tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27179582743889152552024-03-13T06:34:25.445-07:00the lee's ~ chapter 16wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.comBlogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-11047697258760427412014-03-09T17:21:00.002-07:002014-03-09T17:37:27.603-07:00reflectionsit's been a long winter...not just here in virginia beach, but across the country. this winter was TERRIBLE. never ending. or so it seemed. unpredictable. last sunday i walked on the beach barefoot, drove with the convertible top down...by that evening all schools were cancelled and by morning the next couple days we were home because of snow and ice. <br />
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today is daylight savings time. an extra hour. and the sun was shining. i used the first bonus hour of the year to take maya for a walk. she may not move til morning. i normally listen to music. not tonight. i used that quiet. to think. to process. to reflect.</div>
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my life has felt a lot like this long winter...periods of cold, dark, grey...some things are just too personal to share. but i can and will say that spring is here. it's been a long journey, full of unexpected realizations: i am stronger than i ever dreamed. i am not defined by what others see in me (or what they don't see in me). i am creative. i am hopeful. i am happy. i am moving forward. step by step. day by day. month by month. and i feel good (cue the james brown music).</div>
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today not only marks daylight savings time but it also marks a decade since a very dear friend was in what ended up being a fatal car accident. she was on her way to my house...for a surprise baby shower she had planned for the birth of my youngest...and she didn't make it there. the memory of that will never fade.</div>
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but what will ALSO never fade are the other memories. as i have reflected today, i think if i had to use one word to describe debbie it would be GRACE. this woman taught me about grace and it DEFIED every perception i had of family, of friends, of God. her friendship, and the grace she encouraged me to extend to myself...changed my life. forever.</div>
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i'll never forget the night that i let my vulnerability show. it was the beginning of a BEAUTIFUL story. i was struggling...little did she realize just how much...and she suggested i take a walk every night. the suggestion brought me to immediate tears. what she didn't realize was that i was paralyzed by fear. afraid to even go for a walk around the block. her suggestion...and the trust that i felt with her...exposed the whole thing. and my secret was out. she started coming over, spending time with me. talking. listening. encouraging. extending grace. she asked if we could use my home as a meeting place for a small group of women...because it was the 'perfect location.' (really it was just that she knew it was the only way to ensure i'd faithfully attend). and this small group of women met every other tuesday...for YEARS. we spent 9/11 together. and we spent the morning of her car accident together...waiting for her to arrive...and she never did.<br />
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if you know me AT ALL...even the teensiest bit...then you realize how much of a contrast there is between that scared young mom and the adventurous old mom that i am now (lol). that paralyzed woman traveled to africa...TWICE...within two years of that confession. she had two more children (call me crazy, i know...i know). she moved across the country...twice (rolling eyes). survived truck fires and hurricanes...and her story isn't over.</div>
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debbie was 47 when she passed away. i am 47 today. she lived life to it's fullest. EVERY single day. i didn't then. but i learned to. and i continue to. </div>
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tonight's walk had me thinking...about how much has changed in those ten years. everything. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED. family has changed. friends have changed. i have changed. but God...and his GRACE...they never change.</div>
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moving forward with hope and grace...and peace.</div>
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wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-47204670699316259452013-09-18T06:26:00.002-07:002013-09-18T06:26:32.196-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;">Did you KNOW</span> that when you move to Virginia you have 30 days
to change your driver’s license over? I
found out last October when a kind policeman was nice enough to inform me. I wasn’t ticketed for this violation and I
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Wouldn’t you know ANOTHER nice policeman told me the SAME
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Smiles! At the
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states. I had brought along
documentation of pretty much everything I’ve ever done in my lifetime. Birth Certificate, first tooth lost, lock of
hair, picture of my first boyfriend, high school yearbook, a letter of
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She thoroughly examined each piece of identification. And then she got to my expired passport. She looked at it. She looked at me. She looked at it again. And then she looked back up at me. She pushed her reading glasses up on top of
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For the first time in my life, I do believe I wanted to just
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She input all the info and then said, “Have you held a
Virginia license before?” And I said yes.
This was not one of the 3,592 questions on the form I’d already filled
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I asked her if I could see it. She turned the screen and there I was. <b><span style="font-size: large;">Young me.</span></b>
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Twelve?” and started laughing. Funny thing is I remember that day. I remember the sweater. The DMV.
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She took the photo and then said, <b>“Now let’s replace that
girl…WHAT DID SHE KNOW ANYHOW? Let’s get
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wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-47763799533438273782013-07-07T12:04:00.002-07:002013-07-07T12:04:21.955-07:00hi. my name is wendy. and yes, i'm still alive :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i started a new job. </span><br />
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it's full time.<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">i love it. </span></b><br />
but it's the first FULL TIME job i've had (aside from raising four kids which certainly goes BEYOND full time).<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> anyhow, i've been a little busy so pardon my lack of blogging. </span><br />
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this morning i ALMOST didn't go to church.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> i was tired.</span> some obnoxious apartment dwellers across the courtyard decided to have a knock down drag out in the middle of the night. which resulted in carson & hudson climbing in bed with me. which resulted in me getting kicked, rolled over on, whacked by random arms...etc.<br />
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SO I WAS EXHAUSTED. and ALMOST blew it off.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">glad i didn't. </span><br />
still a relatively new church for us.<br />
i met the associate pastor one evening when i attended a dave ramsey course, carson & hudson in tow. he was really sweet and offered up his office (with cartoons on the tv) as a hang out for the boys. good guy. but i'd never heard him speak. until today.<br />
and i have to say, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">WOW DUDE. great message. i'm glad i opted in. </span><br />
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the message was entitled <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>HARDWIRED: DISCOVERING THE ME YOU WERE CREATED TO BE.</i></b></span><br />
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and it started with THIS clip...TOTALLY worth watching if you haven't already seen it.<br />
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he went on to talk about two of my FAVORITE parts of the bible...and that's one big book (trust me, i went to christian high school and we had to memorize all the books in order from front to back...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and i may or MAY not have cheated on my final exam in Bible class...and it's something that STILL haunts me.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">who CHEATS ON A BIBLE TEST???? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> uh, that would be me, who also received the highest christian character award at graduation. i'm sure that this is going to be shown on the big screen when i get to heaven...IF i get to heaven...i mean, I CHEATED ON MY BIBLE EXAM. lol).</span><br />
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anyhoooooooow...
he spoke from psalm 139. my favorite chapter <b>EVER</b> in the bible. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">it helps me make sense of my life...</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">my life that i'm pretty sure NO THERAPIST OUT THERE could ever FULLY help me make sense of LOL...</span></i> how God knows who i am. and, um, i'm kind of complicated. majorly weird. and definitely not wired like the average bear.<br />
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anyhow, he also spoke on DAVID AND GOLIATH...and so much of what he shared brought me back (again...) to some thoughts i previously blogged about regarding little David and the GIANT that he was facing.
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">God knows the giants i face. </span> he knows my heart. he knows my thoughts (how he has ANY time for ANYONE ELSE at the rate my mind moves, i have no clue LOL). he knows my hopes. he knows my dreams. he knows me FULL WELL. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">and he loves me still.
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there's this huuuuge giant named goliath...he's almost ten feet tall. his armor alone weighs over 126 pounds. good golly.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> this is one tough dude, right? </span><br />
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he starts picking on the israelites & wants one of them to have courage enough to fight him. if he wins, he & his posse own the israelites. but if they take HIM down, they get to be top dog.<br />
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meanwhile,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"> there's this family whose mother was brave enough to have EIGHT boys</span> (no telling how many girls were born in between those boys...hats off to her...can you EVEN imagine?).<br />
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a bunch of the brothers are off to war and are in the camp that is being challenged by the giant. david is the youngest. he stays home & helps his dad take care of the sheep...one day dad tells david that he wants him to take some cheese & bread down to the brothers & their commanders.
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">when the father asked david, he set out to go RIGHT AWAY</span>. he even was responsible enough to make sure someone took over his chores while he was gone...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">(doesn't sound much like the youngest around these parts LOL).</span><br />
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the giant has been taunting these guys for forty days when little david shows up. the brothers are annoyed by david's arrival and think he's shown up just for a front row seat to the blood & gore.<br />
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nope. instead, david goes to the head honcho & says he'll take the giant down...he's fought bears & lions to protect the sheep...he can handle this guy. the king thinks he's crazy but lets him. what do they have to lose, right?
the king wants david to be safe and makes david put on his armor. it's waaay too awkward. david says NO WAY and goes & picks out five stones and goes off to fight goliath.<br />
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of course, the giant thinks this is laughable.<br />
til david whacks him in the head with the very first rock.<br />
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david uses goliath's own sword to cut the giant's head off.<br />
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and i'm a little grossed out by the fact that david totes that head around with him for the rest of the story...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">JUST LIKE A BOY. </span>lol.<br />
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sooooooo, what on earth does this have to do with anything?
well, several things struck me <i>(not as hard as the rock that struck goliath...hee hee). </i><br />
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when david's father asked him to run some food over to his brothers and check in on them, he DID IT. he didn't question his dad. he didn't whine...didn't grumble about the inconvenience of it. he just DID it.<br />
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he arrived JUST IN TIME. he got there RIGHT when he needed to. he THOUGHT he was going for a mundane task...but GOD KNEW that there was a purpose for this young boy.<br />
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his brothers rolled their eyes at him...they judged his motives...they questioned his judgement.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">when david said he was going to step out and do this, others tried to give him their advice...tried to protect him...tried to get him to armor up...but what worked for THEM was AWKWARD for david...he was not comfortable in another man's armor...it wasn't who he was.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">david took the things that came naturally to him and went with that. he knew who he was...what his strengths were...he took all that had been put into him over his lifetime and trusted that God would give him the strength and protection he needed. </span><br />
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he knocked goliath out with the FIRST rock.<br />
he was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">MORE</span> than prepared for the task he had to do.<br />
he went into the battle with everything he needed and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> MORE. </span><br />
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he had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">MORE</span> THAN HE NEEDED.<br />
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this really speaks to me. we are facing this move...this HUGE HUGE HUGE move for our family, our kids...and i want to be more like david...
i want to trust that God has prepared our family for this...that he KNOWS what we need...and that if we rely on HIM, that he will GET US WHERE WE NEED TO BE, at the time we need to be there, FOR THE PURPOSES HE HAS FOR US.
and what works for some may not for others. we have background, history, that is personalized just for us. and we have to trust that the God who has brought us to this point is going to go before us on this next phase of the journey.<br />
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just one thing, please, God: the bread & cheese part sounds quite lovely but i really don't want to have to carry around any dead carcasses.<br />
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"All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord's, and he will give all of you into our hands." 1 Samuel 17:47wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-12382350818060584412013-03-06T19:19:00.003-08:002013-03-06T19:19:42.313-08:00things aren't always as they seem...lots of things have changed for me since i started my full time job.<div>
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so today, on a rainy, sleeting, ick of a drive home, i decided that i would swing by. </div>
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i pulled up to the shopping center and there were cop cars. MULTIPLE cop cars. parked outside.</div>
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now, the thing you should know is that the stores in 'MY' starbucks shopping center are as follows:</div>
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i've seen cop cars there before. it's the liquor store. liquor stores and cop cars just go together. like macaroni and cheese. like milk and cookies. like teacups and saucers. like mashed potatoes and gravy.</div>
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so on my way out i HAD to ask. because i'm me. and that's what i do. if there's a story, i wanna know.</div>
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the officers were not nearly as chatty as the average stranger (the average stranger, believe it or not, is actually quite chatty...at least once you get them to smile).</div>
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all i got out of them was that there was a threat...and they were there to offer their protection.</div>
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curiosity is killing me. call me nancy drew but i need to know more. </div>
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wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-91981161966468071492013-03-04T15:15:00.000-08:002013-03-04T15:19:28.375-08:00lost & foundit's been a day to remember.<br />
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first thing this morning i found out that the grant proposal i submitted at my new job was approved to the tune of almost $7,700.<br />
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later i had appointments for a dermatology visit and my first ever mammogram. i told my daughter it's a sick, sick world we live in where i should have to PAY SOMEONE to look at my naked body and take pictures of my naked boobs.<br />
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anyhow, i came home and was starving. since i don't have a wife to cook for me (lol) i opted for some golden grahams. i opened the box and went to pour some in my bowl. that's when i noticed something odd in the box. as i looked closer i realized it's a very special leather cuff bracelet that i got last year for Christmas. a gift to me, from me :)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A light from the shadows shall spring;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Renewed shall be blade that was broken,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The crownless again shall be king.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">my name is Wendy. wendy means wanderer. i used to HATE that...all that it implies. lost. wandering. it conjures up images of chaos...that feeling when you're out there on the road...and you don't know where you are...and there ARE NO ROAD SIGNS...no map, no GPS. you're just LOST. alone. WANDERING. Wendy.</span><br />
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i've spent much of my life feeling that way. but a few years ago i stumbled across this awesome quote from Tolkien. and it changed the way i view my name.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">yes. i have wandered.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">yes. i am a wanderer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but i am a wanderer with purpose.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i purposefully wander.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and that's not such a bad thing.</span><br />
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but sometimes, even so, i've felt lost.<br />
aimless.<br />
wondering who i am, where i am.<br />
wondering if I should have turned left. <br />
or right.<br />
sometimes it has literally scared me to the point of being paralyzed.<br />
i've LOST YEARS being frozen. <br />
afraid to make a wrong move...<br />
any move.<br />
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at a certain point you realize...if you don't move, you'll die.<br />
right where you are.<br />
so you stir up hope.<br />
you tell yourself it's time.<br />
you pray for discernment.<br />
you pray for courage.<br />
and you set out on the path again.<br />
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this is where i find myself.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i may appear to have wandered.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i may appear to be wandering.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but i still have purpose.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and i'm beginning to find my way again.</span><br />
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i saw the following quote last week and it really spoke to me.<br />
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and so as i finish out my day, i'm left feeling thankful.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">THANKFUL to not be lost.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">THANKFUL for things found.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">THANKFUL for the discovery of things I didn't even realize were missing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">it's definitely been a day to remember.</span>wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-64368963721268109882013-01-27T10:45:00.005-08:002013-01-27T10:45:52.325-08:00i should know by now not to be surprised...so many times 'random' things have happened over the course of my lifetime. sometimes they are little things. sometimes they are big things. but RANDOM is the thread that holds my unstitched life together.<br />
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in order to share my most recent 'random blessing' i have to back track a little. i'll keep the background short and sweet.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">fall of 2009 -- bobby was laid off from his job at a large church in texas</span><br />
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winter of 2009 -- we begin holding 'house church' in our home every week with church project...we explore what it is that each of us can bring to the table to change the world around us<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">january 2010 -- haiti earthquake shakes the world</span><br />
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the images were devastating. hard to comprehend. sure, life was challenging as we tried to regroup after a job loss. but in the grand scheme of things WE HAD EVERYTHING AND MORE THAT WE COULD POSSIBLY NEED.<br />
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i wanted desperately to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">DO SOMETHING</span>. i needed desperately to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">DO SOMETHING</span>. i had no finances to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">DO ANYTHING</span>.<br />
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but one night while i tried to sleep, i heard the whisper...not audible...i'm not THAT crazy LOL. but i heard the whisper in my heart. <i>YOUR COACH PURSE. <b>SELL IT.</b></i><br />
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and that's exactly what i did. NOW, if you know me at ALL then you know that my coach purse was purchased at a ridiculously clearanced price...and you also would suspect that my coach purse was not your run of the mill conservative classic coach purse. NO WAY. mine was leopard print. because that's how i roll. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">check out the cheetah chairs in this photo of one of our house church meetings. I LOVE ANIMAL PRINT. it makes me happy.</span><br />
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anyhow, my crazy leopard print, bargain priced (hmmmm...do you think the print had anything to do with the mark downs? lol)...went for MORE than i paid for it on ebay. and i was able to make a donation to haiti...<br />
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<b><i>creative giving, right? </i></b><br />
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and you know what? NO REGRETS. not a single one. i haven't missed that bag. i enjoyed it while i had it. but i knew that it made a difference.<br />
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my last day at hallmark before i start my new job tomorrow morning. (gasp. I.START.MY.NEW.JOB.TOMORROW.MORNING!!!!!).<br />
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i had the pleasure of working with THEEEEE sweetest british girl at hallmark. i adored her. one of the most genuine and caring people i have ever met (and you know me...i'll talk to ANYONE and have met a gazillion people in the last week alone LOL).<br />
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anyhow, she loves animal print. and hello kitty. they are both her signature.<br />
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i came into work on friday morning and she had the day off. but i noticed that on the employee table she had left her bag. i called her at home...dreading having to wake her...but knowing she might be looking for it.<br />
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she left it there for me. she purchased a new purse and thought i might like to have it.<br />
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not only was it the bag...but it was the wristlet...and the wallet...<br />
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you guessed it...<br />
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coach animal print.<br />
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<b><i>SERIOUSLY???????? </i></b><br />
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i love this crazy random life. i love the surprise sunshine blessings during a really cloudy dismal season. <br />
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my new bag (and accessories) made their debut this morning at church. as always, i shall hold them loosely.<br />
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but i hold them with a smile...<br />
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sometimes in ways that are far different from how you originally gave. but sometimes so very similar.<br />
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xoxo.wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-83818744743510091952013-01-14T09:12:00.001-08:002013-01-14T09:12:34.138-08:00the fabulous baker boys...well, one of them anyhow...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">one of the coolest things about being a mom is watching your children change...</span><div>
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one of my favorite memories of texas is the time spent at interfaith of the woodlands...where i served as an event coordinator for senior citizens...partying, crafting, chatting with women who have lived their lives & oh, do they have stories to tell...and if you sit and listen long enough, they WILL tell you.<br />
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my FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE sweet lady was/is janet. from the moment i first met her i just bonded with her. she had laughter in her eyes...she loved life...and i felt such a connection with her.<br />
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i moved. i told her i'd keep in touch. and i didn't. life just got busy...and before i realized it, so much time had passed. last year i ended up not sending out christmas cards...but THIS year, i sent a few. and one of those was addressed to janet.<br />
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meanwhile, january 2 i logged on to the computer and searched classifieds...i've been working full time in my current retail position...and i DO love it. but the reality is that if i'm going to work full time, i really need my paycheck to reflect the time spent away from my children...and it doesn't. it's a GREAT job. a GREAT company. and i love it. but i need more.<br />
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a job had JUST been posted...and it caught my eye. EVENTS COORDINATOR for a community...planning things for seniors...and youth...with a touch of admin on the side...and experience working for nonprofits would be a plus. it was like the job description was written just for me.<br />
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TURNS OUT IT WAS. i just got home from my 'interview' which included paperwork for drug testing, an official job offer, etc. etc.<br />
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i'm excited to be heading back into my element...and hoping that it's a good fit...a little nervous about a new beginning...new people...new surroundings...which is normal...at least it is for me...<br />
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and i came home carrying dinner in my hands and those nervous thoughts on my mind...<br />
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laying on the table was a letter.<br />
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from janet.<br />
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sharing how she was thankful for our friendship and missed me. she told me to keep smiling...to stay healthy...<br />
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the nervous thoughts fall off...the smile returns...<br />
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and i'm ready as i can be to step into this new season.<br />
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xoxo.wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-30778317294905728232012-12-17T18:10:00.003-08:002012-12-17T18:10:43.451-08:00so i said i wasn't a quitter...on the twenty eighth day of thirty days of thanksgiving.<br />
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and never came back to finish the thirty days.<br />
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DOES ANYONE ELSE FIND THIS AS HILARIOUS AS I DO?<br />
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i didn't even realize it until just now.<br />
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so let me wrap the month of november up by saying that i am thankful that carson guy lee came into our lives on november 30. he is ONE OF A KIND and is one of the most complex little people i've ever had the challenge to (attempt to) raise. check in with me in another ten years and maybe i'll have a better feel for how it's going.<br />
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TONIGHT, IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE I'M ABOUT TO TYPE THIS OUT...BUT HERE IT COMES:<br />
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I AM THANKFUL FOR THIRD GRADE HOLIDAY MUSICAL PRODUCTIONS.<br />
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meanwhile families in connecticut grieve (as do we) the loss of innocent children. for absolutely no reason. <br />
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so not a single word of complaint from these lips (or fingers) tonight. i enjoyed every little moment of watching these kids sing their little hearts out. the one that made me laugh the most was a little white boy who was in the group celebrating kwanza. poor kid had absolutely NO rhythm. and it was hard not to snort. in fact, i did. quietly. and got elbowed promptly to knock it off.<br />
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it's not november. but i'm still thankful.<br />
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life isn't perfect. life isn't fair. life isn't easy.<br />
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heaven help us all.wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-62102886997227007942012-11-28T17:45:00.004-08:002012-11-28T17:45:39.509-08:0030 days of thanks, DAY 28.tonight i am thankful for the encouragement of friends...<div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">yesterday my boss said something to me that i really wasn't sure how to take...</span></div>
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it's truly just an ability to be genuinely interested in other people, to want to make THEIR day better, brighter. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">while i don't believe that i have magical powers (LOL), i DO believe that there are incredibly magical powers in a smile :)</span></div>
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in 1969...when i was just a wee lass <b><i>(shocking, i know...you didn't think i was even BORN yet, right?????? -- shake your head yes in agreement to this if you really, really love me ;) </i></b><br />
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anyhow, in 1969 mr. redford purchased land in utah...and a dream began to unravel. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> SUNDANCE.</span><br />
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you film people will think movies. <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you fashion & design people will think CATALOG. </span></b></i> i sooooo look forward to the arrival of my sundance catalog. <a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/category/customer+service/about+us.do">http://www.sundancecatalog.com/category/customer+service/about+us.do</a> it is filled with ideas...and inspiration...and things that i will never in this lifetime be able to afford.<br />
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BUT IT INSPIRES MY CREATIVITY...and i'm able to draw from it...IT'S LIKE ROBERT REDFORD CAN SEE INSIDE MY MIND...AND HE DESIGNS ALL OF THIS STUFF JUST FOR ME. <br />
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well, everything except maybe for this one thing. I THINK HE'S LOST HIS MIND ON THE UDDER HAT. they SAY it's utterly fabulous. i think it's UTTERLY ridiculous. if you have an extra $98 you can have 'WHIMSY, WARMTH, ATTENTION GUARANTEED.' <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>i don't think i want attention for having a bunch of cow nipples on my head.</b></span> REALLY, REDFORD? <br />
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BUT ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE, many MANY years ago i saw a ring in the sundance catalog that i thought was SO NEAT. it was called a WALKING LIBERTY ring. they don't call it the same thing any more but still offer something similar. it is a silver band made from a half dollar coin. IF YOU PURCHASE IT FROM SUNDANCE, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">that HALF DOLLAR will cost you ONE HUNDRED TWENTY.</span> plus shipping. but who's counting, right?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> leah, thank you for sharing your day with us. you added a sparkle to my day. love you!</span><br />
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wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-11625548629164777032012-11-24T19:58:00.003-08:002012-11-24T19:58:26.350-08:0030 days of thanksgiving. DAY 24.if i could come up with a phrase to explain today it would be this:<div>
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jordan took a few pics while carson and i opened our birthday presents. the charms for my bracelet are just PERFECT and have so much meaning!!!!!! PEACE, LOVE, PINK...and texas and virginia too. BIG BIG SMILE as i type this. i LOVE them!!!!!!!! <br />
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it's been about two years exactly since she and her family walked through a failed adoption. it was UNDOUBTEDLY the most difficult thanksgiving we have ever experienced. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">the memories come flooding back so vividly...so many memories from that day</span>...just as i sit and type this out.</div>
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BUT BUT BUT...i went to bed last night just inspired by her...(by YOU, JENNIFER). we talked on the phone last night. she was driving a newborn...brand new, fresh from the hospital newborn baby...to a temporary home...you see, while my sister may not have ended up 'saving' the baby she THOUGHT she was going to 'save' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">she IS having an impact even greater.</span> she is working for an agency that helps place children in families. and she is an INVALUABLE part of that team...</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she could have shut her heart down.</span> she could have closed it off...said NO MORE. there's too much pain. but instead she has ridden the wave of pain and is now USING THAT SAME PAIN to change her world. to change our world.</div>
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jennifer lynn, my sweet LADY GENEVIEVE, i am so so so so proud of you. you inspire me. thank you for loving me. thank you for having my back. for caring about me. for bringing me perspective. i adore you and i am so very glad to have you in my life, and so very THANKFUL TO HAVE YOU IN MY WORLD.</div>
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it's not that i WASN'T grateful. it's just that i was REALLY tired.<br />
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which brings me to day FIFTEEN.<br />
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i'm thankful for new beginnings. i'm thankful that my life is an adventure. i'm thankful that i have been pre-programmed to not only accept, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">thrive</span>, on change.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i love this quote.</span> tonight i had a few moments of feeling sorry for myself...not gonna lie. i let myself feel the emotion...missing my house, missing my old life. but then i took a long hot shower, put on a warm fleece robe, ate a chocolate chip pumpkin muffin and a sweetango apple and talked for a long time with my sister jennifer.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>REALLY? </i></b></span> i have no right to allow myself to take the plunge to self pity.<br />
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i am SO SO SO SO BLESSED. i have a warm place to call home...HECK, i have a PLACE to call home, who even cares if it's warm, right? i have food in the fridge. blankets to snuggle up in. a cute cheetah robe. and i have friends and family who love me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">LIFE IS GOOD.</span><br />
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when i am tempted to look at the things i WISH I HAD, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>there is a story that comes back to me <b>EVERY TIME</b>.</i></span> i've shared this through the years but am so glad that tonight i was able to find a few of the photos that actually go along with this story.<br />
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back in the fall of 1999, my sweet friend julia was traveling to malawi, africa. she would be taking clothing donations along with her...as much as she could possibly get into her luggage.<br />
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at that point, jordan would have been turning four. she was just a wee thing. and <b>THAT GIRL WAS A FASHIONISTA </b>even then. SHE LOVED HER DRESSES. would not wear anything BUT dresses. even though we were living in cleveland, ohio and it was BRUTAL COLD. she didn't care. <br />
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i remember her bedroom...so girly...and i remember explaining to her that miss julia was collecting clothes for the children in africa who needed them. jordan went through her closet...and so vividly i remember her going to her favorite dress...a little floral smocked laura ashley dress...and telling me she wanted to give it to a little girl in africa.<br />
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i sent the dress, along with others, with julia. again, that was fall of 1999.<br />
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in the spring of 2000, i made my first trip to malawi. the phrase 'life changing' truly doesn't even capture it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>one of the moments that i will NEVER, EVER, EVER forget</b></span> was when we went to the church 'building' and a woman walked up the path with her daughter. WEARING JORDAN'S LAURA ASHLEY SMOCKED DRESS.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">five years ago today, i blogged about my favorite girl...and her crazy hair. there's a huuuuuge difference between this young girl in 2007 and this young woman in 2012.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">dearest jordan noel,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">do you have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ANY</span> clue how much you make me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> smile?</span> you are this <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">weird mix of diva girl meets tomboy.</span> you have a kind heart. and a WICKED sense of humor. your room is an absolute MESS. but your teachers and coaches rave about how disciplined you are?!?</span><br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9b4nq7K1_Cw/UKF-LA6upeI/AAAAAAAACfE/1hYUu0u_op4/s1600/j12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9b4nq7K1_Cw/UKF-LA6upeI/AAAAAAAACfE/1hYUu0u_op4/s320/j12.jpg" width="263" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">you are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">one big contradiction.</span> and i love that about you. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">gotta keep people guessing.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">you are an awesome friend.</span> you are loyal to a fault. your friends know that you are there for them. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> you are not a follower...but you're not the bossy leader either. lol. </span> you don't overstep your bounds...but you DO push the boundaries a little bit when necessary. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">that's not a bad thing.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">i love that you have a strong sense of who you are. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">and you aren't afraid to be different. </span> because let's face it...you have some of ME in you...so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you don't STAND A CHANCE of being completely normal anyhow</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">might as well admit it now.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">please don't ever lose your confidence. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> don't ever let anyone tell you that you CAN'T do something. </span> don't ever change who YOU are just to try and please someone else. because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">WHO YOU ARE is so wonderful.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">you are a blessing to me.</span> you bring joy to my heart on a daily basis. and i am so so so so so thankful to the God of this universe for choosing ME to be your mother.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">i love you more than iced coffee :)</span><br />
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as i'm sitting here typing this it is 9:11 on 11/11/2012. i'm thankful for all of the people who gave their lives in the attacks on 9/11. i'm thankful that sweet little rowan collins was born the following year on the first anniversary of 9/11.<br />
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with it being veteran's day there are so many people reflecting on the sacrifices that our military make for us...on a daily basis. and i'd like to add my thanks as well.<br />
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living in virginia beach near the oceana air base, we are CONSTANTLY reminded of the protection our soldiers offer us...the sound of the jets here are not a nuisance...(unless you are trying to watch something on tv and you don't have DVR...lol). the overwhelmingly loud noises have been titled THE SOUNDS OF FREEDOM.<br />
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and i am thankful for the reminder that they are up there. watching over us. practicing. flying drills. always there. always ready.<br />
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thank you to all of our soldiers...and the families that make the sacrifices along with them. i appreciate you.<br />
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not only am i thankful for the freedom of our country, BUT I AM THANKFUL FOR THE FREEDOM that i have continued to grow in.<br />
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it wasn't too many years ago that i was so bound by fear. by anxiety. by expectations. by disappointments.<br />
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today that imprisoned person is almost unrecognizable. the scars are still there. but unless you draw REALLY CLOSE TO ME you wouldn't notice them. i am not the same person that i once was.<br />
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and neither did some old lady who came flying down centerville turnpike, not realizing that traffic had come to a complete stop due to a drawbridge being open. she slammed into a truck. and that truck slammed into bobby...who was on his way to pick up jordan from a sweet 16 bonfire.</div>
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i am thankful that no one was hurt. i am thankful that our car wasn't the one that took the direct hit. i am thankful that the kids weren't in the car. i am thankful for insured drivers. i am thankful for repair shops. and rental cars. and all that jazz. </div>
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and bobby is thankful for ibuprofen :)<br />
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MOVING ON to day TEN, which was yesterday (i am DETERMINED TO CATCH UP BY END OF DAY today)...<br />
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yesterday was our BIG HALLMARK HOLIDAY OPEN HOUSE. giant, huge, whopping, festive christmas party at the hallmark store.<br />
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the hallmark i work for is franchised...the owners have nineteen stores along the east coast. i am thankful that i had the chance to meet them yesterday morning. thankful for great customers who ALWAYS make me smile. thankful for the opportunity to get dressed up, smile & spread some cheer to these sweet little ladies who come in shopping for their families. i am thankful to listen to their stories...they inspire me. these women have history behind their eyes. and i'd love to just go home with some of them and snuggle up on their couch and LISTEN. is that weird???? these women make me smile :)<br />
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but the one who REALLY put the smile on my face yesterday was my dear sweet LORI. (for all you nostalgic romantics, doesn't that remind you of little women? the rest of you are like what the heck are you talking about). in any case, MY lori is a girl...and she recently decided to adopt me as her big sister. i am so very blessed to have her in my life.<br />
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she treated me to my FIRST EVER manicure. and i enjoyed it very much. but mostly i just enjoyed the company. and lol that the picture she took includes my starbucks. so so appropriate.<br />
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lori, i am so very glad our paths crossed. you are a forever friend. and my life is better with you in it. thank you for being real. for allowing me to be real. for loving my children. for opening up your home to us. i adore you sweet girl. thanks for loving me & making ME smile.<br />
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xoxo.</div>
wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14887683342959635054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717958274388915255.post-75535890844075347422012-11-09T18:55:00.001-08:002012-11-09T18:55:18.420-08:0030 days of thanksgiving. day 8. yes, i know...it should be 9.you know, at the end of SOME days it's okay to just be thankful that they are over.<div>
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today is one of those.</div>
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i'm thankful for today. i am. every.single.day i learn something new about myself. sometimes i impress myself. sometimes i don't. sometimes i feel like a nut. sometimes i don't. </div>
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sometimes i wish i had a crystal ball and could see into the future...(without all the weird gypsy fortune teller crap though...because fortune tellers freak me out...especially those fake ones in the glass boxes that they always had at the carnivals...remember those???? creeeeepy).</div>
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anyhow, i read a quote today that really spoke to me. so i'm sharing it with you. because it makes me realize i need to be GLAD that i don't have that crystal ball. life really IS about the process...the step by step...the journey. i love the quote...and i love this picture of hudson & austin...</div>
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sometimes along the journey it's okay to ask for help...to say you're tired. to let someone else carry you for a bit. today i am one day further along on my own journey...forging ahead, moving forward into my future...not knowing what tomorrow holds.</div>
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good night all. here's to sharing the journey...the ups & downs...with each of you. xoxo.</div>
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