2012 is finally coming to an end. And I must admit, I have mixed feelings about it. This year was full of ups and downs. For the longest time, it seemed like the downs would win.
We started off the year with my Granddad ill, then hospitalized. In February my kids got sick, and then we lost him. (At least for now. I hope to see him again someday....) It was not a good start to the year at all. His death started a chain of events that ripped through my marriage in a most ugly way for many many months. That was hard. We have had several other things happen with other family members that weren't easy for anyone as well.
For most of this year it seemed like a year of loss. I lost loved ones, and I thought I was finally going to lose my marriage at one point. I watched other loved ones and friends lose things that were important to them. But something changed this year in the midst of all the hardships. I think maybe, at age 35, I am finally starting to grow up. At least a little. Maybe....
I learned that you can't give up when life gets hard. You have to fight for what means the most to you. Never give up hope. Just because things are hard now, doesn't mean it's not going to get better. Keep hanging on. Keep fighting. Keep having faith. It may not always turn out like you imagined, but it will turn out for good if you just hang in there. And there is even a chance, it will turn out even better than you imagined.
I learned that loving someone doesn't mean you have to like everything about them. But it does mean you continue to show that love and compassion, even when it's hard to do it. Even when you think they don't deserve it. Love isn't about deserving it. Love gives freely, even when it hurts. You have to let love win. It's worth it. It's always worth it.
I have seen some of those that started out the year suffering the most, now in a position of hope and happiness.
This year did not start out well at all. But I have to say, for me... It's ending pretty well. Perhaps 2013 will continue in the blessings I have seen both in my life and in the lives of others I care about. One can only hope! But even if it doesn't, I know that if I keep the faith, never give up hope, and keep on fighting to live another day; it WILL get better once again. Every day has a dawn, an afternoon, a sunset, and a night. Perhaps our years are the same way. Maybe our lives follow that same cycle. But if that is true, then it truly is like they say. It's always darkest...just before dawn.
So for anyone out there in their darkest hour... hang on! Your dawn could be just around the corner. Who knows what wonders lie ahead in 2013. It's wide open. And I, personally, and am looking forward to seeing what it holds.
Happy New Year everyone. It is my heartfelt wish and prayer that 2013 be full of blessings for you all.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
30 Days of Thankfulness
There are many reasons I love the month of November. One being that my children only have one full of week of school the entire month, and that is the last week of the month. I love having the extra time with them.
Another reason is it is the unofficial start to the holiday season. I think the official start is Thanksgiving. It's kind of like how Memorial Day is the unofficial start to summer, even though Summer doesn't really start until the end of June. lol The holiday season is my most favorite time of year. So any start to it, is usually a good one in my book.
It's also the month I first became a mommy. My eldest will be 11 this month. This fact alone makes it one of my most favorite months of the year.
And then there is Thanksgiving. The holiday in which we Americans gather together with family and loved ones to give thanks for all that we have, and have endured. It's a time of reflection. And as the name of the holiday itself states, a time of thanksgiving.
A trend I have taken part in the past few years is called "30 Days of Thanks". It's an online trend, mostly on Facebook and Twitter, where you post something you are thankful for each day in November. And you aren't allowed to post the same thankfulness twice. Each day must be something new. And I have to tell you, I love this idea. I love participating in it!
At the end of each day, I sit and reflect. I find just one thing to be thankful for, and post it. Viola! Done, right? Well, kinda.....
Sitting at the end of each day and reflecting on it, finding things to be thankful for, is a wonderful way to end your day. Even on the most trying days. It gets your heart and mind in a good place. It's kind of cleansing. It also helps put you in the right mood/frame of mind/spirit for the up coming holiday season.
Some days you are easier than others. Some days something so wonderful has taken place, you can't wait to jump on in the middle of the day and post what it is you are thankful for (example: I am so thankful my spouse got a promotion!). Other days aren't so easy. Some days you are thankful for things like your home or health or family. Other days you may really have to search to find something. But it's there. It's always there, no matter how little or basic you think it may be. But when you find it, that thing you truly are thankful for, it warms your heart.
I love reading other people's thankful posts as well. Some are down right funny! For example, on one particularly trying day, a friend of mine was thankful for a cold beer at the end of that day. lol Others are heartbreaking. Like a post about being thankful for the short time they were allowed with their child before the child passed away. Some are very simple posts. Like being thankful for hugs, or children's laughter, or even for the sun shining outside.
Each and every posts I see helps my heart in some way. Each and every post I write helps me get to a better place mentally and emotionally. I find that reading these posts, and posting myself, helps get the focus off of my selfish nature. It helps to humble us in some ways. It helps take one from selfish to grateful. And when you start living your life with a grateful attitude instead of a selfish one, you see it begin to change and brighten. You start to feel lighter.
"30 Days of Thankfulness" is a challenge I enjoy being a part of. It is a challenge I am going to start giving my kids (they don't have online accounts, but we can sit and talk every night before bed). It's a challenge and cause that can be uplifting, and some ways, life changing. It's a challenge I think everyone should try and be a part of.
Can you imagine what would happen to the heart of a nation, if every person in it took time at the end of the day to find something to be thankful for? What would happen at the end of those 30 days, when selfish attitudes gave way to attitudes of gratefulness? One can only imagine!!!
Another reason is it is the unofficial start to the holiday season. I think the official start is Thanksgiving. It's kind of like how Memorial Day is the unofficial start to summer, even though Summer doesn't really start until the end of June. lol The holiday season is my most favorite time of year. So any start to it, is usually a good one in my book.
It's also the month I first became a mommy. My eldest will be 11 this month. This fact alone makes it one of my most favorite months of the year.
And then there is Thanksgiving. The holiday in which we Americans gather together with family and loved ones to give thanks for all that we have, and have endured. It's a time of reflection. And as the name of the holiday itself states, a time of thanksgiving.
A trend I have taken part in the past few years is called "30 Days of Thanks". It's an online trend, mostly on Facebook and Twitter, where you post something you are thankful for each day in November. And you aren't allowed to post the same thankfulness twice. Each day must be something new. And I have to tell you, I love this idea. I love participating in it!
At the end of each day, I sit and reflect. I find just one thing to be thankful for, and post it. Viola! Done, right? Well, kinda.....
Sitting at the end of each day and reflecting on it, finding things to be thankful for, is a wonderful way to end your day. Even on the most trying days. It gets your heart and mind in a good place. It's kind of cleansing. It also helps put you in the right mood/frame of mind/spirit for the up coming holiday season.
Some days you are easier than others. Some days something so wonderful has taken place, you can't wait to jump on in the middle of the day and post what it is you are thankful for (example: I am so thankful my spouse got a promotion!). Other days aren't so easy. Some days you are thankful for things like your home or health or family. Other days you may really have to search to find something. But it's there. It's always there, no matter how little or basic you think it may be. But when you find it, that thing you truly are thankful for, it warms your heart.
I love reading other people's thankful posts as well. Some are down right funny! For example, on one particularly trying day, a friend of mine was thankful for a cold beer at the end of that day. lol Others are heartbreaking. Like a post about being thankful for the short time they were allowed with their child before the child passed away. Some are very simple posts. Like being thankful for hugs, or children's laughter, or even for the sun shining outside.
Each and every posts I see helps my heart in some way. Each and every post I write helps me get to a better place mentally and emotionally. I find that reading these posts, and posting myself, helps get the focus off of my selfish nature. It helps to humble us in some ways. It helps take one from selfish to grateful. And when you start living your life with a grateful attitude instead of a selfish one, you see it begin to change and brighten. You start to feel lighter.
"30 Days of Thankfulness" is a challenge I enjoy being a part of. It is a challenge I am going to start giving my kids (they don't have online accounts, but we can sit and talk every night before bed). It's a challenge and cause that can be uplifting, and some ways, life changing. It's a challenge I think everyone should try and be a part of.
Can you imagine what would happen to the heart of a nation, if every person in it took time at the end of the day to find something to be thankful for? What would happen at the end of those 30 days, when selfish attitudes gave way to attitudes of gratefulness? One can only imagine!!!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
....
I have had hard year. Not as hard as some I know and love, admittedly, but hard. I haven't really aired a lot of my problems or issues. It was really none of anyone's business. And since I know others going through worse things, I am trying still not whine too much.
But things over here have to come to head, and I feel utterly alone. I would love someone to reach out to me. I mean, I'm' not real sure I want to talk about it all, but it would be nice to know that someone out there gave a damn. Ya know?
I don't know. I just really hate this year. And I'm not sure if next year will be much better. I hope it is.
But things over here have to come to head, and I feel utterly alone. I would love someone to reach out to me. I mean, I'm' not real sure I want to talk about it all, but it would be nice to know that someone out there gave a damn. Ya know?
I don't know. I just really hate this year. And I'm not sure if next year will be much better. I hope it is.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Shocked: Airing some dirty laundry
I saw a picture of someone today that once a large part of my life. They no longer are and we have not been in contact for years (not that I haven't tried). I wasn't even sure if this person was even still alive. I was shocked when I saw the photo. I'm not sure if I was shocked to see them still alive, with what was their new family, or shocked at the hurt and pain seeing this person caused all over again. This person just up and abandoned our family never to be heard from again, leaving tons of answered questions in their wake (as well as pain). This person, was my Grandpa.
This man was my late father's dad. However, he was not his father. My dad's biological father abandoned his family when my dad and his siblings were still very young. At one point, my Grandma could not care for them and put my dad and uncle in an orphanage for a bit. Eventually, my dad and uncle found their way home again. I do not know the story of how. My dad died when I was 11. His brother wasn't too many years behind him, and neither was my Grandma. It's a story I don't guess I'll ever fully know.
I do know that my Grandma met the man I always knew as Grandpa while he was stationed in Germany (where they lived). Not sure of this story either. Just know that they married and eventually moved here when my father was in high school (where he met my mom and later married her. High School Sweethearts).
We lived right down the road from my grandparents and uncle for most of my childhood before my father died (we moved to another state after his death). I can remember many summer walks to their house with my dad. I can remember spending the night with them many times. We loved visiting them. We saw them a lot, a WHOLE lot. After my dad's death, and our move, we made still made time to visit my grandparents and they made time to visit us.
My Grandma's health declined after several strokes and being diagnosed with diabetes. They never made it my wedding. But I understood. Shortly after my first daughter was born, my Grandma passed away.
My Grandpa would still come visit us and we always looked forward to his visits. Eventually my Grandpa met a lovely woman and remarried. We all liked her very much. She was quiet but very sweet. She was family now. And we loved her as such.
He eventually moved out west. We could never afford to go out and visit him. My husband and I were struggling financially with our growing family. But it was always nice to talk to him. And we still loved his visits (although they were few and far between at this point. Maybe that should have been our first clue....).
About a year after our 2nd child was born, we got a surprise call around 8/8:30 one summer's night. My kids were in the bath and about to head to bed. It was him. It was Grandpa!! He was in town! I couldn't believe it! I don't remember how long it had been since we had seen him, but it had been a long while. It was so good to hear his voice.
So what did we do? My husband and I pulled our 4 and 1 yr old out of the bath, put them in their jammies, and took off to see them instead of putting my kids down to sleep. We dropped everything and went to them. My kids can still remember the dog and the RV they were driving. They apparently had been driving around the country in that RV and stopped in town to see us. We were very excited. Tired, but excited.
We called my sister and her family and told them he was in town. He got on the phone with them and we all made plans for dinner the next night. My Grandpa offered to cook his stir fry for us. It was always a treat. And since they had an RV, my sister would come pick them up, take them shopping, and back to her house. We had just found out my sister was expecting again, and her eldest was super excited to tell Grandpa. We left that night with hugs and the expectation of seeing them the next day.
Around 2 or 3 the next day, while our youngest napped, I got a call. It was my mom and sister wondering if I had talked to my grandpa at all since the night before. My answer was no. I was expecting to see them after our youngest's nap, at their house. Something was wrong.
They had gone out to pick up my Grandpa and his wife, but they were no longer there. And the RV was missing. They had tried to call his cell phone, but to no avail. My husband and I woke up the youngest, put our kids in the car and headed out to where we had seen them the night before. After all, maybe my family was just looking in the wrong spot. Right?
We arrived to see them gone. No RV. No call. No note. We drove through every parking lot of every business in the area looking for them. We thought maybe they had gone off shopping to kill some time. We did not find them. Neither did my mom and sister. We all tried calling and got his voice mail every time.
I then remember my husband's area code to his phone was different from the local one that most of us had, and my Grandpa knew. So he called. Guess what? He got through! My husband told him we worried and asked where they were. He got hung up on. My Grandpa never again answered his phone. Not for any of us.
This happened 6 years ago. We tried calling, writing, emailing. Nothing. We never got an answer as to why they just up and left. We never got a goodbye. We never got a reason as to why he offered to cook us dinner and then took off with out letting anyone know. We still don't know why he up and abandoned us. None of us have heard from him since the night my husband and I dropped everything to go see them at their RV.
We were all so excited he was in town. My niece most of all since she couldn't wait to tell him she was going to be a big sister. In less than 24 hours we all went from excitement, to worry, to confused, to hurt. The pain grew more over the years of failed attempts to contact him. Eventually, I think I finally went numb. That is, until today.
I saw a picture of him and his wife surrounded by her family, holding a child around year old, if I had to guess. I was surprised by the tears that filled my eyes. He was alive! But that meant he really had abandoned us. There was no medical emergency. He just up and left us, with no explanation. It meant he intentionally ignored our every attempt to contact him through the years. The pain came rushing back.
How could he just abandon us? My father died, my grandma died, and then he did this? What did we do to deserve this? I guess we'll never know. (perhaps you that have followed this for a whiile can understand why my mom's dad who recently passed came to mean so very much to me. He became the ONLY father figure in my life after my father's death. His passing still hurts like hell.) You don't know how much I have re-lived that night over the years, wondering what we had done wrong or said wrong, or didn't do. When someone you have loved and trusted treats you like this, it damages you on some level.
A part of me feels bad for him. He is missing out on some amazing great grandkids. My three girls and my sister's two. He has some pretty great grandson-inlaws too. We never asked him for a thing. Ever. We just loved him. I guess that wasn't enough for him.
Seeing his picture today brought all the past hurt and pain flooding back. I guess I wasn't as numb as I thought I was. As I hoped I was.
This man was my late father's dad. However, he was not his father. My dad's biological father abandoned his family when my dad and his siblings were still very young. At one point, my Grandma could not care for them and put my dad and uncle in an orphanage for a bit. Eventually, my dad and uncle found their way home again. I do not know the story of how. My dad died when I was 11. His brother wasn't too many years behind him, and neither was my Grandma. It's a story I don't guess I'll ever fully know.
I do know that my Grandma met the man I always knew as Grandpa while he was stationed in Germany (where they lived). Not sure of this story either. Just know that they married and eventually moved here when my father was in high school (where he met my mom and later married her. High School Sweethearts).
We lived right down the road from my grandparents and uncle for most of my childhood before my father died (we moved to another state after his death). I can remember many summer walks to their house with my dad. I can remember spending the night with them many times. We loved visiting them. We saw them a lot, a WHOLE lot. After my dad's death, and our move, we made still made time to visit my grandparents and they made time to visit us.
My Grandma's health declined after several strokes and being diagnosed with diabetes. They never made it my wedding. But I understood. Shortly after my first daughter was born, my Grandma passed away.
My Grandpa would still come visit us and we always looked forward to his visits. Eventually my Grandpa met a lovely woman and remarried. We all liked her very much. She was quiet but very sweet. She was family now. And we loved her as such.
He eventually moved out west. We could never afford to go out and visit him. My husband and I were struggling financially with our growing family. But it was always nice to talk to him. And we still loved his visits (although they were few and far between at this point. Maybe that should have been our first clue....).
About a year after our 2nd child was born, we got a surprise call around 8/8:30 one summer's night. My kids were in the bath and about to head to bed. It was him. It was Grandpa!! He was in town! I couldn't believe it! I don't remember how long it had been since we had seen him, but it had been a long while. It was so good to hear his voice.
So what did we do? My husband and I pulled our 4 and 1 yr old out of the bath, put them in their jammies, and took off to see them instead of putting my kids down to sleep. We dropped everything and went to them. My kids can still remember the dog and the RV they were driving. They apparently had been driving around the country in that RV and stopped in town to see us. We were very excited. Tired, but excited.
We called my sister and her family and told them he was in town. He got on the phone with them and we all made plans for dinner the next night. My Grandpa offered to cook his stir fry for us. It was always a treat. And since they had an RV, my sister would come pick them up, take them shopping, and back to her house. We had just found out my sister was expecting again, and her eldest was super excited to tell Grandpa. We left that night with hugs and the expectation of seeing them the next day.
Around 2 or 3 the next day, while our youngest napped, I got a call. It was my mom and sister wondering if I had talked to my grandpa at all since the night before. My answer was no. I was expecting to see them after our youngest's nap, at their house. Something was wrong.
They had gone out to pick up my Grandpa and his wife, but they were no longer there. And the RV was missing. They had tried to call his cell phone, but to no avail. My husband and I woke up the youngest, put our kids in the car and headed out to where we had seen them the night before. After all, maybe my family was just looking in the wrong spot. Right?
We arrived to see them gone. No RV. No call. No note. We drove through every parking lot of every business in the area looking for them. We thought maybe they had gone off shopping to kill some time. We did not find them. Neither did my mom and sister. We all tried calling and got his voice mail every time.
I then remember my husband's area code to his phone was different from the local one that most of us had, and my Grandpa knew. So he called. Guess what? He got through! My husband told him we worried and asked where they were. He got hung up on. My Grandpa never again answered his phone. Not for any of us.
This happened 6 years ago. We tried calling, writing, emailing. Nothing. We never got an answer as to why they just up and left. We never got a goodbye. We never got a reason as to why he offered to cook us dinner and then took off with out letting anyone know. We still don't know why he up and abandoned us. None of us have heard from him since the night my husband and I dropped everything to go see them at their RV.
We were all so excited he was in town. My niece most of all since she couldn't wait to tell him she was going to be a big sister. In less than 24 hours we all went from excitement, to worry, to confused, to hurt. The pain grew more over the years of failed attempts to contact him. Eventually, I think I finally went numb. That is, until today.
I saw a picture of him and his wife surrounded by her family, holding a child around year old, if I had to guess. I was surprised by the tears that filled my eyes. He was alive! But that meant he really had abandoned us. There was no medical emergency. He just up and left us, with no explanation. It meant he intentionally ignored our every attempt to contact him through the years. The pain came rushing back.
How could he just abandon us? My father died, my grandma died, and then he did this? What did we do to deserve this? I guess we'll never know. (perhaps you that have followed this for a whiile can understand why my mom's dad who recently passed came to mean so very much to me. He became the ONLY father figure in my life after my father's death. His passing still hurts like hell.) You don't know how much I have re-lived that night over the years, wondering what we had done wrong or said wrong, or didn't do. When someone you have loved and trusted treats you like this, it damages you on some level.
A part of me feels bad for him. He is missing out on some amazing great grandkids. My three girls and my sister's two. He has some pretty great grandson-inlaws too. We never asked him for a thing. Ever. We just loved him. I guess that wasn't enough for him.
Seeing his picture today brought all the past hurt and pain flooding back. I guess I wasn't as numb as I thought I was. As I hoped I was.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
All Things Possible....Part 1
I don't know where to even begin. I know I have blogged about our girl and her what was diagnosed as a hearing loss. Here is what happened next:
After getting the news, we went to Facebook and asked for family and friends to pray for our girl. The responses we received were overwhelming!
We prayed every day. Most of the time, several times a day. Sometimes we quoted scripture, sometimes we prayed from the heart, and sometimes our tears were our unsaid prayers of our heart.
What started out as being scared and overwhelmed quickly started turning into resolve. And then something funny happened, it started turning into faith. Real faith. Scripture says in Hebrews 11:1 says: Faith being sure of what you hope for and certain of what you do not see. And all of sudden we just KNEW it was going to be okay. I kept telling people that the Lord was going to heal my girl! And I believed it. I truly believed it.
My wonderful husband was believing for healing as well. However, he did ask on a few occasions if I would be okay if the Lord chose not to heal our girl at this time. I told him it didn't matter, she was going to be healed. But if that was the Lord's will, we put our trust in Him and it would be okay. Period. I have never in my life been this sure about anything. Ever. Looking back, that's kinda weird. lol But then again...not.
Our girl's ears popped a few times and such during the 2 weeks between the original diagnosis and the follow-up appointment. Between talks with her and observing things, we noticed it was like "someone" trying to find a station on a dial...tuning in. It was very interesting to watch.
During this time our girl heard on a song on the radio that she got very excited about. It was a new song, and we weren't sure of the name of it or the artist. But I wish you could have seen how excited she was about this song. She said it was "her song" right now. It was really encouraging and speaking to her. The song was by Mark Schultz and it is called "All Things Possible". I will post it later. It's amazing. It was perfect. And I was so proud of my girl.
Yesterday we had our follow-up appointment. It was amazing. The first person saw her old test results and called for another doc to come in and the do the re-test. She did not want a thing to do with it. That is not reassuring in least. But the new doc was extremely knowledgeable and very well educated. When the tests began I started pacing. (my girl was in a room that resembled a safe. She could not see or hear us, but we could hear her). There came a point where I started to pray again, then I let it go and just waited.
After her tests we were told that her hearing now was on the low side of the normal range, but was in fact NORMAL and that she no longer needed hearing aids!! My husband asked a ton of questions trying to get a reason for how this could have happened. How in the world did her hearing get so bad so quick, but then all of a sudden be so much better? There was no medical reason for it what so ever!! She couldn't give us one! In short, IT WAS GOD!!! He healed her!!! He stopped her hearing loss, and we are believing and praying that He is going to continue to restore her hearing!
I am in so much...shock...awe...you name it. You hear stories like this from others. But you never really believe it can happen to you or for you. I believe. Now I believe.
I am a sinner. I make a ton of bad choices and mistakes. There are things in my life I'm not ready to give up or don't know how to give up (like control). But it's so amazing to see that the Lord really does love us in spite of those things. He says "come as you are". He is bigger than I ever imagined Him to be. He answered all our prayers where our girl is concerned. Not because He had too, but because He wanted too. It's one thing to hear of the miracles in scripture, or to hear someone else tell of their miracle (like you reading ours now). But it's a whole other story to live it. It really does happen. Miracles really do happen!! I promise!! My girl's hearing is restored!!! Praise the Lord on high!!
Our girl had issues hearing. Of that I have no doubt. She cried over it. We had many talks over it. Several different doctors confirmed it (three total I do believe...maybe 4). There is NO medical explanation for her healing. It was God. To the Lord be all the Glory!! These things really do happen!! Don't give up hope for whatever you are believing in or going through. Trust that He knows best.
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
After getting the news, we went to Facebook and asked for family and friends to pray for our girl. The responses we received were overwhelming!
We prayed every day. Most of the time, several times a day. Sometimes we quoted scripture, sometimes we prayed from the heart, and sometimes our tears were our unsaid prayers of our heart.
What started out as being scared and overwhelmed quickly started turning into resolve. And then something funny happened, it started turning into faith. Real faith. Scripture says in Hebrews 11:1 says: Faith being sure of what you hope for and certain of what you do not see. And all of sudden we just KNEW it was going to be okay. I kept telling people that the Lord was going to heal my girl! And I believed it. I truly believed it.
My wonderful husband was believing for healing as well. However, he did ask on a few occasions if I would be okay if the Lord chose not to heal our girl at this time. I told him it didn't matter, she was going to be healed. But if that was the Lord's will, we put our trust in Him and it would be okay. Period. I have never in my life been this sure about anything. Ever. Looking back, that's kinda weird. lol But then again...not.
Our girl's ears popped a few times and such during the 2 weeks between the original diagnosis and the follow-up appointment. Between talks with her and observing things, we noticed it was like "someone" trying to find a station on a dial...tuning in. It was very interesting to watch.
During this time our girl heard on a song on the radio that she got very excited about. It was a new song, and we weren't sure of the name of it or the artist. But I wish you could have seen how excited she was about this song. She said it was "her song" right now. It was really encouraging and speaking to her. The song was by Mark Schultz and it is called "All Things Possible". I will post it later. It's amazing. It was perfect. And I was so proud of my girl.
Yesterday we had our follow-up appointment. It was amazing. The first person saw her old test results and called for another doc to come in and the do the re-test. She did not want a thing to do with it. That is not reassuring in least. But the new doc was extremely knowledgeable and very well educated. When the tests began I started pacing. (my girl was in a room that resembled a safe. She could not see or hear us, but we could hear her). There came a point where I started to pray again, then I let it go and just waited.
After her tests we were told that her hearing now was on the low side of the normal range, but was in fact NORMAL and that she no longer needed hearing aids!! My husband asked a ton of questions trying to get a reason for how this could have happened. How in the world did her hearing get so bad so quick, but then all of a sudden be so much better? There was no medical reason for it what so ever!! She couldn't give us one! In short, IT WAS GOD!!! He healed her!!! He stopped her hearing loss, and we are believing and praying that He is going to continue to restore her hearing!
I am in so much...shock...awe...you name it. You hear stories like this from others. But you never really believe it can happen to you or for you. I believe. Now I believe.
I am a sinner. I make a ton of bad choices and mistakes. There are things in my life I'm not ready to give up or don't know how to give up (like control). But it's so amazing to see that the Lord really does love us in spite of those things. He says "come as you are". He is bigger than I ever imagined Him to be. He answered all our prayers where our girl is concerned. Not because He had too, but because He wanted too. It's one thing to hear of the miracles in scripture, or to hear someone else tell of their miracle (like you reading ours now). But it's a whole other story to live it. It really does happen. Miracles really do happen!! I promise!! My girl's hearing is restored!!! Praise the Lord on high!!
Our girl had issues hearing. Of that I have no doubt. She cried over it. We had many talks over it. Several different doctors confirmed it (three total I do believe...maybe 4). There is NO medical explanation for her healing. It was God. To the Lord be all the Glory!! These things really do happen!! Don't give up hope for whatever you are believing in or going through. Trust that He knows best.
Jeremiah 29:11
New International Version (NIV)
Saturday, July 14, 2012
interesting 48 hours
It's been an interesting 48 hours. Yesterday my girl said her ears popped. Neither one of us could remember the last time they did that. We rejoiced.
Today, they hurt. =( I hate hearing that they hurt. But we are holding out hope that this is all part of a miracle taking place to restore her hearing. Keeping hope and faith alive!
Today, they hurt. =( I hate hearing that they hurt. But we are holding out hope that this is all part of a miracle taking place to restore her hearing. Keeping hope and faith alive!
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