Reflections

I'm not sure what has me reflecting tonight, but I am. And I'm sad. We should be finishing up a nursery. We should be excitedly anticipating the arrival of our first child. Instead I'm trying to figure out when to start taking the pills that will begin my period to start a treatment cycle. The thought almost scares me. Will I ever be excited about a pregnancy? That was stolen from me. The day I found out the results of our first blood test, I was so sure I wasn't pregnant. Other than being more tired than normal, I wasn't feeling anything different. I almost didn't go in for the blood test, but I did. The nurse called while I was at home for lunch. She told me that my results were positive, but extremely low. "At least we know we can get you pregnant." Looking back, she knew then how it was going to work out. I didn't get to be excited. Not completely. For the only time I knew I had a baby inside me, I got to be scared. I tried to be positive, but the "what if" was always looming over me. If I do ever get to experience pregnancy again, will I always have that fear?

I have had years to figure out how I wanted to tell our parents we were expecting. In the end, we bought small photo brag books. I got some scrapbook paper, and cute stickers. With the stickers I spelled out "See you in November." We went over to my parents house. One of my sister's was there with her family. I had my 3 year old niece take the book to my mom in the kitchen. She was so stunned, she didn't know for sure what it meant. I went into the kitchen and told her it was true. In that very moment, she dropped to her knees in thanks to God. But then, as with everyone we told, I had to temper the news with uncertainty. Will that uncertainty ever go away?

I don't know why I'm such a downer tonight. It's been awhile. I'm just ready for this leg of the journey to be done, and move on to the next.

A Milestone!!

As of this morning I am officially missing 10% of myself. I've lost it, and I'd rather not find it again. 21.2 pounds of me is gone. If you're doing your math, then that means I started out in May at 212. I do have quite a ways to go, but this was the first "mini-goal" I had set for myself, and I have reached it. Yesterday I started on the last week of the "Believing God" series by Beth Moore. I'm just getting things checked off my honey-do list left and right! (If you're a new blog reader, you'll have to go back a few weeks to figure out that one.)

I mentioned yesterday about getting out fabrics to make gifts for friends that are expecting. I will expand on that a little bit. For the last several years I have been making rag quilts for several of my friends that have had babies. Sometimes this is hard for me to do. No, the quilts aren't hard to make. But the process of making a gift for a child coming into someone else's life while my arms are still empty can be hard. This is something I NEED to do though. It is as much for me as it is for them. I need to take my eyes off of my own circumstances and celebrate the blessing in other's lifes. It's a healing thing for me. I haven't been able to do that since we lost our baby earlier this year. I finally feel like I am in a place that I can do that again. At least for today.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Thank you LORD that you are sufficient to meet my needs. You know my hurts each day. You know that some days it's hard for me to be happy about a baby when I so badly miss our little one with you in heaven, but you are always there to hold me up. Thank you! Amen.

Quiet weekend at home

There really isn't much to say about this weekend. Friday night we grabbed a bite to eat, and went by Mark's mom's house to help her with her computer. Saturday morning we took Lady to the vet for vaccinations. She's in good health except for her teeth. She has quite a bit of tartar and some gingivitis. We're going to have to look into doing something about that.

Saturday afternoon we went to my parents house. We both got our hair cut, and I got mine colored. The color isn't anything too exciting. Just a slightly darker, freshened version of my own natural color. After we finished playing beauty shop, in exchanged for services rendered, I fixed dinner for the 4 of us. We had broiled salmon, baked potato and green beans, with berries and cream for dessert. We had to stop by Walmart on the way home to pick up a few things. When I walked by the fabrics, and a few things caught my eye. I picked up some Thomas the Train fabric to make a pillow for one of our nieces that LOVES Thomas.

Today I've been laying it low. I've pulled out some more fabrics to begin working on some gifts for dear friends that are expecting in the next few months. I'd love your input. Which of these "palettes" do you like best?

I guess I said a lot for not having anything to say!

Warning...

It's no secret that I want children. That has NEVER in my life been a secret. Even as a little girl, I longed for a family with lots of children. Now as an adult I would love 2 or 3, but I might be content with 1. Now Mark... he's content with our life the way it is now, but he was also very excited earlier this year when we found out we were expecting, and he was very sad when we lost the baby. He tells me often he's just along for the ride.


I am not looking to start a debate on medical treatments for infertility. I completely believe that is between a couple and God. In the daily devotion book Mark and I are reading together this mornings, "Moments for Couples who Long for Children" this very thing was addressed today. Some people will argue that seeking medical treatments shows a lack of faith. Is it a lack of faith to go to the doctor for antibiotics for strep throat? Or chemo for cancer? Or a cast for a broken arm? I really don't believe so. God has allowed us to live in a time where this technology is available. I do agree that we need to seek God's direction in utilizing the available technology. Each embryo that is created is a life, and that each life needs to be honored and protected. Our faith must be in God. He is the creator of life. He may use the hands of a doctor to do so, but ultimately it is in HIS hands.


We have prayed about this, and at this time feel at peace about doing one more treatment cycle this year. We will continue to pray for direction, and covet your prayers as well. If this is not God's will for us, I want the door to be very clearly shut. As things stand right now, the bulk of the finances for this cycle are in order. The timing works out very well for my job, and is getting better by the day for Mark's.


With all of this said, unless the gate is closed, we will be hopping on the roller coaster ride of treatment in the next couple of weeks. As a reader of this blog, you have an invitation to ride along with us. That's where the warning comes in. For those of you who were not along for the ride on the last roller coaster, I must caution you-- It is not pretty. You may learn things that are not for the faint of heart. Things you really may not want to know, like periods and sperm count. However I will be sharing it all.

As you ride along with us on this roller coaster, I do have something to ask of you. While I do understand that I am sharing intimate details of my life in what could be a very public way. I am happy to answer questions that you might have, but I do ask that you respect our privacy especially in sharing our intimate details (and hopefully announcements) with other people, especially our family members that don't read this blog. I do need an outlet to talk through these feelings, emotions and experiences, but the last thing I want is to feel I need to justify myself to someone else.

One last thing--please make sure your safety belt is securely latched, and hands and feet are inside the ride at all times!

Gaining lost ground...

Or maybe it's losing gained ground? I guess it depends on how you look at it!

When I am really putting forth effort to lose weight (as I have been) I get a wee-bit compulsive about weighing myself. I am someone who likes gratification, and as instantly as possible. I know I should only weigh myself once a week, but I don't. It's more... um..... daily. So today when I weighed myself, THANKFULLY, I am back to my low weight from last week, so I have gotten rid of my gain from the weekend splurges. I have now lost 19 pounds. It's probably a unreasonable to hope for another 6 pound loss before we start a treatment cycle in just a couple of weeks, but that won't stop me from aiming at 25 pounds!

On another note last night, we enjoyed some of the fruits of this weekends labor. We had thawed out a bag of corn to have with dinner. YUMMY! But the words of our friend Jamie ring in my ears. This was several years ago, and he was talking to his then 3 year old son, but his words still hold true: "Son, see there. Your body has no use for corn." Enough said. Too bad I still like corn!

A Slippery Slope

I've been doing so good on my weightloss. Very motivated. I planned ahead with my Weight Watcher's points this last week for a little "splurge" for Mark's birthday. Friday night I surprised Mark with a trip to the movies to see a movie he had really been looking forward to-- The Bourne Ultimatum. I simply can not go to the movies without movie theater popcorn. It's so expensive at the theater, but I love it. And a medium is so small. But the large is only 50 cents more than the medium. The Jumbo is only 50 cents more than the large.... and so we hopped on the slippery slope! In addition to the movie theater, we also stopped by the county fair... Couldn't resist the chocolate iced mini donuts. Testing the yummy buttery corn we were freezing. Then there was the bbq for Mark's and Justice's birthday, and the cake and ice cream, just to name a few things. One thing after another. At one point late in the week, I was down almost 2 pounds from the beginning of the week. I started this week up 1/2 a pound from last Monday. Disappointing, but worth it for a great weekend with my honey. So today starts a new week, and a new chance to get some more weight off.

Birthday Boys!

Today is Mark's 28th birthday, and tomorrow is our nephew Justice's 1st birthday. Tonight we went to my parents house for a birthday party for both of them. A good time was had by all!

Happy birthday boys! I love you both!!

Domestic Work

do·mes·tic Pronunciation [duh-mes-tik] –adjective
1. of or pertaining to the home, the household, household affairs, or the family: domestic pleasures.

Mark and I decided to take on a domestic chore this weekend. On second thought, I guess that's not entirely accurate--I decided, Mark followed along. Such a good man I have!! We went to a farm in Jerome, and picked up 5 baker's dozen ears of corn. Mark had already brought several ears of corn home a couple of days earlier, so all in all Friday night we had about 70 ears of corn.

Mark shucked the corn. I washed it. He cut it off the cob, and I measured out the ingredients (corn, butter, salt, sugar and water) and cooked it for a few minutes. I wasn't able to find the recipe we used a couple of years ago, and I think this one was a little different, so we had to taste it of course. OH so yummy!!

After letting the tub of corn cool overnight, This morning I portioned it just right for our little family, and bagged it. 23 bags of corn, ready for the freezer. Not quite as much as I wanted. I was hoping for closer to 40 bags. So back to the farm I went for another 6 baker's dozen bags. (FYI, in case you aren't familiar with a baker's dozen, it's a dozen plus 1-- reasons for this differ. I think it's so there's plenty for tasting!) ;)

That batch this morning yielded a very full tub. Much more than last night! We got another 29 bags from that. We took several bags to each of our parents. I told my mom to consider it rent on the electric knife she didn't know we broke into her house and borrowed the night before.

I love being able to pull a bag of corn from the freezer in he middle of winter, put it in a bowl in the microwave for a few minutes, and have yummy, very fresh tasting side dish. Maybe some day I'll be able to be more domestic and do other things beside corn. But this is a good start for now!

Sleeepy Kitty

Here is our Ginger Kitty napping in one of her favorite resting places,

while Mark plays in one of his favorite places too! :)

New addiction

Nothing too exciting at our house, but I have discovered a new addiction-- LOST. I had heard people rave about the tv series Lost, but I had never seen it before. In fact, I wasn't really too interested in seeing it. There just isn't much worth seeing on tv in the summer, so I decided to give Lost a try through netflix. I'm HOOKED! In fact this weekend, I ended up renting most of season 2 at a local video store because I didn't want to wait for a new disk to be shipped from netflix. I'm such a silly girl! :) So I crocheted some booties as a gift for a friend who is expecting, and watched Lost all weekend. Mark had NO interest AT ALL in watching it with me has gotten a bit sucked in as well. I have to pause and catch him up a lot. Missing one episode of that show can leave you missing a lot of pieces of the puzzle. Season 3 isn't on DVD yet, so I have to figure out how to catch myself up the rest of the way before their next season starts!

Thankful for the little things

I had a dentist appointment on Friday. The hygienist started going on and on about his wife and son going out of town and how bored he is without them. They are his whole life. His wife is due to have their 2nd child in about 6 weeks. Between mouthfuls of hand, in a round-about way I was able to share with him that we had been trying to have a baby for several years. He said he understood. He and his wife had tried for 2 years and had 2 miscarriages before conceiving their now 16 month-old son. They set up an appointment with some sort of specialist, and were at their initial consult when they found out she was already pregnant! At this point, I kinda thought maybe this guy really does get it. But then he went on and on.... Then the dentist comes in for my exam, so the hygienist goes on some more about the car seats and how it's harder than they thought to get the 2 car seats into their smaller car, and tells me the dentists wife just had a baby 2 weeks ago, and was asking him all kinds of questions. Good grief, I almost thought I was at an OB's office, with all the pregnancy and baby talk, instead of a dentists office. I kept thinking how thankful I was that I was in an OK place with my infertility journey that day. I can think of many many days that I would have been choking back tears to hear all of that. Hopefully I'm still in that good place when I go back today for sealants, and in a couple of weeks for a filling!

I made the call!

Well, as I draw closer to reaching the some of the goals set before me, I'm getting excited again about doing treatment again. After comparing work calendars, Mark and I are aiming for the end of August, or early September. Actually more like I'm aiming and Mark is along for the ride. He is so easy going about all of this. He's ok with whatever happens, he just hurts that I hurt. What a true gem I have been blessed with!

Being the planner I am, I want to know what to expect. So I made up my list of questions, and called the RE's office. I got a call back yesterday. The nurse called in a prescription to my regular pharmacy for the meds to jump-start my cycle. She called another pharmacy with connections for discounted fertility meds, and she is mailing me a copy of the chart they use to track the cycle days, and what needs to be done when. That way we're looking at the same page when I call in mid-cycle with questions. Everything is set and ready to go when I am.

Now I just need to get myself ready! I'm down 17 pounds. At least 8 more pounds to go, and about a week and a half of my bible study. Mark and I have started reading each morning together from a book called "Moment's for Couples Who Long for Children," by Ginger Garrett. Ok, so that's not completely true. We don't read it together. Mark reads it to me while I put on my makeup. (Once again, what a gem!!) I normally don't have a lot of extra time in the morning, and evenings don't work well for us to do things together consistently. This book is great for that though. It's called "Moments..." for a reason. Each section is only 1-2 pages, so it's not a huge time commitment. So that's about all that's new in this neck of the woods. I pray your day is blessed!

Honey-Do List

Bad, blogger. Bad, bad, blogger. Until last night I haven't updated my blog in 2 months. I feel like if we're not actively working towards having a baby, that I have nothing to say that anyone would care to read. My sweet husband doesn't believe anyone really reads the blog, so he often leaves comments. But I have been doing a lot. So last night I did some updating to the blog. I have backdated the blog so all of the entries for the last 2 months are new, but look "old." Sneaky huh?? Now for more of what I've been up to.

Quite some time ago, about a year and a half or two years ago, I felt a stirring in my heart. God was speaking to me, and calling me to a time of preparation. Preparing for what?? I'm not sure. But preparation none-the-less. He gave me a list of things to do. A "honey-do" list. None of the things on my list were particularly difficult. I put a little effort into it at the time. And within a few weeks, brushed it aside. I've revisited those thoughts here and there, but still never put the effort into them that I needed to. I am very glad to say that over the last couple of months I have once again recognized the need for obedience, and I have been putting a great deal more effort into my list. So you might be asking what kind of list God would give me? I'll share it with you.

Honey-Do Area's of Preparation

• Spiritually - My walk with Him has not been as it should for quite some time. I've been existing, but not drawing near to Him. Very specifically I felt called to finish the Beth Moore bible study that I purchased a couple of years ago called "Believing God." progress - Beginning week 8 of 10!


• Physically - I am overweight! I lost more than 30 pounds before I met Mark, and after we got married, I gained all that back.... multiplied! I have known all along that being overweight increases my PCOS symptoms, and in turn makes it harder to conceive. Not o mention that it's just plain unhealthy! progress - 16 pounds gone.... lots more to go, but still 16 pounds gone!


• Our Home - God has blessed us with a very nice home. There are lots of things I want to do to our home, and I've been slowly working on them. However there was one specific area that NEEDED work. In my family we refer to it as "Chuck's Room." We have no one in our family named Chuck. So why does Chuck have a room?? Because you open the door and chuck things in. When we moved into the house 2 and a half years ago, Chucks room was where we put anything that we didn't know where to put, or didn't have room to put, or just didn't want to take care of. I have attempted cleaning it out many times. I even had a crib set up in there for awhile. But there has been lots of emotional baggage tied to that room. The crib remains empty. The room doesn't yet serve the purpose I dreamed of when we first walked through it. Also in the area of our home, I have been working on things that I want to do to it that would be harder to do with a baby. I don't consider those things a requirement on the list though... just extra credit! progress - Chucks Room is CLEAN!!! The closet isn't yet, but the ROOM is clean! You can see the carpet!!! This is monumental! I'll add (terribly embarrassing) before and after pictures just so you can appreciate it! I do want to add that the before pictures are no indication of the rest of our house! We do keep the rest of our house in tidy order, chucks room is just the unseen area.

So now you know what I've been up to! It's very sad, but I feel almost like the Children of Israel wandering in the desert just outside of their promised land, because of unbelief and disobedience. Hopefully my wandering isn't quite as long as theirs! I am working on things though. That is all I can do now. I am recognizing the importance of obedience for the sake of obedience, not just for a reward. I do have to wonder if my disobedience is the reason our baby is in heaven, and not inside me. I can't dwell on that thought though, only move forward.

Bathroom Update

Here is my latest project. Only one before picture, and that is the picture with the carpet. In a week I tore up the carpet and the little vinyl patch around the toilet, layed tile, and put beadboard and chair rail on the walls with a new border and new towel bars.

Reflections

First of all, this might get a little long and wordy, but I just need to let this out.

I am doing a Beth Moore bible study called Believing God. I paid for the study A LONG time ago, and for one reason or another, never got more than a few weeks into it (I think it's 10 weeks long) but that's a story for another post. For this post, I'd like to just say I'm really glad I'm finally doing it. I'm really getting something out of it. One thing I have known for awhile, but is really hitting home to me this week is knowing God has a plan for my life. My first mom died when I was 3. While it is true that children are resilient, that was still a life altering thing for me. It caused a great deal of sadness throughout my childhood. I couldn't really remember her, but just KNOWING I used to have a different mom, and she died was hard. But this week I was reminded of how God's hand was in that situation all along. I am not saying God caused bad things to happen. I don't believe that. I do believe however that He does allow things to happen in our lives, and uses them.

More and more I am reminded of God's protection, especially during the most difficult times. God used a very bad thing-- cancer-- to urge my mom to get her life right with Him. She was a christian when she died, and she is at perfect peace in heaven now. God used a terrible thing --the death of my mom-- to handpick the perfect family to raise me to love Him. God used those events to protect us. Who would have thought of that? Cancer to protect someone?? There is no doubt in my mind if those things hadn't happened, I would not be who I am today. My mom died 26 years ago next week. It's taken me a lifetime to appreciate God's hand in these very sad, very difficult situations. Just last night while recapping these events in the earliest season of my life for my "Believing God" lesson, I started to wonder... years down the road in life, how will I see God's hand when I think of infertility, or our miscarriage? I WANT to see His hand in this. I KNOW God had a reason for blessing us with our tiny baby for such a short time, only to take him to heaven before we could ever even see him. It's another terrible situation, but I have to know that God isn't surprised by this.

What's the Plan? ~Devotion~

I wrote a devotion about a month ago to be shared on Hannah's Prayer. It didn't get read very much there, so I decided to share it here as well.

What’s the Plan?

My family loves to get together, but things are often left unorganized until the last minute. It seems I find myself asking them “What are we going to do? What’s the plan?”

In your own life do you ever find yourself wondering what the plan is? I’ve wondered that many times. I remember one specific time that I asked God. I remember it so clearly, that while it was 10 years ago, it’s as clear as if it were yesterday. I was 19, and my first love had just broken up with me. I was devastated. I was so sure he was the one I was going to marry. I could barely get myself out of bed in the morning. I was on my way to work, and cried out to God, “Please! Just show me how this is going to turn out.” My reasoning for this request was simple. If I knew how it was going to work out-one way or the other- I would have the strength to get through it. I got an answer to my request. It just wasn’t the one I wanted.

God laughed at me. I heard Him. He laughed. Not the mean hurtful laugh of one relishing in the pain of another, but the very opposite. It was a warm gentle chuckle as He softly said “And just how much faith would that take?” It’s taken years for those words to really sink in. If I had all the answers, if I knew the plan, how much would I really lean on Him?

I know what MY plan is. But His ways are not my ways. He has a much bigger plan for my life than I can even begin to imagine. We’ve all heard that, or something along those lines countless times. As difficult as it can sometimes be to hear, it’s true! I love Jeremiah 29:11, this is The Message translation.

I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out-- plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.

“I know what I’m doing.” How can you argue with God when He says that?? When I think about God’s plan for my life though, I can get pretty self-centered. After all, it is His plan for MY life. I often forget though that He has a lot of plans He’s coordinating. With that thought I’m reminded of an illustration I once heard when I worked in youth ministry.

A lady was working on a project while her grandson was on the floor playing with toys. He looked up several times to see a needle pierce the cloth. Her steady hand pulled the needle from below in one place, and pushed it back up through he cloth in another place. Every now and then, she would clip the string and choose another color of string, and begin stitching again. The boy looked up and saw a bunch of crisscrossed colors and tattered strings . He wondered why she would spend so much time making such a mess!

So finally he asked her. “Just you wait,” She told him. So he continued playing and she continued stitching. Finally she called him over, lifted him on to her lap to see a beautiful tapestry. She explained that from his view below all he could see was the messy underside, but from above she could see a work of art. Each of those stitches was necessary to make the whole picture come together.

Oh the countless times I’ve looked up to wonder why God was making such a mess out of things! Now just try to imagine the beautiful masterpiece He’s creating, weaving our lives together, in tragedy and triumph.

Romans 8:28 NIV
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Something to think about. How much would you lean on Him if you knew the plan?

More local travel

Yesterday Mark and I decided to do some more local exploration. This time we went south-east to the "South Hills." We were scouting for some camping spots. We didn't find anywhere we really wanted to go camping, but it was a nice drive. And we came across this VERY funny (gross but funny!) sign. I'm thinking about sending it to Letterman!

Our animals

We are blessed with wonderful animals. We loved them like family. Our kitties are sisters. They love to be together. They are rarely apart.

And our dog Lady. She is my baby. She's a 50 pound lap dog. She is truly a gift from God. I don't know how I would have made it through these years of longing for a child without her. I Thank God for his blessings!!

March of Dimes and Father's Day

Busy weekend! Mark is on-call for work, so we must stay close to home, so we decided to skip the normal family festivities. Part of this was for me. Mother's Day and Father's Day will never again be the same for me. Friday night we took our parents out to dinner to celebrate Father's Day with our dads. We had a nice time together with our parents.

Mark had to work Saturday, and earlier in the week I got suckered into walking in the March of Dimes Walk America with the team from my office. I had thought about it a couple of months ago, but Mark talked me out of it. Much to Mark's upset, I got talked back into it. I'm not so sure why he didn't want me to walk. I had to remind him that he himself benefited from March of Dimes as a premie. I ended up walking. 6.2 Miles is a long way to walk when one isn't prepared to do so! I really didn't think I would make it the whole way, but once I made it 2/3's of the way, I was determined to finish. It was a good feeling to finish, but I'm a bit sore for it!

For Father's Day, I wasn't going to go to church. The thought really hadn't occurred to Mark that we might not go. So I figured if anyone had a right to be upset today it should be Mark, and if he wants to go, then we shall go. When they asked all of the Father's to stand up, I think it really hit Mark. Even though he knew he is a Father, he didn't stand up. I think he didn't want to feel like he needed to justify or explain that our child is in heaven. I had a rough time in the service we ended up staying for prayer afterwards. The music minister is the one that came to pray with us. What a devine appointment. He and his wife suffered through infertility and ended up adopting their son. He spoke to us with great compassion from someone who has been down that road.

Women's Retreat

Mark and I both grew up in Assembly of God churches. His parents and mine both attend A/G churches. Mark and I do not. We belong to a church we love called Lighthouse Christian Fellowship. We have nothing against A/G churches, but we just felt led to the church we are a part of. My oldest sister's husband is an Assembly of God pastor. She invited my mom and I to go to women's retreat with her church.

I decided to go. The retreat is in a beautiful facility surrounded by some of God's most amazing scenery. I went with expectations. I want to be healed. It feels like my body has failed me in so many ways. We have been trying to have a baby for more than 4 years now, and my body can't even have a miscarriage the way it should! It's very frustrating. So at the end of the first night, the speaker had an alter call for women who needed a healing in their bodies. She first called for people with specific conditions, high blood pressure, diabetes, etc. Then she called for anyone that wanted a healing in their body. My mom told me I had to go up. I wanted to, but didn't know if that was necessarily what I was supposed to do. I dismissed that in my mind as fear. Fear of not being healed. Fear of disappointment. So I went up. There were so many women at the altar for prayer that I had to wait for probably about an hour. When she got to me and asked what I needed prayer for, I told her between my tears about our efforts to have a baby, and our recent loss. She told me that she doesn't pray for couples to have babies. She never had a baby, and there are lots of children around for me to love on. She said she would pray for God to give us a child only if that child would make heaven it's home. She didn't pray for my body to be healed. I left that alter angry.

Later, my mom was speaking with a member of the prayer team that travels with this speaker, and she said what a great track-record the speaker has for praying for babies. Every year she has women come up to her with their miracles conceived after she prayed for them. She didn't pray for me to be healed. She didn't really pray for me to have a baby. What was I supposed to get out of that? I don't know. In the end, I think it was some confirmation of some things I needed to hear. I guess maybe I was pinning my faith on the prayers of a person, not God. How sad. :( It really isn't about me. God does have a plan, and I need to learn to wait on that plan. The rest of the retreat was good, once I got passed that. While the retreat wasn't what I had hoped for or expected, I did get some confirmations of things I needed to hear. God has given me directions. He has given me my honey-do list to work on. I just need to keep working on it. Will this bring me a baby? I don't know. I guess in the end that's not what matters. I need to be obedient. Lots of rambling here, but I'm getting my thoughts out. More on that later! With this, I'll leave you with some more pictures.