BTW if the girls ever ask you what color the tooth fairy is. I told them that the tooth fairy that comes to get the tooth is the favorite color of the person that lost that tooth. And LeAnn, being the smart one asked, "what if their favorite color changes from day to day. I said well, she comes as the favorite color for that day! I thought that was clever. Please don't judge me on the tooth fairy and santa thing if you don't agree.
The girls and their missing teeth!
We had the Parker's over for steaks and a game night. Ed glad you like my steaks. Now you can testify to the fact that I CAN COOK! I may mess up a little from time to time. But I LOVE to cook and love to cook for people in MY home.
This is Bri and LeAnn.
Diana Parker. Let me explain. We were playing Loaded Questions. Great game. And I had to draw glasses and some facial hair on her to wear for the remainder of the game. We were laughing to hard the facial hair is a little off. Sorry. It was black eye liner so came off easily.
For some reason Michael picked up my football during the game. I HAD to take a picture. Cause if you know Michael, any kind of sport related gear is foreign to him.
Ok again let me explain. No where is it written that once entering our home you must hit all fours. But Ed and Eric seem to have enjoyed that position. Look closely and you will see Rock's foot coming out from between Ed's legs. NO idea. The dog hides under furniture but people...not so much.
So these are the lastest happenings in our home. Terra is enjoying the fact that she can out her tongue behind the whole vacant slots on her bottom gum. Funny girl.
Michael did have to go to Hampton this week. Tuesday to Friday. It is VERY HARD to have 4 kids. Yes two of mine are four legged. But they are worst than kids. They can't take themselves to the bathroom. They can't feed themselves. Have you ever wonder why God gave some animals the ability to be smart enought to skate board, search for lost people, drugs and many other skills. But failed to feel that giving them thumbs would be a great idea? Just a thought.
Another thought. This gets spiritual. I typed I'm sorry but I am not going to apologize for that. Michael asked me this morning a question that I think I really should have the answer to but can not for the life of me find one.
"What is your passion?" That was the question. What makes you get up out of bed on certain days. Why do you think you are here?
I have NO stinkin idea. None. What makes me get out of bed. Um the looks on Michael and the girls faces when they walk in the room late in the morning. Sometimes they have this look of concern and disappointment and I hate that.
All I DO know is that I function SO much better when I have 100 things goin on at once. When I'm trying to do a full load at school, choir at church, a Beth Moore bible study, classroom mom for the girls school class, OCD person at home and every where else. The person that is always smiling and laughing. The wife, mother and pet owner, The daughter. The niece. On and on. I function so much better. But give me one task. Like this summer. Reorganizing and minimizing our STUFF that we have here on earth and DO NOT need. It will take me FOREVER. I make a promise that if I do not have this task all done that somehow among everything else that will need to get done when school starts....this task WILL be finished. How crazy is that?
But it still does not answer my passion question. I'd like to be able to say with out question that Christ is my passion. But apparently not since I'm having a hard time this summer getting up and at em.
Please help me pray that God will reveal to me my passion and purpose. I feel one should really know what drives them. What their dreams and hopes are for their life. I don't know that. I have some ideas but am not sure that is it.
Another serious note. I know I am not the only one. The parent that spends some time watching their child (children) struggle with a simple thing that shoud be so easy like...BREATHING. I just had to start the second treatment for Terra (yes Terra NOT LeAnn) within the hour. You know what's sad. They KNOW how to fix and take their treatment. They know when they are so far gone that the inhaler is NOT going to work. They know when they have had the max in the hour and must just relax and take deep breaths till the top of the house comes around again and they can have another treatment. Watching them turn from pale to purple is the worst. We are about to hit 7 years old. Doctors have stopped telling us they will grow out of it. But it seems that the past 2 months the fact of the their lack of oxygen is becoming too much of a concern and frequent thing. I mean it's been more than a week since our Spartanburg trip and I must say we have not improved. Things have gotten worse. Having a 7 year old not being to ride their bike for more than 10-15 minutes cause of asthma. What kind of life is that. It hard too, cause I know we have seen many of you around town and you say "they looked fine when I was with them or saw them." Yes they were, but in a minute they can turn SO QUICKLY. I mean those that road the carasle at Concord, saw LeAnn having a great time and seemed fine. Except a little pale and not hunrgy. But by the time she got off of there and walked two stores down the mall, she could not breathe to save her life.
We have done the allergy test. We give meds on top on meds EVERY day for allergies and vitamins and blah blah blah. I never in my life took any meds when I was little. Now I take alot but. Please pray with me that the doctors can find something that WILL work to give my girls a more normal childhood. More of a quality of life. Breathing should be the least of a 7 year olds world. Maybe I'm just tired. But I want more for the girls. I want these treatments every hour and long nights up and down. Waking up scared to death cause they can't breathe. Rushing home from across town cause they can't breathe and the inhaler is NOT working. Missing school, birthday parties, pool side fun, out door playing, church abd life in general all cause well, they can't breathe. Not fair. That goes without saying. But I think they deserve a break. Please help us pray.
Abba Father, you are the healer of all healers. Your medical talents far exceed any specialist that You gave the talent and knowledge to do their job here on earth can do. Terra and LeAnn are so small. So young. Please help them gain stronger lungs. Needing less meds, less time with a neb machine and oxygen tubes. Thank you for giving us the wonderful doctors we do have here on earth. Doctors that trust Michael and I when we really should be in the hospital, but will give us everything we need to help them from our own home. That has been such a blessing the past year. Lord, as school draws near, I pray that my girls will build strength to miss much less than they had to in years past. Lord, lay your healing hand upon them as You see fit. It's hard to believe that You would want them to continue this way. I realize there are many more, much more difficult illnesses on this earth. But Lord, this is the one that invades our lives. Please heal and/or give us strength and patience to move forward. We will trust You.
Lord I also pray that You will guide me as I search my heart for my passion and purpose. I feel ashamed that I can not say You, Lord Jesus, are my passion. But You and I both know, I am facing some mighty enemies right now. They are winning. My heart is lacking the heart beat that can keep me going, in Your name. Please help me to win this battle against the enemy. I have inlisted prayer warriors, my sisters in Christ. I too though need to continue to pray and continue to seek You. May my love for You grow more than I could imagine. May you bring me through stronger.
Thank you Father for my friends and family that care, love, support and most importanty pray for me and my family. You have granted me much more than I deserve in this world. May You find me Faithful in the end.
Heavy loads bearing down
Candy
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