Welcome 2016

WOW how time flies.  The last time we posted was almost 2 years ago.

How life catches up to us.  In the past two years, we have seen God the Father do wonderful things in our family, our friends and in our Church.

As we start this new year, a couple months into it, my wife and I hope to share pieces of our journey, what we learned that worked, and even what didn’t.   Continue reading “Welcome 2016”

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Power, Love and a Sound Mind

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7 (KJV)

Fear doesn’t play fair.  It can either push you into a form of drivenness, performance and perfection or will flat out shut you down so you don’t do anything.   If we allow Fear to drive us, we are not allowing God to work in our lives.  God has promised to never leave us or forsake us.  With that piece of knowledge, we can seriously rely on His strength.  With that security, we don’t need to worry about what people think about us, we just accept God’s love for us and everyone else that accepts us is just a bonus.

When we push past fear – we have Gods strength, we love unconditionally and we hold nothing back, and we make good Godly choices.

 “. . . for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
Hebrews 13:5b

Smile vs whatever that was.

Sitting outside waiting on my girls and watching people come and go, picking up kids or driving themselves- most have serious looks on their faces, rarely smiling as the go about their business. I’m reminded how precious a smile. It communicates to those around.

I’m challenged. Did I project those qualities that a smile represents today? Did I show joy, peace and goodness through a smile today? Some but not always.

Now what does the alternative communicate? Fear, frustration, stress.

There’s my challenge for my life. I want my witness to show who my Father is more accurately. To show joy, peace, goodness, an love through a smile.

For those of you who seem to almost always have a smile on your face – thank you. It is noticed and appreciated.

Keep it up. I hope I can repay it to you.

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Who You are is NOT What You do

Over the past few years I have heard this statement, Who you are is not what you do.  I have heard it so much that is has honestly been a bit irritating.  Not because of who said it or how much it was said but because I didn’t understand what it meant.

Now, you may look at it and grab the concept with out a single issue.  For me, not so much.  It has taken me a journey to really see it.  Ok, maybe not really see it all the time, but to seriously start to get the idea.  See, life, in most cases, has taught us that our identity is based on our accomplishments and our failures.  We have accepted this to the point to “drive” us into comparisons, jealousies, and all types of stress.

There are a lot of us that have grown up with the mentality that we HAD to perform for someone to love us, to accept us, to make us feel apart of the group.  We have altered our personalities, we have sacrificed proper healthily relationships for what, short lived acceptance, fair weather friends and success.  We have based our entire IDENTITY, who I am, in what – some one else’s opinion, in some one else’s success or even someone else’s life.

And this has gotten us where –  full of anxiety, stress and competition?  Let’s go further, its brought us a lack of self esteem and self acceptance, a fear of failing and we find ourselves dwelling on what others think in a fear of man.  We find ourselves in a world of hating who we have allowed ourselves to become cause we don’t have a base line on who we SHOULD be.  If we don’t know know who we are, really know who we are in God, we have nothing to stand against the temptations of life.

It is the simple fact of accepting that who we are isn’t about what we do but who God created us to be, His Son and Daughter.  It’s in that simple fact, we are able to find our peace, our rest.  It’s in that rest, the lack of trying so hard, the lack of driving ourselves into the ground to prove something for someone else, that we know we were created for a specific purpose in this specific time and place.

It has taken me 40 years to finally start to see it, to feel it, to accept it and walk in who God wants me to be.  Now, by no means have I arrived.  I have only started this journey, but what an awesome journey.  No matter the ups or downs, the failures or the successes, I AM a Child of the Most High God and that alone I can stand against the schemes of anything that tries to convince me otherwise.  I have my peace in the fact my name is written in the Lambs Book of Life and thats the only record, reward or “name in lights” that truly matters.

Adventures in Appendicitis, The Surgery

As we started to settle into our room on the 3rd floor of the hospital, met the nurses and figured out what we were in for, Sarah met a temporary friend, Morphine.  I am not entirely sure I want to say friend, unless the friend was Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

Sarah was in a huge amount of pain, more so than I have ever seen her in.  At one point we were talking and she said that child birth was nothing compared to the pain she was in.  That says a lot.  So when she was given a pretty good dose of Morphine, I started to relax a bit as she started to rest more, but it was short lived.  I say short lived for two reasons: 1 – it only touched the pain for a short time; 2 – it made Sarah have weird dreams.  The pain I could work with, the dreams, that was harder to deal with for me.  There was nothing I could do but pray.  Now don’t get me wrong, prayer does amazing things and did do amazing things in that hospital room for Sarah and myself, but there was still the Fixit part of me that couldn’t do anything to help her.  That was the most difficult part, seeing my best friend and wife laying there hurting and nothing I could do to fix it.

Now our adventure in the 3rd floor room was only suppose to be till the surgery, which was scheduled for first thing in the morning.  As Friday progressed, so did our waiting as the surgery was postponed for a plethora of reasons (Sarah will be so excited I used that word).  We waited patiently until we were finally lead down stairs for surgery around 645pm on Friday evening.

One of the issues that Sarah had with the morphine was being seriously lethargic, enough I called Mom and Dad for some extra prayer.  Her vitals were good but the lack of food and water for over 24 hours mixed with morphine had me a bit concerned.   Mom and Dad arrived and Mom asked Dad to pray for Sarah.  Dad, being Dad, said “I have been praying.  Sarah’s gonna be fine, I might need to pray for you two, Me and Mom”.  Ok, honestly, it freaked me out a bit.  Sarah was really fine but I am so glad Mom and Dad were there to pray and help me keep my mind and heart in the right place.

Let me remind you of the timeline of our Adventure up to this point.
Thursday
730pm – Arrived at ER
830pm – Seen by Triage Nurse
900pm – Walked to the Trauma Room
Friday
0230am – Admitted to Hospital and settled into the room
Morning Time – First scheduled surgery (postponed)
Right after Lunch – Second Scheduled Surgery (postponed)
230pm  – Next Scheduled Surgery (postponed – Emergency C-Section)
430pm – Next Scheduled Surgery (postponed – Emergency from ER)
530pm – Next Scheduled Surgery (postponed – still on patient from ER)
645pm – Lead down to Surgery Pre-Op room

WOW – that was a lot of waiting in pain – and a lot of Morphine to counter the pain.

So Sarah is lead into the surgery room, and Mom and I go back up to the room to wait.  That totally sucked.  I did not like the waiting part.  The surgery did not take more than 30 mins, add on another 30 mins waiting for post op and then she’s back in the room with us.

All of this to say, I am so blessed it all went well.  During each of our prayer times, it was both to keep our peace and to lead the surgeons.  Keeping my peace was the hardest part.  You have to know something about me, I am really good in the midst of Trauma or an Emergency.  Its a couple days after that, that it hits me and I have to process things.  I am very blessed my best friend and wife is recovering very well.  I know people have lost loved ones and have had closer calls than this, but I can’t imagine what my life would be like without Sarah.  We work too well together for this to be a solo act.

Thank you Father God, Papa, for bringing us through this safely.  Thank you for our health and for always being by our side.

We have learned a lot about ourselves during this time, what fears we still need to work on seems to be the biggest.  Thank you to everyone who has prayed for us and with us and to those that have helped in the recovery by supplying meals till we get back to normal.  We have an awesome family and an awesome church family.

Thank you.

Scott