Back to blogging!

What a long and crazy week it has been around here! I have never experienced anything like it, ever. I am so excited after a week and a day to be able to finally get back to blogging! I have really been missing it...not just writing, but also reading the blogs that I have the great privilege of following. I can't wait to get back to reading some of the posts I have missed. I also can't wait to write some. There is so much in my mind right now. There were so many senses that were affected this week. Things that I look forward to sharing: sights, sounds, smells, feelings- both physical and emotional- that were experienced this week. I know people are calling it winter storm, and I know it brought very wintery precipitation, but it's still fall, so FALL storm Alfred brought about some interesting memories that I will look forward to sharing soon! So great to be back to blogging!!
Lord, thank you for helping us make it through this storm safely, and allowing me some very special memories with mom and Bella.

Missing blogging

Really missing blogging right now! Hope to get back to it again soon, when I have power.

Lions and Tigers and Bears...Oh My!

A man is found dead on his property and the cages of his exotic animals are all unlocked and opened. The animals have escaped and are running free in a small town while police try to find them. It sounds like a good mysterious, police novel, doesn't it? Sadly, it's a true story. As I turned on the news yesterday morning and heard this news story, I thought for sure someone was making something up or that I was hearing things wrong. Not so...I heard it correctly. In the morning when I heard it, they didn't know or say what happened to the man, just that he was dead. People in town were calling 911 to report seeing a lion and a bear loose from this man's property. Police arrived to see the man on the ground, dead, with some animals around him and other animals roaming. The police were quite familiar with this man, he has had these exotic animals for a while and the authorities were constantly dealing with him about one of them getting loose, or some of the deplorable conditions that the animals were subjected to. He had been to prison a time or two because of these things. The police now had to deal with these wild animals that were loose. There were lions, Bengal tigers, a Siberian tiger, cheetahs, black bears, grizzly bears, wolves, camels, giraffes and monkeys. Over 50 animals had been let out of their cages and were roaming around the streets. The police did try to tranquilize one of the cats, but it went wild and kept running. Sadly they had to just shoot it, it was night time and who knows where it could have ended up, so for their own safety and the safety of the general public it had to be done. The police knew they had a dangerous situation on their hands. It was now night and trying to find and tranquilize these animals at night would have been too difficult. The sheriffs just wanted to keep the public safe. If the tranquilizers didn't take much effect, the animals could have escaped into the night causing danger to the people. So the deputy sheriff had to make a tough decision to have his men "shoot to kill" each of these escaped animals. As I have heard many people share, "this is sad on all levels". First, the state laws could have been changed to keep from allowing this man to have exotic animals, second he should never have been allowed to still have all of these animals if he wasn't caring for them properly, and last this man knew that opening these cages would put a death sentence on these animals that he loved so much. Of course there are those who are quite upset that these animals were killed. As much of an animal lover as I am, I hated seeing that happen to these animals, but I understood why they needed to do this. Yes, I am a real animal lover...in fourth grade I had to write a paper about things that I looked forward to being able to do when I was an adult, or something like that. After writing that I really wanted to wear high heels when I got older, I wrote that I really wanted to have a farm with dogs, cats, horses, chickens, cows, and ducks...or something similar to that. I have always so badly wanted to work in a zoo, or even just be allowed to feed some cute little monkey, or tiger cub, or my favorite animal...panda bear. I really hope sometime to enjoy the beluga whale or penguin programs at Mystic Aquarium. You can get in the water with the beluga whales and feed them, or go in a private room and get to see penguins up close, would LOVE that!! Anyway, as much as I love animals, I felt that the police were justified in doing what they did. Human life is more important. Many don't feel that way in today's society...it's OK to kill an unborn child, but considered barbaric to kill animals that pose a danger human life. This is a backward way of thinking. Even Jack Hanna, who I admire because he gets to be around animals all the time and knows so much about them and takes great care of them, even he said that this was what the police had to do. He also said he was going to do as much as he possibly can to ensure that nothing like this happens again. There were still a few animals that were in the house and he is taking those to the Columbus Zoo, where he is the director. Some story...
Lord, help us to value human life. You created man, and gave man dominion over the animals. When we are more upset over animals than innocent children being killed, there is something wrong with that thinking. We of course should desire to care for your creation and the animals you have placed on the earth, and not wrongfully mistreat them for our own means. In the same breath we should desire to care for the children you have created, without mistreating them for our own selfish desires and means.

Refreshment

We have all had those moments...we worked hard, played hard, or were off someplace for a while, and became desperate for some refreshment. We couldn't wait to get that water, or lemonade, or iced tea, for some maybe soda, but water seems to truly be the thirst quencher. Even my dog gets to the point where she is desperate for some water. We have had some unseasonably warm days, Sunday we broke a record by getting up to 85 degrees. Columbus Day was also 85. I took Bella for a little walk and she was pretty hot by the time we got back home, I know she wanted her water, but there was a distraction...the homemaker/companion was there and Bella just wanted very badly to greet her. She doesn't seem very comfortable with Bella, so I held on tightly to Bella, tried to get her to drink her water, but since she wouldn't, I just brought her downstairs with me. She was going to have to wait until this lady left before she could get some water. After the homemaker/companion left, Bella wildly searched the house for her, upon not finding her, she finally went to get her drink. I know she needed it. There are other times when Bella and I are playing with her toys, I will throw them and she races around to go get them. She plays hard, and at some point she will run really hard toward where I threw the toy... and then veer off to her water bowl to guzzle some water instead. That refreshment becoming more important to her than her toys. She sometimes drinks so fast that she starts to choke, crazy girl. Again, I'm sure we can relate to that feeling, times where we have been so thirsty that we are just desperate to get that water.
For Christians I'm sure we can relate to this in a spiritual sense as well. Sometimes we are in those dry desert places spiritually and are in desperate need for refreshment. Do we allow distractions to keep us from it, or do we desire it so much that nothing can stop us from getting that needed refreshment? I have been there lately and have struggled to find enough refreshment to satisfy my overwhelming thirst. Last Saturday I had the opportunity to be refreshed. I had been invited to go to a women's conference. I was hesitant because Saturdays are such necessary days to rest. I wasn't sure my exhausted body could make it through an all day conference. I was getting distracted like Bella had been, with something that I wanted, or thought I needed more than that refreshment. As I was trying to decide, the Lord impressed upon me how much I was saying I was struggling, needing to hear from Him and feel Him, and here was this opportunity, so why not take it...a free ticket to a women's conference with good friends. OK, that was it, I had to go. I told that friend that I would take that ticket and meet her there. I got up early Saturday morning, so I could be at the church by 8. I got there and met up with my friends and got ready for a day that I hoped would meet my need. There were main speakers and workshops to attend. The first workshop on How to Get Over Disappointment was perfect for me. The speaker used the story of the woman at the well to bring out some great points. My heart was truly stirred and I felt some of my thirst dissipating. The second workshop was Fear Not Tomorrow For God is Already There. How could I not go to that one? Just what I needed! This lady definitely spoke from experience as she has dealt with an unfaithful husband, an abusive situation after that, a daughter who has made some poor decisions and a grandchild born with health problems. These ladies shared their hearts with us, and were so real. That is something I have talked about lately, and I think it's so important. I could relate to what they were saying about the struggles, even the struggles to see God at times. This was such a great help so I could grasp what they shared about how they dealt with their problems, and sought God through them. My thirst was being quenched. The last main session was by the lady that did the first workshop, and once again I enjoyed her thoroughly. She has been struggling with some things recently- being broke, losing her house and the office where she worked, losing her dad, needing friends to put money together to help her to even be able to attend his funeral in Ghana, losing a relationship with her siblings- but she shared how she has seen God's hand working through these situations. She soon found out that her father had left two houses to her in his will, along with a company employed by hundreds of people. There are still some things that she has to deal with in those situations, but she has seen the Lord at work. I was truly being blessed. The songs that were sung, the truths that were shared, the fellowship we enjoyed, the stories that were told, were truly filling my cup. By the end of that day, I felt that my cup was overflowing. I'm so thankful that I wasn't like Bella, allowing distractions (for me...sleeping in and relaxing on my Saturday), to keep me from the refreshment that I truly needed. I continue to feel refreshed as I think back to the things learned and shared from that day.
Lord, thank you for refreshment when we are in dry desert places. I know you desire that we be filled and fulfilled in You. Thank you for showing me the importance of not allowing distractions to keep me from the refreshment You have for me. May we keep seeking You in those dry desert places, knowing that only through You will we be truly refreshed.

My Admission...

I am........a hugger! I have been for quite a while. Some may not have known that about me, others know it all too well. I don't hide it, I mean, it's not something I can really hide. I love hugs!!! I love getting them, I love giving them, it's just who I am. Now don't get me wrong and don't worry, I don't just go up to random people and start hugging them, not at all. But, if you've been around me and know me well, then you have probably received one from me.(Wanted or unwanted at times. I do try to take into consideration that there are some people that are just not like me. They don't care for them much...shocking! Sometimes I may miss that seemingly obvious hesitation because it comes as such a natural thing for me, and I could never even begin to imagine a hug being unwanted!) I thrive on them! Hugs just make me happy, for me they reach all the way to the heart. I often walk down the hallway looking forward to receiving one, two, or a few hugs from my kids. It is almost offensive to me if one of my kids should walk by without sharing one with me. I know some of you may not agree with me or feel the same way as I do about this, but I make no apologies, as I said before...this is who I am. For me, hugs are necessary, heartfelt, and my way of life. I enjoy my alone times, but I don't think I could function without hugs in my life. I do have to share that I don't believe at all that hugs only come in the form of a physical touch, many are felt in other ways...a text, a kind word spoken, a nice deed done for someone, a listening ear, a prayer...many different ways. I guess the reason why I chose to write this post is because I have received many hugs this week from many different people in many different ways. Each of those hugs this week has felt like a direct message of love from God himself. Tuesday I received a hug from a former employer, I guess I could just say a friend, another came from a friend in the form of a wonderful chicken dinner for me that was totally unexpected. Wednesday and Thursday I received hugs from parents of former students, where again, I can just say friends, through several texts or words of encouragement or actual physical hugs. I also received some from co-workers...again,friends, who encouraged me by talking with me and helping me in different ways. And all throughout the week, I have gotten sweet hugs from my kids, little and big. I love it! I thrive on it! Whatever your feelings about hugs, think about sharing one today, it doesn't have to be a physical one if that's not your thing. Think of other ways of sharing a hug. Send an encouraging text or note, talk to someone and listen to them, and give them time to share with you, make a nice treat for someone, offer to pray with someone, just show someone you care. Those kinds of hugs are doable for anyone. But if you're not ashamed to admit you're like me, just go up to someone (again probably not just anyone) and share that physical hug, it's a great thing. I feel so much better after admitting this. I hope this won't change your thoughts of me, I hope it will maybe change your thoughts about those wonderful things called hugs...share one today.
Lord, thank you for hugs, especially the ones you send to us to remind us how much You love us.

A Day in the Life of a Caregiver

Of course things vary from day to day, so this is more of just snippets and examples of every day life, some days are easier than others, and some are quite difficult. Get up and get washed up for the day...go into mom's room to get Bella to take her out and tell mom to get up to go to the bathroom...take Bella out...go back inside to finish getting ready for the day...if mom hasn't gotten up, remind her again to get up to go to the bathroom. If she has gotten out of bed, check on her and make sure she is OK. If everything is OK, continue to get ready for school, and spend time with the Lord. Then there are the days, when things are not OK and at some point of the morning the words, "I'm soaking wet" are heard. That means stop whatever getting ready is going on to take care of that. Go into mom's room, take the wet sheets off the bed, put them downstairs to be ready for the laundry later (the laundry can't be started or else mom feels she has to go help finish it, and cannot be going up and down the stairs, especially with laundry or the laundry basket in her hands)...wipe down the pad on the bed...put the clean sheets on the bed...go check on her again, take her wet clothes and put them downstairs as well to make sure she does not just put them with the other clothes in the laundry basket... then sometimes there are the hard moments trying to encourage her to understand that she is not a burden, she is not too much trouble, or ugly, or just needing to be in a nursing home. That in itself can take so much out of the caregiver. Then if it's not the time to take care of the wet things, it's the time to find the missing things...the glasses that are not in the case or on the table in the room, or on the dresser, or on the kitchen table, or in the bathroom, but on the couch in the living room...or the wig that is not on the styrofoam head, or the crate next to it, or in the bed, or under the bed, or on the chair where some clothes are kept, or in the living room, or in the kitchen (and yes, I checked the food closet, the oven and even the refrigerator and freezer!! No place is out of bounds these days.), who would have guessed that it would be in one of dad's old hats in the hall closet. It was a rainy day, and she put the hat on to take Bella out I'm sure, then it stayed in the hat. After taking care of all of that, then finish getting ready to go. Scramble the egg, get the toast, and the butter, put it on the plate for mom to make her egg sandwich for when she eats breakfast. Make toast for myself to bring to school for my breakfast. Make sure mom's pills are on her plate so she will remember to take them...head off to school. Give my energy for things needed there...come home and take Bella out...try to convince her to come inside after a while...make dinner or heat up what is already in the refrigerator...give mom "permission" to take her bath...help mom get her dinner or her drink back to her room so she can sit in bed and eat...get Bella's dinner and bring it in to mom's room...eat dinner...wash the dishes and clean the kitchen...get ready for evening...take Bella out again...go try to relax a little before bedtime. Sometimes that includes taking care of the laundry, or being available for mom's beck and call for whatever she needs for that moment. And sometimes, thankfully, I get to just blog it out. Sometimes it's putting cream on the spots, putting lotion on the legs and feet, clipping the toenails, or taking care of the face. Other times there is a bit of time to relax and zone out downstairs. These things can truly exhaust the caregiver, but sometimes with so many things on the mind and so many emotions, it is hard for sleep to come to the caregiver. It does eventually come, but all too soon comes the morning where it starts again. Would the caregiver want it any other way? Of course not, even though it's difficult, it's what the caregiver chooses and feels pleased to do. Realizing that they were cared for for years, the caregiver wants to be able to give back and care for the one who cared for them. There are lots of emotions that go along with the care, which cannot be seen or shown to the one being cared for, so the caregiver many times just has to deal with those emotions on his/her own. This is not meant to be a "feel bad for the caregiver" post, but just a little knowledge of what caregivers do on a daily basis. To all those who are caregivers, you are doing a great job honoring your loved ones. Be encouraged that there are some that can understand what days may be like for you and those people want to encourage you to keep on keeping on.
*As I finished posting this last night, I realized I missed a couple of things for after school. Many times it's not just coming home from school. Sometimes it entails heading to the grocery store to pick up things that cannot wait until the weekend. Sometimes it's rushing home to pick do a quick pick-up to head to an appointment, whether it be the doctor, physical therapist, dermatologist, or neurologist...although there are many more appointments that need to be made for the person being cared for. Sometimes it's going from that appointment to something else as well. Then coming home to take Bella out, get dinner, give permission for the bath, also answer several times what day it is. The frustration level from answering that has amazingly gotten much better though. After dinner and a little time to relax, take Bella out again, head inside to give Bella her fresh breath treat, and give mom her night time meds. Pray with her so she will sleep well without seeing black things when she closes her eyes, which hasn't been mentioned much lately.
Now that should take care of the evening things that were thought of afterward. If any others come to mind they will be added too. :)
Lord, thank you for caring for the caregiver. Help us to draw our strength from You.

10 years

10 years ago tomorrow is a day that changed America forever. I will never forget it. Oddly enough it was a crazy year before September 11. We weren't even in school yet. We couldn't be in our school building because the old part of it had to be torn down. There were some problems with the process and it took longer than expected because of the problems encountered by the people doing the work. Since we couldn't be in the school building we were prepared to move over to the church, but that didn't work out either. We had a meeting to give parents what they needed to get started at home until we could start. So, we were not in school that day. 10 years ago, mom and dad were still healthy and well, and were both working...mom at the Town Hall as a temp, and dad at Cigna where he worked as a cook for 30 years or so. That morning I was sleeping in since I didn't have anywhere to be. My neighbor called that morning probably around 9 or so and asked if I had been watching the news. I oddly enough had gotten up and was doing a few things, but hadn't turned the TV on yet, which was not normal for me. I normally turn the TV on first thing so I can watch the news, but this morning for some reason I didn't. My neighbor told me that a couple of planes had crashed into the World Trade Center buildings. I was shocked to hear it, but somehow in my mind it didn't compute that it was here, it had to be "someplace else". When I turned on the news, I was shocked to see what I was seeing. I couldn't take my eyes off of the TV. I think I called my mom to see how they were doing there at Town Hall. Thankfully they were fine there. I don't remember if I called my dad, I don't think I knew how to get ahold of him in the kitchen of Cigna. I just looked forward to them both getting home, so we could be together during this crazy time. The worst thing for me was knowing that I wouldn't even be able to be home with them that night because I was supposed to be house/cat/mom sitting for a family from my mom's church. Her daughter and son-in-law were going on a mini vacation and I was staying over the house for a night or two so they could get away. I hoped that maybe they would cancel. The last thing I wanted was to be away from home that night. When I got over to the house of this couple, they hadn't had the TV on and didn't know what was happening. I told them and they turned it on when I got there and watched it for a little bit before they left. So, there I was in this house trying to be comfortable, but it's extra hard on a day like this. It was weird sleeping in a different house that night, when I just wanted to be safe in my house, in my bed, with my parents. I had the weirdest dream that night, too. I dreamed that we were at a church and were being attacked. We had to go into a basement or bunker or something like that to be safe from these bombs and things going off. It was pretty freaky, especially waking up from it and being in a weird house. It was a rough night for me. I was so glad to get back home after they came back. I think I ended up just watching the news and talk shows and everything I could to see what I hadn't been able to see while I was "sitting". My heart kept breaking over and over as I saw the heartbreaking images from that day. Hearing the stories of loved ones, hearing final messages that some of the victims sent to their families, seeing the images of those that felt it would be better to just jump rather than stay in that burning building. I was forever touched and changed by that day, as I know the whole world was. I was also never more proud to be an American. I was so proud to see so many flags on homes, cars, everywhere! We came together as we so often do in times of tragedy. I didn't know anyone who died that day, but my cousin actually worked in one of the World Trade Centers. That day, oddly enough, but thankfully, he overslept. One of his friends called him to see if he could get in touch with him. His friend was shocked that he answered. My cousin jumped up and was about to get off of the phone to get ready to head off to work, but his friend told him to turn on the TV to see what was going on because he wasn't going to be able to go to work that day. He was shocked! What a moment for him, mixed emotions of not having been there, but thinking of the people he worked with who lost their lives, and then the reality of not having a job either. What a tough time, so many innocent lives lost, so many moms, dads, brothers, sisters, family members, friends, police officers, firefighters. Along with the almost 3,000 lives lost that day, jobs were lost, buildings were lost, and our security, comfort, and innocence were also lost. These evil men brought such destruction and devastation, and tried to destroy America, but they just proved to bring us together and make us stronger. We are still standing, and by God's grace we are still here. Things have changed and we are much more leery and careful, but we are still strong.
Lord, that was a tough, scary, extremely sad day for America, but you weren't missing on that day. You were there the whole time, watching and taking care of us. Thank you for allowing us to continue to be one nation under You. Thank you for being an ever faithful God!