In the past week or so my cravings are out of control! My moods are not so bad and I'm still spotting.
Everyone should know by now that my husband got home Saturday late afternoon. Thank you Lord for getting him home safe. Well on the way home we picked up some Krystal's since it was nearing dinner time. I use to like the food there but I've changed my mind. The food sat right in the center of my chest till the following day. No more Krystal's for me. That was a horrible feeling! Let's not forget to mention Rootbeer! OOOHHHH it tastes so good!! For someone who rarely drinks soda. I've had no choice but to drink 4 ounces, okay maybe 6, okay, okay, no more then 8 daily. Did I mention how good it tastes?!
Last night the cravings for Chinese food came on quick and at 8:30pm. When I was pregnant with Sierra I could NOT tolerate the smell of Asian food, but this time around. Let's just say, we've got a little competition between sweet and sour chicken and root beer. It was so good. So when you come to my home, do me a favor? STAY AWAY from my rootbeer!!!! Oh and Winn-Dixie's deli sandwhichs, over priced and tasteless; right now anyway.
My husband and I went to the store today. Well on the way there I must have drove him crazy. I could not make up my mind. It was so bad that I felt nauseous thinking about what I wanted. Last minute decision; I made some very tasting, cheap Mexican food. WOW!!! That too was great! So far my inch size fetus agrees. However, it may decide to change it's mind later.
I'm so fortunate, no I'm blessed. My husband loves me! I've gotten the food I want. Be blessed!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Today is Sept. 11th
How can you forget a day like this. I remember getting the kids dressed that morning preparing to send them off to school. I've always been a news watcher (except this deployment). That tragic am as I said my good byes to my 2 children, I heard on TV that one of the towers had been hit. My jaw dropped as I heard the bus take my kids to school. I thought to myself what a horrible accident. With not much time for settling thoughts I stared at the TV as I watched a second plane hit the other tower. My heart sank. Tears flowed. I was afraid. I knew then we were being attacked. I'm not even sure if I sat down or remained standing. Neighbors came out to check on one another. Some looked at the sky making sure our base wasn't about to get hit. My phone began to ring. Events were taking place on TV that I only thought would be nightmare as I slept. Within an half hour of sending the kids off, the school called. They said we only had a small gap to pick up our children. They said we need to show 2 types of ID and bring them straight home as we waited for word. I didn't waste any time going to get them. As I did I watched our once peaceful base turn to a prison of Marines and their families locked on to the base with no place to go. The children and I sat in front of the TV as we heard there was a 3rd plane out there; missing.
My ex-husband was training Marines in the 54 area at that time. He called me and said, " Lisa, we heard, keep the kids with you our training has stopped and we're being attacked". Those words stood still in my mind. I watched as the people jumped of out the towers. I watched as tragedy took place all over the world. People stared at their TV from one screen into another. People running in the streets. Blood on the faces of Americans. Shocked neighbors as we tried to cope with knowing we would be going to war. I sat as watched our president receive the news in classroom full of children. Gravity bringing the towers to ground zero. I watched as thousands of people lost their lives that day.
Nothing but my children mattered at that moment. I even thought to myself, my daddy; he's gone. Had my dad been here right now to see this it would have broke his heart. He's okay where he's at. He must be. God took him before he watched this take place. I couldn't help but to cry for those who were losing their loved ones. My dad had only been gone 10 months. The reality of losing him still had not settled in. How would these people cope? Theirs was different. They watched it happen and could do nothing to stop it. So many thoughts ran through my head. I thought of a friend who lived in New York. Was she okay? Could I call her and be able to say hello, knowing that she wasn't close to where this took place. Our men and women who served at the time. They were about to face war. Some just turning 18 while others closing the book to their final days of an active duty service member. What were they thinking? What are my children about to face? OMGosh! we have 2 incinerators in our own back yard. Were we about to become the next victims of these peoples madness?
At some point they found the plane that was missing. I watched in awe as suddenly the TV turned it's focus on this plane that hit land with no living passengers. The third one I believe it was. Or maybe the 4th. I can't remember if the pentagon was before it. Either way we lost more lives that day. We were in a war. My (ex) husband was about to leave his children....
I recall crying out to God that day. Why was this taking place? Were those people saved? Did people reach out to them to teach them of Jesus' love? Did they have a personal relationship with our Lord and Savior? We went to Sattleback Church at the time. What was going to become of the world we lived in? Were we in the last days? The people that I love, were they saved?
This was surreal. How could this be? I had never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be alive to see something like this happen to us; Americans. My daughter only 5 saw as lives came to a halt. People being turned upside down from so much dust that covered downtown that day. Could they ever remember it as I will, I asked myself.
It's funny, not really, but think about it? So many people came to their knees that day. Asking for forgiveness, wanting answers, crying to Jesus, looking for salvation, asking the Lord to protect those that lost their loved ones. For one reason or another we gathered together from household to household, stranger to stranger, church to church, and prayed. I don't recall a time in my life where the churches were filled beyond their capacity.
We face tragedy each day, some worse then others. We may not face it like we did that day, but we do. As that day taught us we can never know when we'll face something like this again. Why do we sit still and do nothing when everything around us keeps going? Why do we face relationships and not time take a moment to show them who God really is? What if you could reach out to one person and that person meets the Lord the next day. You have allowed yourself to give them a gift that comes with no price. The price was already paid for us. Jesus shed his blood so that we may have eternal life. Why do we feel shame when talking to others about the one who can change who we are inside and out?
For those who don't know Jesus. Now is your time. You are a witness to that day. You saw how in fact things can change. Can you guarantee that you would have eternal life if you died today? If you have children, wouldn't you want them to know about a powerful, loving, forgiving, God. Even when we're overcomed by darkness he will still be there to pull us out of the storm. He never intends to leave nor forsake us. It's a promise to us. The shortest scripture in the bible says "Jesus wept". He cried for us, you and I. Not for himself but for us, just like he did when he took all our sins to the cross with him. Every single sin that we have done and will do he took it with him some 2000 years ago. Isn't it small enough to ask that we believe in him and ask forgiveness. My question to you, would you die for thousands of people even before they were born? He did. For both you and I. He knew you before he bore you. It's never too late. No matter what you've done he'll forgive you. He's that awesome. He's always at arms reach all you have to do is extend yours and cry out to him. He's ready; are you?
My ex-husband was training Marines in the 54 area at that time. He called me and said, " Lisa, we heard, keep the kids with you our training has stopped and we're being attacked". Those words stood still in my mind. I watched as the people jumped of out the towers. I watched as tragedy took place all over the world. People stared at their TV from one screen into another. People running in the streets. Blood on the faces of Americans. Shocked neighbors as we tried to cope with knowing we would be going to war. I sat as watched our president receive the news in classroom full of children. Gravity bringing the towers to ground zero. I watched as thousands of people lost their lives that day.
Nothing but my children mattered at that moment. I even thought to myself, my daddy; he's gone. Had my dad been here right now to see this it would have broke his heart. He's okay where he's at. He must be. God took him before he watched this take place. I couldn't help but to cry for those who were losing their loved ones. My dad had only been gone 10 months. The reality of losing him still had not settled in. How would these people cope? Theirs was different. They watched it happen and could do nothing to stop it. So many thoughts ran through my head. I thought of a friend who lived in New York. Was she okay? Could I call her and be able to say hello, knowing that she wasn't close to where this took place. Our men and women who served at the time. They were about to face war. Some just turning 18 while others closing the book to their final days of an active duty service member. What were they thinking? What are my children about to face? OMGosh! we have 2 incinerators in our own back yard. Were we about to become the next victims of these peoples madness?
At some point they found the plane that was missing. I watched in awe as suddenly the TV turned it's focus on this plane that hit land with no living passengers. The third one I believe it was. Or maybe the 4th. I can't remember if the pentagon was before it. Either way we lost more lives that day. We were in a war. My (ex) husband was about to leave his children....
I recall crying out to God that day. Why was this taking place? Were those people saved? Did people reach out to them to teach them of Jesus' love? Did they have a personal relationship with our Lord and Savior? We went to Sattleback Church at the time. What was going to become of the world we lived in? Were we in the last days? The people that I love, were they saved?
This was surreal. How could this be? I had never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be alive to see something like this happen to us; Americans. My daughter only 5 saw as lives came to a halt. People being turned upside down from so much dust that covered downtown that day. Could they ever remember it as I will, I asked myself.
It's funny, not really, but think about it? So many people came to their knees that day. Asking for forgiveness, wanting answers, crying to Jesus, looking for salvation, asking the Lord to protect those that lost their loved ones. For one reason or another we gathered together from household to household, stranger to stranger, church to church, and prayed. I don't recall a time in my life where the churches were filled beyond their capacity.
We face tragedy each day, some worse then others. We may not face it like we did that day, but we do. As that day taught us we can never know when we'll face something like this again. Why do we sit still and do nothing when everything around us keeps going? Why do we face relationships and not time take a moment to show them who God really is? What if you could reach out to one person and that person meets the Lord the next day. You have allowed yourself to give them a gift that comes with no price. The price was already paid for us. Jesus shed his blood so that we may have eternal life. Why do we feel shame when talking to others about the one who can change who we are inside and out?
For those who don't know Jesus. Now is your time. You are a witness to that day. You saw how in fact things can change. Can you guarantee that you would have eternal life if you died today? If you have children, wouldn't you want them to know about a powerful, loving, forgiving, God. Even when we're overcomed by darkness he will still be there to pull us out of the storm. He never intends to leave nor forsake us. It's a promise to us. The shortest scripture in the bible says "Jesus wept". He cried for us, you and I. Not for himself but for us, just like he did when he took all our sins to the cross with him. Every single sin that we have done and will do he took it with him some 2000 years ago. Isn't it small enough to ask that we believe in him and ask forgiveness. My question to you, would you die for thousands of people even before they were born? He did. For both you and I. He knew you before he bore you. It's never too late. No matter what you've done he'll forgive you. He's that awesome. He's always at arms reach all you have to do is extend yours and cry out to him. He's ready; are you?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Morning sickness here, but it's and after thought.
The kids and I made a twin size (sheet) banner today. Our house is sparkly clean. We're waiting with anticipation. No one is sleepy. Time has come to a crawl. The best part is that in 4 hours daddy will be home for a long, long time!!!!! He'll even be here to for the delivery of our fourth baby!! I'm so excited and happy to have my gorgeous husband home.
Pregnancy; So I started bleeding again. This time some of it was fresh. I'll be okay. We're just going to go with the flow. Still lots of sickness and tiredness. I think I really like feeling morning sickness right now. It assures me that baby is growing.
Hey did I mention my husband is coming home?! Pictures will come soon. Thank you to all my friends, family, including church family for supporting us these past 9.5 months! We love you all. The reunion is soon to come!
Pregnancy; So I started bleeding again. This time some of it was fresh. I'll be okay. We're just going to go with the flow. Still lots of sickness and tiredness. I think I really like feeling morning sickness right now. It assures me that baby is growing.
Hey did I mention my husband is coming home?! Pictures will come soon. Thank you to all my friends, family, including church family for supporting us these past 9.5 months! We love you all. The reunion is soon to come!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
In Everything Give Thanks
First and far most I want to thank you Lord for answering everyone's prayers. I noticed through out the day that I no longer have the bleeding. However I do intend to keep things at a slow pace until Monday when I can go back to the gym!
Thank you everyone for all your prayers! I believe in the power of prayer that's for sure. We all should. Lord teach me to pray (Luke 11:1).
I felt great this am. Even did some yard work relieving some stress. Man it felt good! Don't worry it was no where near strenuous. All I did was light some leaves on fire. We did quite a bit of house work. My (real) stress relief; a hair cut!
So how do I feel? Well I don't have morning sickness but I do have afternoon, evening, and night sickness. Yep all but "morning sickness". I didn't get a nap in today so I feel sleepy and fat and I'm not even showing yet.
The best news today! The hubby will be home tomorrow night!!! Thank you Lord for keeping him safe while he was away. As of now that's all folks!
Thank you everyone for all your prayers! I believe in the power of prayer that's for sure. We all should. Lord teach me to pray (Luke 11:1).
I felt great this am. Even did some yard work relieving some stress. Man it felt good! Don't worry it was no where near strenuous. All I did was light some leaves on fire. We did quite a bit of house work. My (real) stress relief; a hair cut!
So how do I feel? Well I don't have morning sickness but I do have afternoon, evening, and night sickness. Yep all but "morning sickness". I didn't get a nap in today so I feel sleepy and fat and I'm not even showing yet.
The best news today! The hubby will be home tomorrow night!!! Thank you Lord for keeping him safe while he was away. As of now that's all folks!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The news that everyone knows about!
Mike and I are having our 4th baby. For those that do not know; he came home on emergency leave July 15th. I was put in the hospital for about a week before he arrived, literally right before. While he was home for 2 weeks we managed to get pregnant. Amazing isn't it how God plans all this out?! I was pretty surprised, after all I hadn't been on birth control for about 2.5 years. A huge part of me thought it was no longer going to happen, boy was I wrong.
Here we are at 8 weeks pregnant. Every Tuesday is a new week and different changes. I have decided that on top of highlights I would actually write a (open) journal about how I feel and what my body feels and looks like as this little blessing begins to grow. Obviously that means there is going to be alot to read about.
Let's start by saying this. I'm actually in need of as many prayers as possible. You know a back up and protection for this little lima bean. Currently I'm having some "brown" spotting. I feel okay. I say okay because I am still having morning sickness, tiredness, and feeling bloated. All healthy signs of being pregnant. I know no matter what that this is only God's will and not mine/ours. I'm leaving it in his hands but prayers are VERY welcomed.
Moving on; One question, how can you be hungry and feel the need to vomit all at the same time? So far with all the nausea I've only "puked" once. When I eat my belly fills up pretty fast. With my other three I never did experience mood swings but this time around they are in full swing. Go figure, I have been working on my anger for quite some time, now I'm moody because I'm pregnant! I'm doing what I can to control it though. I'm bloated and I feel like none of my clothes fit me. Funny that they do but as quick as I get full I'm in no mood to wear pants that I have to unbutton while I eat. It's like a Thanksgiving meal every time food enters my mouth!! That's without swallowing too.
The worst part of being pregnant (speaking for myself) is morning sickness. By the way why do they call it that when it last all day and night? The best part is knowing that you and your husband have been given a precious gift from the Lord. You get to feel it grow inside you. A small innocent little life, inside you!
Here we are at 8 weeks pregnant. Every Tuesday is a new week and different changes. I have decided that on top of highlights I would actually write a (open) journal about how I feel and what my body feels and looks like as this little blessing begins to grow. Obviously that means there is going to be alot to read about.
Let's start by saying this. I'm actually in need of as many prayers as possible. You know a back up and protection for this little lima bean. Currently I'm having some "brown" spotting. I feel okay. I say okay because I am still having morning sickness, tiredness, and feeling bloated. All healthy signs of being pregnant. I know no matter what that this is only God's will and not mine/ours. I'm leaving it in his hands but prayers are VERY welcomed.
Moving on; One question, how can you be hungry and feel the need to vomit all at the same time? So far with all the nausea I've only "puked" once. When I eat my belly fills up pretty fast. With my other three I never did experience mood swings but this time around they are in full swing. Go figure, I have been working on my anger for quite some time, now I'm moody because I'm pregnant! I'm doing what I can to control it though. I'm bloated and I feel like none of my clothes fit me. Funny that they do but as quick as I get full I'm in no mood to wear pants that I have to unbutton while I eat. It's like a Thanksgiving meal every time food enters my mouth!! That's without swallowing too.
The worst part of being pregnant (speaking for myself) is morning sickness. By the way why do they call it that when it last all day and night? The best part is knowing that you and your husband have been given a precious gift from the Lord. You get to feel it grow inside you. A small innocent little life, inside you!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
He is student of week for this!!!!
When I was born I had no clothes worn
I wasn’t fat and my head couldn’t fit in a hat.
Later on I turned one
I was my mom’s only son.
One year later I turned two
I wouldn’t be surprised if my first word was “Poo”.
At year three my grandfather passed away
But, he went to meet Jesus so that’s okay.
At year four it wasn’t much of a bore
My sister went to school while I got to sleep in and snore.
At year five I finally went to school
I cried a lot; boy did I look like a fool.
I turned six later on that year
That’s when I had my very first fear (Chucky)
Then comes year seven I was in the second grade
Man, in the second grade I had it all made
Eight years old and moving to Japan
Took a military plane, it was hot and they didn’t even have a fan
Got to Japan, man it was nice, thought it was going to be the best years of my life
Nine years old, one of the best years
Started playing football everyday with my favorite peers
Year ten, biggest birthday I ever had
Everyone was so happy, no one was sad
Few months later we had to move
I’m going to miss Japanese people how they dance and groove
Got here to Milton where it’s nice and hot
Finally to turned to a preteen, I loved it a lot
That same year I did the best thing ever
I got saved, couldn’t of chose anything better
Now I’m 13 still bending on my knee
Still following Jesus because he gave his life for you and me.
By Michael Gonzales Sept. 2010
I wasn’t fat and my head couldn’t fit in a hat.
Later on I turned one
I was my mom’s only son.
One year later I turned two
I wouldn’t be surprised if my first word was “Poo”.
At year three my grandfather passed away
But, he went to meet Jesus so that’s okay.
At year four it wasn’t much of a bore
My sister went to school while I got to sleep in and snore.
At year five I finally went to school
I cried a lot; boy did I look like a fool.
I turned six later on that year
That’s when I had my very first fear (Chucky)
Then comes year seven I was in the second grade
Man, in the second grade I had it all made
Eight years old and moving to Japan
Took a military plane, it was hot and they didn’t even have a fan
Got to Japan, man it was nice, thought it was going to be the best years of my life
Nine years old, one of the best years
Started playing football everyday with my favorite peers
Year ten, biggest birthday I ever had
Everyone was so happy, no one was sad
Few months later we had to move
I’m going to miss Japanese people how they dance and groove
Got here to Milton where it’s nice and hot
Finally to turned to a preteen, I loved it a lot
That same year I did the best thing ever
I got saved, couldn’t of chose anything better
Now I’m 13 still bending on my knee
Still following Jesus because he gave his life for you and me.
By Michael Gonzales Sept. 2010
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