN_mYFczAvikL0rfz9Q_KmM2j9zbrws1Q4Pcd7UZToip/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6cb_73a3_8434_e2b2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUGWOSj3bj-G6aCK25WGKjr7LIKM8hJWuipBgG4r1akR_VnSFfCtjhxB6SF4YYsV5bDSH7VFWd7Z1r-TETwBlFBol9Lj1eIxr-Uy_P63WCdiDqtP5Z9oqw2WoDtgyUCSEJBuegEA4YdC8/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_13f1_1989_dac8_9d0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhceDZK5Nzc5akI9wd9_0D5c4X_W9P6Xhq3wtg_sQ-5v3haJbZfAez48xGX_Y-BxA_qgfJRU28Y4UE4XyHVWSmMcLZR_cPR_RyQTOKfLASA6MRM4KdDkDNrZ7Nm9PdNZbft9VQgU78Qfnw0/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_c81f_d930_1eef_bfe6" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdpUhQg3_QJVPmVZdYBKHZ9w47F9i8sk-TRZV7dMRD2k76SdCnMSSuU-07d0Etqu-JqdStoowRNyqMqxT98IyFNhYAs0QNaua0v5CYu6bAuMO4RnP4WZLJowuDIwGRqrjOZej1yQtLVyL/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_fb09_4418_c11_95bb" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpe0tKrDFOPOiWsNquE_rjEzuTwl_TjfWA3KIdSgQ2NB3BXPGHzpKXwDu2f_djp9ZnTcCp-_nqWZfUCCHU79b1T9iQWStqq1ZlpHBrJPhUoGhnYjVblpaZHKodjWTaSJ8UxNfdC-Xpitq/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8419_dad6_9c1f_cd43" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpR2-hEIOXhH96HjPMoLtQ_MMTyHAm3W5o6RXLJ2FSFHncu_m2V7TkrGnI1h4V3rilV3DQRx4VXOh68xKsdlG5hiOO8auRgGIv7AZjgJ4bs_WbQUtqfLH8FHPMwTA5OlY_6wTajFSolLG4/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_3783_7404_4e87_fae0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHD9yd9jzoyGoVB1vtpozfDA5fNVNVBo4XC0nhPGJV3lyCvftE4P3Z2epLqWQ2_dFzChiTdch_U2j_XLr9PErbmSRAlJ03Cn4huw5QLsptGxduBoOlAe1a0jweRrdpYVAu0uxoAFQbyq1/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_f57e_6ced_8bbb_c6de" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5c8Di5clG_Yq7btsT2pWm13WSdXfzVmU5zfhdwY3Hu-hUVR7u6buHpRyWy0WLWC4ZY-KwhU6LBn8gAeKszpUDRr3HKtCuMbYBMw5dl-W3IhB5ks8ff-iGQU8JL01ZvEzAUA_KKU2rZLX9/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br>I just can’t get enough! They are super excited. My little girl is trying to find her place in this threesome. She has been the baby for 4 1/2 years. You can see those raw emotions in her little face. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_9e71_ab40_439_f104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6js1SszBN_YxdfRnsKjt1VxFV9ri4PUH1mQi2oPky_rmxCivi23BC2L4GXEowDElfu2VM5gRR6mM-11jNKO7zc4S8kgjK0M_6hzULmurwEJP-1nI0wLxwwakcLtFSwCz189zj2mBv5Nlx/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_f4aa_f32a_fe49_3228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbBbOffUB8vbviyuOninORME9bTudcwFsmjXhrlVQAQeMC7eRDyFjgNwJpYJYvHYG97IRwAxeQ7DO5BHUbIgH4tsy-s5-aVrndZaCOxPK031TCHBL63Ph_LI8vysbIuXv_AGLds2eyspN/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br>These are my favorites! </div><div><br></div><div>One more and this makes me swell with pride.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_7c99_eba6_ddb0_7294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0zeGEFH47OBmz5KsNJN7iVN3pZNdP_mS84XuIQDbXy478AXftTQ_51pr8Wl9Vf-R5gQJBDKFhtn-Qcl-9QF5yblaIJ-0eipMOnWy92XKCBJ4VmkTe-2kkJbzcRyfutV3Icu-egTOXqzS/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><br></div><div>This Instagram screen shot was on Christina’s page. My baby with his baby! I love the way they love each other and those babies. </div><div><br></div><div>I’ll miss them all this weekend, but a few days away will be good.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_8a04_7328_cf44_58d3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gf-b6yuv4LjO6gejgdZQsoDyqWsopHicZ1YHOkc_w6HOQiGZVE5l2Azx032vABxDvuaPgUgeWPZoFxjskn03wn_9o7msuM_0E2aZfVKuOj0qpj3Pf9Pt9w541otNPLkv7iVWaluLdD6N/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br>This one is on her way to Disneyworld!</div><div><br></div><div>See ya soon!</div>White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-5895754487472374082018-08-11T13:27:00.003-07:002018-08-11T13:33:00.503-07:00Goodbye Facebook, Hello Blogging Friends. <div align="center">
I am taking a break from Facebook for several reasons.</div>
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"Others have comments, why don't I."</div>
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This has been a hard few months for us, a test.</div>
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David has always been the strong one, </div>
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We've sought peace, pursued it and experienced it.</div>
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However, if the enemy can't get in one way, he'll try another. </div>
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He's tried, through Facebook, to convince me that our friends at home, <br />
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That we were gone and forgotten.<br />
He is a LIAR! </div>
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Last, there's always the tendency to compare.</div>
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"Her family's perfect."</div>
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"They always get vacations! The only trip I get is to the grocery store."</div>
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When I am blogging, I tend to look for the beauty in things-<br />
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how fences, keep others out. </div>
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By the way, we found out <br />
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He has a couple of large ones and the rest are like grains of sand. <br />
His prostate is another problem, but no cancer. <br />
A couple of surgeries or one.<br />
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We have had 15 new admissions in the past couple of weeks. I feel like I am meeting myself in the halls. The active residents are jealous and demanding of my time. Some of them are down-right rude to the new members. Oh, God, as my mama prayed, keep me sweet in my old age. <br />
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-43944532421521517332018-07-24T23:53:00.001-07:002018-07-24T23:53:49.591-07:00With Praise and a Grateful HeartI’m sorry that’s it’s taken me so long to share the news. It’s truly been a test of learning to wait on the Lord. Every time I wanted to call a friend or google symptoms and blood tests, I sensed the Holy Spirit say, “Trust Me.” The children were scared. I could see it in their eyes. My PA son said, “I’m not gonna say I’m not worried.” This is the child who gets upset only about heart issues(his specialty). <div><br></div><div>I believed for the best, but prepared for the worse. I can’t tell you how overwhelming it was to walk into a waiting room of sick people and magazines and flyers about cancer treatments everywhere. God was faithful and I had walked in peace but before we saw the doctor, I thought I may throw up. </div><div><br></div><div>I told the nurse of having no idea what was going on, no explanation about blood work, a 3 week wait after an immediate referral to oncology. The doctor came in quickly after looking at new blood draws. </div><div><br></div><div>She looked to be in her 20s. They get younger and younger. She put us at ease right way when she said, “Oncology doesn’t automatically mean cancer.” Her words, “Your labs are perfect.” Not borderline. Not high. Not low. “PERFECT.” She feels like it was a virus that seems to be causing blood values to go down instead of up. She said she had been called to consult on 3-4 in hospital patients with the same symptoms and labs. </div><div><br></div><div>I honestly believe his sickness has been related to the tick bite a few months ago because he’s been sick since then. Whatever the case may be, I know that He has experienced God’s healing hands. He is having some more issues and will see a urologist tomorrow. We know, trust, rely on the Lord who has brought us this far. We know that He has all things under control.</div><div><br></div><div>We’ve not spent much time with the kiddos. I needed this respite!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_9869_91c1_3a78_ec52" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPqCChnslMgXlMVyJnUGqSPcoA_ky-iJifC-xZG8bqhjemtz8iGj6B4tDeYa0zzNf05mIvaLHcyol8frXPHPQRKjwzDvFocRUZthxjyMeZ_ib8htMn-ArFMIZPtozstcqkXe8KEH3R-6j/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6ee9_1cb9_30f8_af05" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SqFkJoNrk8Q1yS1cdQEYxNGTEhHt0IZGWODLDT2Rg-dmlcTq9dZJ-AhIEnN7Qhyphenhyphen1ED14di9NIpfGmFljfhJxpZdNUnlQEERhtIDtUldXAUDqdW7ZC7sCXTymluHO-LcjoQK-2S63nc6o/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4586_7da5_ce94_e132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTmYDVT0gaQvcMZovHZ_A7GVtLKVaa742O2fFrJfhCNOVMdyAyEvuk1ULh6_owGgzsW_6GmtH6CaSyQVS0EQQR-fdQ08-pVFL0Z0CAlyVprkc5-tFPMKwftktRI5sAZakD9quu0QzhwLK/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_a310_b302_3738_5ee0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-HUXynzOLo2G586E8T2aVSNDFsT_qpvLsP6mmDxRa5QqV1E1myg8psSAZzmLUu2eyIag2LR_BNcFeYt8WS1lCnbw3a63HqXea0LyJhRp8kvfauVn1HfIrHRp7h9Lw7P7svxC7BncF3zJ/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br>Thanks for your prayers. I continue to believe in a God who loves us so completely and He has a hope and a future for us! (Jeremiah 29:11)</div><div><br></div>White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-86113634470105886022018-07-12T19:35:00.000-07:002018-07-12T19:35:19.216-07:00Quietly Trusting GodIt's been a while. I've had such a hard time with Blogger and my not being computer-savvy doesn't help. It takes me so long to post on my phone and then who knows, it may or may not post. I just want to thank you for understanding when I don't reply or visit your blogs. I keep hoping that things will slow down a bit so that I can get back to connecting with my buddies. <br />
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I am writing to ask you to pray. David has been sick off and on since a tick bite and a diagnosis of Lyme Disease. No lab work. Just urgent care and the bulls-eye rash. Oh how I wish we had followed up with his primary doctor. He has had various "viruses" and "flu-like symptoms" and has visited Urgent Care several times since then. Almost three weeks ago, he got a tremendous headache. His joints were aching. He had chills and fever. When he went to our Primary Care Physician, he had lost 20 pounds since his visit 3 months prior. They did some blood work in the office. His labs were not good, but they thought they must be a fluke. The test for Lyme Disease was sent off and he was told to come back for repeat lab work on Monday. (This was a Thursday.) His blood was negative for Lyme Disease. The initial CBC was low on all counts, WBC, RBC, Hct, Hgb, etc. They were not "critical" but still low. Being in healthcare for 35 years, I've seen enough labs to know that this is abnormal. The repeat labs showed the same thing. The next phone call was a referral to Tennessee Oncologist. Our PCP never talked to him about the possibilities. It was an automatic referral. <br />
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The story to find God's peace is a testimony in and of itself. Sometime when God's finished giving us a miracle, I'll share how very real He has been to me. Right now, I am at peace. I am not being negative, but realistic that the results may not be what we'd like to hear. Or God may have already answered our prayers and he will be clear when we get there Thursday. Either way, God has been working through it all. He is going to be okay. In my spirit, God spoke to me and said, "This sickness will not end in death." Someone else said, "He will live and not die." And I added, "And proclaim the goodness of the Lord in the land of the Living." There's so much of a redemptive work going on here, in our marriage, with our children, with family, in our finances. Keep us in your prayers.<br />
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We love the 4th of July. David was not feeling well, the kids and myself were a little rattled by it all, but we wanted to get together. We like to invite Christina's mom and dad every year. We can watch the fireworks at the fair from our back deck. We do our own version of fireworks. Getting together with family always helps, although I was not myself and a bit on edge. <br />
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<br />White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-85883504729444632192018-06-10T20:13:00.001-07:002018-06-10T20:13:40.999-07:00I've been really busy since my last post. <br />
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Of course, I started a new job, which has challenges of its own. The nursing population has changed in the last 5 years. I can remember going to a nursing home as a child with my preacher-daddy. It was scary then. I remember residents trying to grab me and yelling for help. As I grew up, I saw all of that change and I don't think it was only through my adult eyes. The government really began to find ways to fund and help long-term residential homes. Now, federal funding is helping families keep their loved ones home as long as they can with assistance provided. While I totally agree, it changes the nursing home population, and it really is end-of-life care in many places. I am just reevaluating my life and what I feel that I can realistically do. I spent two hours sitting with 2 residents on Friday while I had a roomful waiting for the next activity. There's so much to do, documentation, meetings, MDS, new admissions (we had 5 on Friday) and discharges (we had 3), room checks everyday which is basically doing what the aides don't do, picking up dirty diapers off the floor, changing out trash bags because housekeeping doesn't have time, filling up water pitchers with ice and water, checking call lights and this is only to name a few. I have 5 rooms and a check list of about 50 items. I can't do it all. The aides are frustrated. They bring them to me to take care of. The nurses don't have time. They bring them to me so they can pass meds. Administration is looking at the money and state regs and documentation, crossing all the I's and dotting the T's, it's gotta all look right on paper. Admissions is trying to keep census up. I haven't figured out what Social Services does because it seems I'm handling grievances, lost and stolen items, grief care. I guess I'm gonna seem to everyone to be the person who can't be satisfied. <br />
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May was busy. At the facility, we had Senior Citizens Day, Mother's Day Reception (it was huge), Nursing Home week with daily activities, Community Bingo, Memorial Day Cook-out. As a family, we went home to GA to celebrate my Y2K nephew's high school graduation. We enjoyed a great weekend with family and friends. There was Chad's birthday, Cora's pre-school graduation, Connor's Kindergarten program. <br />
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It was Super-hero night so we made masks.</div><img id="id_dd9_7ab1_edbc_98ee" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1idfVHC4ibdBTHRITRfuZE6gprEtzqx4OwLwn8UpVr75Z6KhsnyPdS_KOq0fwo7LWK8HcSAJxZM2cG3BfW6uWwVo78LWBSnEmjep4ETG1fNT56KePJ9_B1xezreNIIryLbzbi5N__PvQl/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><div><br></div><div>Then we went to the park. It was a gorgeous day!</div><div><br></div><div>Harper and I went another night.</div><div><img id="id_879_4c0b_8db0_d4f7" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyItEIg9nayWTs570XpfV7T8IBqB0CUkXk09Pt-z3bXyD42rwxfIbrnTY_e1XaUf3G2PjZI9VhOdEBUUbFsJzMgW0buCL5DMqDRx5zCxq4gzQ3PbuXDotDgXbUpWX32NyPZcbGoT-2H3Vx/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>Yesterday, Christy and I went to the Country Living Fair and Harper went along. </div><img id="id_3854_e723_83e9_70af" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX3C7EnctoFFEBYvk1QezV24WjtznxQMnaRrAMq7BLq72ub9mur2CZuGk4ymcm7pXxFjmiLOAfPPWcB6SDLi3KLQSMZhghyyfCf8dWM0VEH9kJeLfAQLq8C74NXVsaXUQ3SiJpOG_VYuHi/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_1b32_5f5d_6ce7_f6de" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJZoatITxpQcgpwcsfdExdH7iSkbMPrPaBBseCYakkTu69a02sKE6s6vvUVp9dnu7Tw9xBYpwQETj_oU7E_tB7wPUqn2uxQiX4aiAQZ_FsOKLRZrMbKUG-ePSyVMgF_KLWmLkUxkdjDrt/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><div><br></div><div>Thanks for your prayers. I am adjusting to my new job. I love my residents and I have hired two new assistants. That will mean weekends off and a good ole Sunday afternoon nap. </div><div><br></div><div>I got that peaceful, easy feeling! Nap, nap!</div><img id="id_abe9_727f_d503_34c0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqPkVa_d-o6-t8eeDlqA_e4AxRj_zEXKdFR4ZQOzLwfu_gmxOD-5wAizn0zkOUusEUVK-lyu0XycnD9JYO3Wa_mW60da1d0Q60ClbtXKgUDtdjSRoq84VifgtY243CTb5dKYsn0zwIz6u/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-86268024591644607412018-04-08T05:25:00.001-07:002018-04-08T05:25:11.810-07:00Once again, it’s been awhile. Please give me the luxury of expression.<div><br></div><div>I started my new job a month ago. Not what I expected but I am adjusting. I came into a situation. The home was under investigation by the state. I don’t know all the details. We have been cleared now, but the boss is still a bit uptight. It’s a great home but as they say, “one bad apple can spoil the whole bunch.” </div><div><br></div><div>It’s hard to be the new kid on the block especially when the block is new. There’s only a few employees who will let me in, but the residents love me and I adore them. I have a 94 year old retired music teacher who still reads and writes and her roommate is a 92 year old homemaker who ambulates around the facility in her chair helping others. I have a 58 year old Vietnam Vet and a veteran who served in 3 branches of service. I learned his brother was a serial killer. I have a sweet, godly man who has been told he only has s month to live who wants to attend church services and go on to be with the Lord. </div><div><br></div><div>It’s a great job even when I have to work every other Sunday for now and I hate missing church. I miss my grandchildren. I miss impromptu ice cream and tea parties. </div><div><br></div><div>Christy had an embryo transfer Friday. Everything went well and we are hoping. My son and daughter in law are expecting in August. It’s a girl, Claire Grace. Hopefully we’ll have 2 new babies before and after Christmas. </div><div><br></div><div>I soaked up some family time this weekend. I kep Harper on Friday night since Christy was recovering from the procedure. Yesterday we celebrated Cora’s birthday. Birthdays with grands are an all day and night party. God is good and we are blessed. </div><img id="id_e4ea_e97e_de18_9a9e" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6tERg_75LgrILsWWgWgTJ-QjRKKAWj00nbJuK5bjNkdCqoSBA5C_X1L_8H2l_Cr0YPFrJ-hdtVbKzWf0GHTjKJO8xklNGp1vBa4MABSoP43gGcoGsnHVsFPDKEudMMo8kV8mlcZcMOtlW/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_f64b_69a5_1511_2d15" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnt849g1YgTfDU46SVyeUG79v5XQX4S14XFoq_W5WOE5YkkKPqWzo-udrowkmi34w2zFA1Wwiww0yc3wpeDQXdR3hPf-nPavKPMLB3Txg3HvcttypuIL15NWLF5zpR8ex9YhV_qCXCXhx/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_2667_7928_5beb_5d9c" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXBhrR9SWB8ca7-vh0hgNMHnPvy6ZKUrElwHUWiL4HziB0dyKqTPFH5D6zqmC2x6gsmizthv1M1G2_D6zLMC8mzb67HXVrHwTvTXHvHYFy_qzcXByb8-ntL2408q-PtJKWyEj-VMVlJ9U/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_bda2_27d9_4805_98a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7OrQBTEbjtughGqY2YYEFtkT2B0fKGsdRo7UU-Z0TXeRPYhXvACdmOcvkEHHCuTiMwR8gYymjtM4MgGiKsynD_wpaPpbB1fQCnprZAiEvg_Zrr4uaxWcAW8Oh4FQoO8CyNLf8ky5n_oh/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2916_498a_3c1f_a9c0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnQT1oH2k5Xk7ggQTsiBm0mcs-NQ2kcUE5ww3njRUIN3MWz2PY4gDIVWR5ULEOP4hgbVA9OF8JjZtaQtqd54B3_TkORO2RJegHeebQmLrrggrHiKAfRbsE64A3kHz-lLaLNe45wdnhE39/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>Easter meant an egg hunt following a wonderful celebration of our risen Savior! My sister and family were here. It was a great day! </div><div><br></div><div>I hope to read your posts. Thanks for dropping by and for hanging in there with me the past year. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-13560479535337170132018-03-04T20:02:00.001-08:002018-03-04T20:02:56.124-08:00It was a hard week. Saying good-bye is never easy, but especially when you don’t know if you’ll ever meet again this side of heaven. But I knew I had to let go. I also had to forgive and let go of the feelings of injustice. The person who was hired to replace me was a transfer from the other center. He came with a complete program guide in hand that was never offered to me. It was obvious that he had been trained for the job. I asked my boss why I had not been shown thus and such and his replay was, “You never asked.” However, I had on numerous occasions. It’s all ok. I’ve let it go.<div>I went today to visit my new place, meet my assistant and some of the residents. There are problems that I have been made aware of. They have “cleaned house,” getting rid of some major problems. </div><div>It’s amazing how everything looks differently now. I’ve been unable to do anything but crash when I have gotten home. This weekend I felt great. I had my family over for the first time since Christmas.</div><div>These little girls are sugar and spice. </div><div><img id="id_d25b_b512_9bc9_e2a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPD7wq0rvUbWbAT7wMM_NKkaHoQKaLlsYupm7_hy8jG4BDMFDFEnF4g6k1cbAA-XfsDcDM_Yh5LQDH4_cxth-VZukaD-5riSwB7_CB3awlnVRH8H07KczJ_8iF615OQrXdFQhT8dljs0s/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_a053_846a_8b8_88df" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY2u86B5LNed0xYNed_Z3FWrq4FkeI1n0azw5uB-fCFDznzcXfBFTEUVepszZCLgxlEhfbCU1hUqA7H4I0HLU4M-7WYUmsTUK52f7X5LnBj1kQt3X3rFXgTi7NIlpK_DOOev7ftotpFUJ/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_7624_3fc9_31cf_b66f" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8AS6GbkRL2JCjlkI_MJmH6HsXNcaSOVmak6hyasZIu_tkFhHCK2AW2Fg4SaW5GeaeA1aktbMoVxuZBQLblsZc3cLNrKGbBuwcs60bXasloryKN7UMmHiV68R2v4iOjHCywjkiWuFkElM/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>Thanks for the prayers. 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<em>I saw a wooden boat turned upside down on the shoreline of a frozen lake, and the Lord said, "You have been beached for a season. The environment has been harsh and you have been relatively sidelined, but the time is near for you to launch out into the waters of My Spirit and do what you have been called to do. You will begin to navigate your life in a way that will fulfill your destiny and be rewarding at the same time."</em></div>
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My mama used to say, "Don't wish your life away." She said that many times when she'd hear me say, "I wish Friday would hurry and get here. I can't wait to graduate. I can't wait to get married and get out of here." </div>
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-809397800086235142018-02-17T09:02:00.001-08:002018-02-20T17:48:53.532-08:00Feeling ReliefI have accepted an offer with The Waters, a LTC facility in Smyrna, TN. I have peace that this is where I need to be. I was given a offer with more money and less multi-tasking. The added bonus is an easier drive with less traffic. I will be the Activity Director for a 95 bed facility. It’s big but I will have 2 assistants. My last day in my present situation is March 2. I can’t tell you the relief I feel. I’ll share more later. Thank you for your prayers.<br />
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-64336674654941563042018-02-12T21:14:00.001-08:002018-02-12T21:14:25.279-08:00Unfamiliar TerritoryAn update...<div><br></div><div>I had an interview on Saturday for an Activity Director at a Nursing Home. It’s in a smaller neighboring town. The ride was nice, not on the interstate. It felt like the home in my small town community. Of course, I was very familiar with the terms, MDS, Interdisciplinary Team, Care Plans, Quality Assurance, Surveys, Elopement (yikes). Yes, there was that one, and the home is currently under investigation. Although,in some ways that is a red flag, I truly believe that the new administration is working hard to put some things in place to greatly improve the situation and move forward. I share the same ideas as the new administrator as to what the activity program should look like. It would be a revamping of the entire program from the ground up. My head was spinning with ideas. I may not get the job, but that’s ok. I felt that I did well and it was a great boost to my self-esteem which I needed badly. I got called for an interview with the job that I mentioned on another post. Two very different positions and this one would be a completely new environment for me. Something new may be what I need but the unfamiliar is scary and...well...unfamiliar. </div><div><br></div><div>I’m praying that whatever God wants will be an open door and the other will remain closed. I can honestly say this time that I have no idea what is best. All I can do is trust The One who does.</div><div><br></div><div>My interview is at 2:00pm CST on Wednesday. Keep me in your prayers.</div><div><br></div><div>Some super cute ones to share.</div><img id="id_5c23_6421_2db8_e96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjqDZb38vJbk88WLFQrs4DgoVDxdhR7vfGPO_6UK-sr5F75kC9JvhPsPvJ8OtwE4uziJPMo7E9fZFuNGFZjVTB5wECYGNUc8ksxipekB-x66plA-7NwoHZSt6sghfbYi77rBzdlVtyMAFv/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Here were Harper and Mommy and Daddy cheering on the Olympic athletes at the Opening Ceremony.<br><img id="id_2bb0_27e7_feae_76f0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjlQmpNo_GCXxzTit9Pxabq_xhgSLNlSX2huMfM4UO11NdCCvRz7IawrM5oVmhfPe_WSru4lHG1KrLp8YezOSBIUqtH8W1k_sJfk_lC-QX-JawgVydRkZX86WaBYmx8t3-2gfKuESz3sU/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>This is Connor, the cutest little old man, on the 100th day of school.<br><img id="id_1626_335a_339_4ab2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1D8ujf2CucO_fwCgNyEOD4xBqAGBjOB0ZOcvJ1S6WlML4sMjR7qs8g7wE4rJI-mnCxQ2rCTjKTXAu5zJTFZPn7-zF9IiPszygMSGXyTlyRiau6isL7m1ruLgnjJENflqeVDOXSAbiDhb/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><div><img id="id_d576_402b_a0b3_b3ad" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0C0mP7S28a_67SP5XnKALz92b4BxEnaW89ftAzFZkHNjkmFrteWwvm4owMjWpaa6qPzMVhu9e6_ifNZSDOwVXQ57Cb6QuoiDVpVmX4fukRTjYDcz7nwaepJDz1YtzfhLgawfDx-BERFZd/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>My little princess ballerina.</div>White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-45349341852042582282018-01-26T23:04:00.001-08:002018-01-26T23:04:24.271-08:00I'm Propping NowTGIF!<br />
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For those of you are wondering if I'm still standing, I've got a hand on my hip and I'm propping. <br />
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I've worked all week on revamping my resume. I feel satisfied now that I'm presenting the best "me." Someone who has been praying for me sent me a text with a job posting. It is something that I could truly see myself doing, but something totally out of my mind-wave. It's a job that would be beyond my wildest dreams and would give me opportunities where I could use my gifts and my loves. I am not "qualified" and it would be a real miracle if I got it. It would be a God-thing definitely. After all, if God calls, HE qualifies. There is no "Bachelor's degree" on my resume. However, somewhere in my spirit, I feel a stirring that God is preparing me for something. I haven't felt this hopeful in a long time. Last night, I had a critical moment of surrender. I just got to the point where I said, "I can't do this anymore. I've looked. I've prepared. I've presented. I'm done." My daddy used to talk about "getting to the end of yourself." I think I'm there. I'll share more news later so keep praying. <br />
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Today, I had several families tell me how much I mean to them. I almost cried. I do love them. I'm just not physically and emotionally able to continue to care for them. Pray that God will send the right person. I've even thought about doing some private sitting for those that I am closest to. There's one family that I have become particularly fond of. We share the same beliefs. The wife is a caregiver of her husband. Their daughter and her husband are missionaries in India. She has been wanting to go see them and doesn't feel that she can take him there or leave him here. She's It'not willing to put him in respite care. I've been thinking that maybe I can help. <br />
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-3465841434517446212018-01-21T23:41:00.001-08:002018-01-21T23:47:13.848-08:00 I’m Tired From Standing in the HallwayI’m pretty much stuck in the same place. I spent the entire weekend revamping my resume and applying to more jobs. Indeed is not working for me. I’ve applied to almost 50 jobs and have only gotten two replies and those were denials. I awoke this morning with a UTI, pain and traces of blood in urine. Mr. H went to the pharmacy and got the AZO stuff that turns your urine orange. It sure does help the pain. I needed church badly today but knew it wouldn’t be best. <div><br></div><div>I told my boss last week that I would work til March 1, job or no job. I think he’s holding out thinking I will change my mind. I’m so very disappointed that this job wasn’t what I thought it would be or what I was hired to do. I could have been good at marketing if he had allowed me too. </div><div><br></div><div>I’m sad. I thought by now that I would be in full-time ministry. I thought I’d be traveling and teaching women, developing new friendships while sharing the gospel and grace of Jesus. I thought I’d be doing makeovers, both holy makeovers and healthy makeovers but look at me. I need one of both. The idea for a title of my debut book, “Lord, give me a chair. I’m tired from standing in the hallway.” I feel like I’ve been waiting so long. Have I missed it? Will I miss it? </div><div><br></div><div>Then again I have so many blessings. I have a sweet little place I’m learning to call home. I have a wonderful family with babies I adore. </div><div><br></div><div>They had a ball playing in the snow.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_d158_f12d_fdc9_88ee" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UktNos-85ByFELriXUo2w_cOULg5r-vWtcUq5gG7WlXDyBpSiqGaYTtLWhz6BneMmbQIWFz55x1-kVjweoIU9KLOmTKMNe45OCvPTKUnX2LmCMoMpftUz15Rfh8amATE_OzKTsXhj0WD/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br> I have a secret about these, but I can’t tell!<br><img id="id_e904_4337_ec34_2b13" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheI00-vHejkWN1zgMlA_MgOvrDqLBRbZJep5w2DuPcjM52T5OQ0KPfPJBR_X4grnUfUk-436MhiL1U-sxBhaME-SyiykVh2l4sbScpZ0ZZiJ6O05EWZ7Bjq2ytp1XKUk1umZWnrbg4hBoy/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8169_18d5_a2ec_b21d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bteZLdb0YjwxKKHnPz7CpS5vRwY8rRbsG6iOPQJd-KMvWvcgEIOn5Cv7jpB46AOyrjttQtNcJtb6_rB-7tpKeuD8US0NEuUeZSMd_v7Q8OgCXiYvcpZqZFiNW4JxxGP5oIM9I8BJieZc/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e1_a19a_6416_dd0d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jYsfK8LKMcgaz1kxIkx5O4uhNk53zBJr576_m2GPloa7jVXfAnYNwnNLMYjvajWFWEGvNH1JPAUNNd-Uuv7zq6gdTqUxwtZWRse5TzCes4twrIpCsmPAL42WfBvZi1MEfcLbiMcmvHyl/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>This was my drive to work last week. 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But I got there safely.</div><div><img id="id_fbd9_5011_2161_ab57" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHg2t6hfQ-IDvB09yd2UhOnDo0VAPCvwXQcPJgSE2m3K9JvhaU8LJiSte_cvVFkEpQOVrXm7FVRd5RPVDrTYHA8hE_Ay6BM2l3QwWX6_DdenmyBEYUO7ZQAWvagL9UrSF7-su2vCO9K_ER/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>This is what the weather was like here after the snow. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_d416_216a_5269_8bfd" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUliBX2It4oOUS55QanmCETQ_y_W_CetLN5i2lyMpeEboHuFN3_NyrMX_qWdQ5t7aY9xDG3_WAiN9GGblX0LJFk9M9r8dAr0I3L7h_MSayQaP8MZEKvukiPnF4OfW3wLQ5h2hX4ZCCGeCG/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_3b20_d843_692d_a5d4" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjCkU9nN3bOO-bDaW7EwyJuGljzviJD_JGW4HiL6Gq__LR-MqEOID-w0-uTC88XbfXMDFG0XoN90fGDLFB6SYyjHhG0zAhGSxRvVQslhncuKsExzcb66dIR8ZfnnGLwbFbmbgRR7HkVZf/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6c3f_e953_7076_3c9e" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYMsopeJMvNqXarEdF8dmPstnA0YhXsKxnuWKegGXlDgfifnlC8gHsojGGq_4NwlUkMpmuo_xJBcOHPFZRFcslYsNYNwkCEHSived3fpT8EokpdWxR2YHiLxGUVHK78SvmHSWA0kOgXOV/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Baby girl made snow cream and snowflakes on her days off.</div><div><br></div><div>Yes, these faces and their hugs and kisses cheer me up and make my life full and happy.</div><div><br></div><div>But still, I need a vision, a new God given dream. Pray for me and let me know how I can pray for you.</div>White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-88236680011551724932018-01-07T14:40:00.000-08:002018-01-07T14:40:57.165-08:00Gasping for AirHold on tight! It's gonna be a long ride, you might say. I've struggled with blogging the past two years because for one, I have a horrible Internet server, and two, Windows XP is not my favorite. As a matter of fact, I had written a nice, long post about our family Christmas, hit the wrong button and it was gone! Just like that! I put so much emotion into my writings that I'm too spent to repeat myself once it's gone. This one will be no different. So, if it doesn't happen, maybe I'll feel like going there again...later. Who knows.<br />
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I'll start off by sharing my Christmas photos. That way you can enjoy the happy and not read on to the nitty, gritty if you so choose. <br />
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I think this is promise to be my all time favorite of me and the kids. This was taken on a random night with family. I realized there were few pictures of me and the kids and I needed a good one. My eyes were terrible. I had a collision with a chair at the facility and got a black eye. The black is gone, but the puffy was still there. One bad eye, but one happy heart.<br />
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I did very little decorating this year except in the foyer and living room.</div>
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I changed up my colors this year and decided to add a pop of red.</div>
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They loved it!</div>
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I filled the galvanized bucket with some wood from a friend's house and some 99 cents greenery and berries from Goodwill. A lot of my tree came from 99 cents Goodwill bags. </div>
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My favorite addition this year was the wooden nativity painting. It was the focal point of our home and my heart this year. </div>
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We went home to Georgia this year so Christmas with the kids was the Sunday evening before Christmas Eve Sunday. </div>
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With my job, it was impossible to find another time to bake cookies so the little ones came early and we baked cookies. </div>
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Connor is a pro! The girls were too busy being Princesses!</div>
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I tell you what, they reign!</div>
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It was a night of pure joy!</div>
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I share my heart so openly on here. Maybe, it's because I can't see you on the other side that I am able to be so open. Then again, I think I know there is no judgment here. I'm not sure that I all I type is appropriate. I don't think I'm breaking HIPPA rules when I don't say where I'm from or who I'm talking about it or go into details. At least, I hope not. I may be going to jail anyway. Add one more thing to the charges. </div>
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No, seriously. On Friday before Christmas, I had a major meltdown that put me at urgent care with the possibility of a transfer to the local ER.</div>
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It was no ordinary day. It should have been, could have been and what I thought would have been. My day begins between 7-7:15am with members arriving at 7:30. On this particular happy FRIDAY before Christmas, I had to work as usual without the usual Christmas EVE day off that I've had in the past. I have resigned myself to the world of caregiving and entered this day with bells on. I was early welcomed by a somewhat, strange greeting from a family member of one of our members. I love our members and families. I never expect anything but happy families and happy members because I've never had reason to think otherwise. Well, this day was different. I will spare you the details for the protection of all involved. The jest of it was that they didn't feel that their loved one was safe or was being cared for. My first response was to get defensive and I was. In retrospect, I could have handled things differently. My response was one of, "Is there any reason why you feel she would not be safe?" At this point, my mind is reeling and I find myself getting dizzy. I'm not sure it's vertigo from my ears or if I'm gonna pass out. I've never, ever in all my 25 years in healthcare ever, ever been accused of abuse or neglect. I'm sure my response was less than professional because I was trying to figure out where this was coming from. </div>
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Shortly, thereafter, my blood pressure spiked to 167/117 and I started having chest pains. I had been struggling with vertigo for the past few days and had been taking OTC Sudafed which didn't help the BP. I was already shorthanded, was maxed to capacity, my boss was out of town, his parents were filling in at another center. Needless to say, I called them. They came in and I was at urgent care. After three hours, the chest pains subsided. Although my blood pressure was still elevated, the doctor felt that it was safe to send me home... HOME! NOT back to work. </div>
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Christmas is a blur. We went home to GA and I hibernated at my sisters where I was safe. Being the counselor that she is, she always knows how to help me process everything. I still feel like I am in a whirlwind. My brain is in overdrive. I've been in constant panic mode. I've not been on anti-anxiety meds in over 6 months until this. The member's family has transferred their loved one to another facility. I have had several conversations with my boss. He has my back but not without questions, of course, and not without investigation for lack of a better word. There's really nothing to investigate. We have an office suite with a kitchen and a bathroom that is open to everyone. Nothing gets by me. Nothing escapes my vision unless I go to the bathroom. When I am in the bathroom, I have two assistants who are there to see what goes on. I am dumbfounded to say the least. Especially now that I've been told it's me that's the problem. That's all I can say.</div>
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Families need to be educated on mental illness, Alzheimer's, Dementia, and others. It's sad. There are other symptoms that are often associated with the above including but not limited to paranoia, hallucinations, delusions and behaviors that are linked to all or some. </div>
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I can't say more. I just ask for your prayers. I hope this is over, but I fear not. I have since turned in my resignation, not because I'm guilty or I'm afraid, but because the job has been affecting my health for some time. My position is Program Director. My job description never included that of a CNA, dietician, custodian, but I am all of the above in more ways than you can imagine. But not once have those duties made me less professional or neglectful or abusive in any way. My boss, who is a hard man and wants near perfection, has been kind to let me stay ( I guess!) until I can find something else or has asked that I stay to train someone. Which is far better for him than me. As I've said before, I thought God gave me this job. I still believe that. There's something good that will come out of this. I can't bear to think that we may have to go back to Georgia, but I have surrendered my desires to God. He will supply what is needed in all areas. </div>
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Thanks for your prayers. I know that God will vindicate me. He knows my heart. I dearly love this population, but I'm thinking it's time to find another line of work. </div>
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-47186650664357104222017-12-09T10:00:00.000-08:002017-12-09T10:00:23.268-08:00I Need a Silent NightThere are just some things you can't post on Facebook. There are just things that are safer said on the blog. Agree? Now, I know that since my settings are not private that anyone can choose to stalk me, but I prefer to think that I am talking to friends here. <br />
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It feels safe here to say some of these things...<br />
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I am exhausted. I'm beyond tired. My job is beyond exhausting. Last evening I went to bed at 9pm and got up at 9am. Let me share with you an ordinary day...<br />
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Up at 6:00 (if I don't have to wash my hair. not so bad. i can handle this.)<br />
Leave at 6:30<br />
Hardee's 7:00 (order, eat in car, put make-up on in car)<br />
Arrive at work 7:15 (open blinds, switch sign to open, lights on, heat on, food for the day on, take out food for next day, coffee on, post menu for the day, check phone messages, check email, take out name tags for the day)<br />
First member arrives at 7:30, Second member arrives at 7:45...<br />
Get organized for the day...(schedule for activities posted for assistants with cognitive activities on table and physical activity supplies on table.)<br />
Fix breakfast for members beginning at 8:30<br />
Members to the bathroom at 9:00 (usually done by me because assistant has not arrived and these are the most difficult ones) before Current Events, devotion, exercise. (I do current events and devotion which are the things I love the most!) <br />
10:00-11:00 (Assistant does exercise and I may or may not do cognitive activity which is next on the schedule while continuing to redirect members, and direct and train activity assistant who is a young girl with 2 babies who may or may not be on time and may or may not be an activity assistant who needs assistance. whew! got me???) <br />
11:00 Other assistant arrives...on time...ready...the best!.........pregnant now. the best. but had to go part time. (sigh) sad. sad. sad, but happy, happy for her because she's waited for years and now has a normal pregnancy. She starts next activity. Happy me. Happy members. They love her. <br />
11:30 Begin preparing for lunch...<br />
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I've decided that you get the jest of why I'm tired. <br />
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I spend my days, changing diapers, feeding, directing, redirecting, wiping mouths and bottoms, coloring, cleaning, sweeping, mopping, bathroom breaks, water breaks, cleaning spilled milk and crying over spilled milk...Need I go on. My work space including the office, activity room, dining area, bathroom and kitchen is smaller than my kitchen and living room together. <br />
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Prayers, I need prayers. Honestly, this is where I am. Without making the money that I make at this job, I would have to go back to Georgia. Again, I know that God gave me the job. I didn't ask for it. Was it just for a season? Is there another plan? I can't see God giving me something that I can physically not do. I awoke this morning in pain. I took a muscle relaxer and 3 advil and went back to bed on a heating pad for the back and ice pack for the neck. I can't enjoy my children on the weekends because I'm too tired. There's more to the job than I am at liberty to say. Just pray for wisdom for me for us. <br />
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I need a Silent Night, Holy Night. (by Amy Grant) Yes, that's what I need. White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-79291102527693516912017-12-04T19:18:00.000-08:002017-12-04T19:18:14.367-08:00Looking Beyond the Holiday MessBoxes, broken ornaments, tangled lights, and wrapping paper strewn all around. What a mess!<br />
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I went to The Marketplace on Saturday only to pick up one bottle of body spray for myself and an ornament for our Women of Covenant Christmas exchange. The traffic was a mess. The parking lot was a mess. I was The Biggest Mess before it was over. I quickly decided I didn’t need to spend $15 for one spray bottle while the world was buying 10 candles for $8.95 each. After a push here and a shove there, two hours which should have taken 30 minutes, a few horns blown (I confess most of it was me), I finally made it home. I declared to myself, “If this is what Christmas is all about, I think I’ll sleep through it. Bah Humbug.”<br />
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I’m glad my hope is not in the signs of the season but in the sign Isaiah said to look for- a baby born in a manager, Immanuel, GOD WITH US!<br />
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Yesterday we had a beautiful service at church, closing out the series by our pastor, Overwhelmed. Yes, I admit I have been a bit overwhelmed with just daily living stuff. I have been doing some Bible journaling of which I am not very good, however I can hear God speak to me in the mess. As I began to read I John 3:1 about the Father’s Love, I kept hearing the words, “He is not very far from each one of us.” I immediately googled Blue Letter Bible and found the reference, Acts 17:27. Paul was speaking about God’s purpose in His design of creation, that man may know Him. <br />
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I pray that during this Christmas season, I’ll be able to look beyond the mess and see the beauty of the True Gift of Jesus and that I may truly know Him.<br />
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The following was a post I started at the end of October, post-retreat a month before. I will add a few pics and start a new post. If you don't feel like reading, no worries. Just let me say, Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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I can't believe how much time elapses between each of my blog posts. Honestly, I hate the pace that I seem to be keeping right now. Just minutes before, I was chatting on line with a Verizon rep trying to get an update on my iPhone. It took a hour to get an order processed. It took changing my password three times, due to my lack of knowledge, accuracy or something. At the end of the process, I just put my head in my hands and cried. My photos are taking forever to download and forward to email so I can share with you my going-ons of the past month. <br />
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The Women of Covenant Retreat was wonderful, but just not long enough. I needed more than a weekend. Being the director means countless hours trying to get a planning committee together and on the same page. Fundraisers are viewed differently by different people and money is always an issue. I opted to find a beautiful setting with great accommodations which always means more money. We believe in the end, we found the perfect place with the perfect speaker and music director for the weekend. <br />
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A therapist once told me, "You've never left home." With the move, I left home and was experiencing a new kind of freedom. I heard recently that we all run from home, only to search frantically to find a way back. Like going on vacation, we long to get away but are so happy to return to the familiar.<br />
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About 6 months into the journey, I began to long for home, the familiar, to run into someone I knew at the grocery store, to find a place of community. I longed to go "where EVERYBODY knows your name."<br />
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We bought a new house. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a new home or rather, a new "house." It wasn't "home." Grateful? Yes, but again, it wasn't home. The pictures on the wall were the same, a pink bedroom with my favorite pieces of milk glass and my favorite cabinet full of ironstone. But. Not. Home.<br />
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There was a restlessness in me to go home. But "home" was no longer there. Mama and Daddy and the home place were gone and my little home where we raised our children was now occupied with new owners, a new little boy to run the small hall, throw a ball, and shoot hoops. <br />
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Please don't get me wrong, the children are home, but God is teaching that I can find "home" in Him alone. Still, holidays are hard. The weekend of Labor Day the children were busy with children and homes of their own so we decided to leave "home" for a couple of days. <br />
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Just a few miles down the road (an hour's drive), is Burgess Falls State Park. <br />
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We made several stops along the way finding rest in the cleft of a rock.<br />
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There was a fence to keep us from falling off the side of the mountain. I'm telling you, it was scary at times and I'm not usually afraid of heights. However, I've got to know that I have something or someone who is going to catch me if I fall. <br />
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We could soon see the view from the top. It was breathtakingly beautiful. We began the journey back and the road was even and less rocky. We relaxed and took a deep breath, we were headed home. </div>
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1. I thought at first that maybe we'd stay near the waters and just enjoy the rest. Of course, there was more to see, something bigger than we could imagine. God doesn't want us to stay safe. Rest is brief and there will be more paths to walk and hills to climb before we get to the top.</div>
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4. On our journey "home," we must be sober and alert. I did have a thought that maybe there was danger off the path and I didn't dare wander, but when the road seemed easy, I became less careful. Someone else observed the danger first. Along the path, we need sojourners who will point out the pitfalls ahead. </div>
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This weekend is our ladies retreat. I'm so in need of retreat, escape, getaway to relax and regroup, rethink. That's the RE in retreat, I guess. </div>
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David enjoyed Grandparent's Day. I rarely get to attend any activities with the children during the week. My job is very demanding, and I wonder sometimes if it's worth it. I love it, and I know that God gave it to me. It's providing for our needs. If I had not gotten this job, I imagine we would have been heading back to Georgia. David was giving our situation until July to change. I started to work with this new company on July 1. I have to believe that for now, this is where I belong. David is still missing "home." It sometimes honestly hurts me that he hasn't found "home" with me and the kids, but he's got to work through it's meaning just like I've had to.</div>
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Who can resist this smile? I mean, really! This is home to me!<br />
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My decorating is minimal these days. Blogging will be more about the "home" of my heart. I still try to make it feel like my other home, but this is the new and I'm learning that it's really not a place or a people. It's more what's in the heart, a state of peace...peace with our Father and His family...and of course, mine too.<br />
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-59579875950959119302017-08-19T08:58:00.001-07:002017-08-19T08:58:59.262-07:00Written 5 months ago. Old news now...<br />
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I've been catching up on my blog reading , yes at 3am. Once again, a medication change. I'm gonna get through this one. I want to get better. I have fought the doc on this one for years because getting off makes my anxiety worse but staying on it causes symptoms of dementia and I've had lots of changes lately. I can tell a difference in just cutting down on the dosage. Tonight was my first night completely off of it and I am anxious and awake. I really need your prayers to get through this.<br />
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(This is from a draft written in April. Since this time, I am off of anxiety medications completely. I have quit The Loft and started a new job as Program Director of an Adult Care Center. All I credit to the grace of God. I would not have ever imagined that I would be doing this at this time in my life. I expected to stay retired, but that is not what God had planned. I am loving my job and look forward to growing with an incredible, well-established small company who still believes in caring for its members first!)<br />
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We celebrated my MIL with a surprise birthday party in April. We went home but stayed at a nearby lake. Not having to think about the home place and no longer having a home there made going home easier.<br />
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In June, we celebrated Connor's graduation from Pre-K. He started real kindergarten this year and can't be happier. I can't believe class starts each day at 7:15 am. This is ridiculous and hard on a little boy and his family. He seems to be adjusting so all is well. <br />
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In July, we celebrated Independence Day with the family and fireworks.<br />
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The kiddos loved it and were not scared one bit. We had them all day. That morning, they played under the sprinkler. <br />
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We are teaching our babies that you don't need high tech to have fun! All kids need to learn how to play outside and enjoy the little things. They seems to have a good time at BonBon and Grandy's without the need of technology.<br />
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Connor learned to ride his bike without training wheels. With all the cheering and applauds, you'd think he was in the World Series. The neighbors were impressed with his family's celebration. <br />
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This little girl's personality is a little me. She has us in stitches much of the time with her many faces. <br />
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This kid! Ahh, he's our only boy right now and he knows it!<br />
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Our miracle baby is growing up to have quite a personality. Her mommy and daddy are getting ready to try again for another miracle. I hope you'll believe with us. <br />
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I see the babies often. They are growing. I get the sniffles just thinking about them growing up. Cora, my first baby girl, turned three this month. She's mixture of beauty and mischief. She is a girl after my own heart, a mix of many faces. She swings from shrills and thrills to tears in a second flat. She is a beauty and the spitting image of her mommy.</div>
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Her cousins on both sides play like they are all family.</div>
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White Lace and Promiseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17597921659943106119noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878320333249702950.post-3806438618122002302017-03-06T10:10:00.000-08:002017-03-06T10:10:25.574-08:00I Have a Bipolar Cat<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm as mad as a wet-setting hen,</div>
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as my mama used to say. </div>
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I'm sitting here petting the cat and she (Her name is Callie. Right now, she is "SHE.")</div>
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SHE grabs a piece of my arm</div>
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and clamps down, leaving a trail of blood. </div>
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Really?</div>
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I have a bipolar cat! </div>
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This happens often, sometimes more than twice a day. </div>
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She has not been nice since the move. </div>
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She is jealous of the grandchildren, the phone and the computer. </div>
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I seriously don't like her!</div>
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We are both allergic and I want her gone!</div>
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Sorry, cat lovers, but I've had it. </div>
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I honestly think, the sedation and move traumatized her.</div>
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My daughter's move traumatized their dog. </div>
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He is now on Klonopin and Prozac. </div>
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Insurance doesn't pay for!</div>
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Let me calm down and play nice. </div>
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She's hiding under the bed. </div>
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This morning I walked on the treadmill, had my quiet time, </div>
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filed a claim for the second time for two $100 transactions</div>
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with Extreme Well and Pure You Shops for that fat-slimming</div>
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stuff that doesn't work.</div>
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For the second time, "A debit will show in your account in the next 2-5 business days,"</div>
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stated by Trey today and by Sheshaw (no, she didn't spell it) on 1/13/17.</div>
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Whew, it's a Monday.</div>
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Did a little crafting this weekend</div>
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I stripped and dyed some of the fabric with tea bags. </div>
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The little sign (that I also found at the flea market)</div>
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wouldn't stay level so for now, it's on the ladder. </div>
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I am feeling better and able to get my thoughts together. </div>
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Maybe it's the sunshine. </div>
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I gave up on Winter and snow. </div>
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I'll take the sunshine and be grateful for today. </div>
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I'm coming out of the funk. </div>
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Maybe the cat will too. </div>
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