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Easter/ Spiritual

Celebrating Good Friday

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Activities To Do With Children, In Remembrance:


Tell The Easter Story With A Playdough Mountain @ Desiring God

Resurrection Cookies With A Story @ A Bird And A Bean

Easy Resurrection Buns (scroll to end of post after clicking) @ Take Six

Lenten Repentance Box @ New Nostalgia

An Easter Lesson @ New Nostalgia

How To Make An Easter Garden @ Holy Experience

Make Hot Cross Buns @ Pioneer Woman

 

A Beautiful, Handmade Light Wreath, To Help Us Remember The Way:

A Light Wreath @ Holy Experience

 

Writings To Remember & Reflect:

His Mother Before The Cross @ A Holy Experience

 

A Song On Screen:

The Real Reason For Easter @ YouTube

 

Cancer Journey/ HEALTH/ Music Renews/ Spiritual

Trusting

This song expresses my heart.
I’m experiencing deep trust this weekend.
My oncologist was in surgery all day Friday so we still have no plan of action.
I’m hanging on, being held, and not forgetting how good He is.
Cancer Journey/ HEALTH/ Music Renews/ Spiritual

Pain, Perspective, Peace & A Spot On My Kidney

I have had stomach pain, it started Monday night.  Woke me up in the night both Monday and Tuesday.  It was severe in the night, but during the day only bothered me slightly.  It did keep me from running, which frankly ticked me off, and got me to the doctor.  I was suspicious of gall bladder.

I had an ultrasound yesterday morning.  Yes, they think my gall bladder may not be working properly and want further testing. That is what is causing pain.

 But that is not why the doctor called me at the end of the day.

She called to let me know that there is a 1-2 centimeter spot on my kidney.  It showed up in an ultrasound that I had in January and was cyst-like, so we were told to watch it due to my history.  Well, it now looks more solid, a nodule or lesion.  They are not jumping to conclusions but because of the definite change from the ultrasound in January, the radiologist suggest further testing due to my history.

My primary care doctor is going to call my Oncologist for the “now what?”  I expect a scan or two, maybe a biopsy.  I will know more next week.

You have all so graciously come along on this journey with me, so I want to keep you informed. It seems like these “bumps in the road” may just be a way of life– these ups and downs with my health.  I am ok with that.  I have done my pouting in the past and have come to accept the ‘what is.’  I am at peace, and so thankful for how many prayers have been answered on my behalf.  So many.

I am also very thankful for the perspective that all of this brings.  It is a gift.  I find when pain forces me to face what we all need to face, that we are here on this earth for a short time, I live.  I REALLY live.

I see more clearly.  I think about what matters.  I notice beauty.  I touch and hug my kids more. I kiss my husband more (well, I would be if he didn’t have a cold :)) I treasure the moments with those I love.  I eat it all up, and I am present.  That, friends, is a gift, one that I would not have to this extent, if it were not for pain.

Emotional pain, physical pain, both bring perspective.
I reach out to my Heavenly Father in these moments, I rest in His love, and I find peace.

I will keep you updated.  Again, it very well could be nothing.  Hoping for the best!!

Cancer Journey/ HEALTH/ Music Renews/ Spiritual

Decluttering & Finding Chemo Memories

{notice how dark the valleys are, but without them there would be no mountaintop}

I’ve been cleaning out my gmail inbox, which was a complete nightmare!  It is slowly getting better as I file, label, delete and respond.  Such a great feeling!  I have come across some pretty precious emails, notes of encouragement from when I was sick, ones I read, but never filed away properly.  I have to make some sort of scrapbook out of all the amazing words I got from people. 

Even after all this time I am still amazed at how God put the perfect note, or song, or person in my life at all the right times to carry me through the hardest times.  He continues to do that, but I do find it is harder to see when I have the energy to be busy.  I am working on keeping eyes open to see.

I remember the below video.  I remember it was a couple days after chemo #2.  I was in such a fog that frankly scared me.  I couldn’t think clearly.  I couldn’t see clearly.  I couldn’t walk well.  I was weak & nauseous.  I remember sitting at the computer desk, staring at the screen, trying to make it focus.  


I had a file of songs on hand to play for those valley days, and hit the first one I could find.  It was the song below.  I remember laying my head on the desk, eyes blurred but not from tears, yet.  My head so heavy, my heart, too.  I listened to it 3 times at least, it was the perfect song for my heart that day. The desk became wet with my tears, but I was too weary to do much about it.  

My Caring Bridge Journal October 6, 2010:

I’m in the valley today. I am weak, sick and in the fog.  I woke up last night from at least 6 different dreams where I was telling people I only had months to live, different people each time.
 
As this linked video says, “I need a voice that is louder than mine” today.

By chemo #3, I figured out that lots of my “fogginess” was side affects from the type of nausea medication I was taking.  Once we changed that, it was so much better!

Back to cleaning out my email folders and inbox.  I found this short but powerful prayer from my mother in law, Kathy.  She sent it to me that same day, October 6, 2010.  It was perfect and just what I needed.
Dear Lord,
Hear Amy’s cry and give heed to her prayer. Her heart is faint and her body is weak.Lead her to you… the Rock that is higher than I. You are her refuge, her tower of strength. Let her find comfort in the shelter of Your wings.   Amen
from Psalm 61

I pray that if you are in your own valley today, that you too, would find His sweet grace, that His voice would be louder than yours, that you would find shelter in the wings of God!  He is the lifter of heads and the healer of hearts.  So often He has lifted my head and cradled my heart.  He takes our valleys and gives them meaning & purpose. He is a good, good God, one that we can turn to when we just can’t carry on ourselves.

HEALTH/ RECIPES

Monday Morning Musings

Happy Monday!

I woke up to the excitement of being featured at two of my favorite online places!  The first one is She Makes Hats, a site by my very talented and sweet friend, Robyn.  Yes, the same Robyn who handles all my ads for me and pops up on this site once in awhile!  I love her, and what she said about me at her blog really touched me!  I had the privilege of being featured as one of the recipients of her amazing hats.  I also got to play model, which was kinds fun..and funny!  I love my new hat, I’m wearing it as I type!

At the second site, my Homemade Lip Balm was featured.  Simple Organic showed it as part of her favorite weekend links.  This made my Monday as Simple Organic is an everyday read for me.  Love that site!

 Carrot, Apple & Ginger Juice–it was yum!

This was breakfast today.  It is day one of a juice detox/cleanse that I am trying out, inspired by this movie:

You will hear more than you probably care to about this all week!  I’m about to go make my mid morning snack juice, called The Mean Green. So far so good, slight headache from lack of coffee!

Here is all the produce I brought home last night from Trader Joes and my local health food store.  It is now stuffed in our refrigerator.  My middle girl opened the refrigerator and said “Wow Mom, it is so pretty in here!  This makes me want to eat healthy!”  That was a proud moment for this Momma! I will be posting the cost of everything, it was less than I thought, thanks to Trader Joes!

My 12 year old was busy over the weekend, making new product for her Twisted Tape Etsy store.  She made some rings, headbands and some more fun flower hair pins.  I will be getting her new product listed sometime today!  

I have a sick girl home today.  She seems to get sick every spring break. She has spring seasonal allergies that trigger her asthma, which gives her an awful sounding barky cough.  She is fine today, but was up most of the night.  At one in the morning she was sitting in the bathroom with a Little House on the Prairie book while breathing in the steam from the hot shower, which is what finally got her cough to cease.  Finally.

This morning it started to rain and storm clouds came in, so she decided to sit in our sun room to  listen to the storm and make clay creations.  We discovered this great book, The Incredible Clay book, when spring cleaning her room, and it has kept her busy for hours.

{honey, soy sauce, ketchup, onion, garlic, s&p, sesame seeds, red pepper flakes, oil}
This is the sauce I just made for my family’s Sesame Honey Chicken crockpot dinner.  It was a quick mix up the marinade, pour over chicken, and turn on the crockpot!  I will make some rice later for them to eat with it.  It smells delish already, and I’m thinking I just tortured myself by making such a yummy smelling meal on the first day of my juice fast!
I just got up to make my mid morning Mean Green juice and this clay creation greeted me.  I screamed. I saw it from the corner of my eye and thought it was a huge bug. It is a “finger hook.”  Kids…gotta love ’em!

FAMILY/ Love/ Marriage/ Music Renews/ Spiritual

My Man Of A Thousand Years

Psalm 31:3
For Thou art my ROCK and my fortress; therefore for Thy name’s sake lead me and guide me. 

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My man is my rock, he is led and leads.

He lives the above words of Psalm 31:3

He is led by the Rock that is higher than I.  

The Unmovable one, the one who is never changing, who will not budge from His promises. 

He is solid, a strength that has been there for over a thousand years 


My man, his hand reaches and rests.  

Movement to rest.

Not a striving, just a leaning.

It takes this movement, a decision, a reaching out. 

A faith that our Solid is there steady. 

Ready for our leaning.

 

My man leans into this Ultimate firmness, which in turn makes his heart soft.

This safe strength opens my heart, makes me vulnerable, and I, too, lean.

I want to stay in this place, a thousand years more.

 

 

Cancer Journey/ HEALTH

A Glimpse Of Life A Year Ago

I found these cleaning out a closet a while ago.  The site of them took my breath and I was taken back for a moment to how it felt to just be getting through each day, where meds and doctors and tests and unknowns were a way of life.  
I have found it very meaningful to look back and to see how far I have come.  How faithful God has been.  It keeps things in perspective and gives me a thankful heart, one that bursts.
This was a post I wrote about a year ago.  Diagnosis, 4 months of chemo, mastectomy & reconstruction, and 14 radiation treatments had taken their toll on my body and heart.  It was not a good day. But, I had the gift of a new one.  The gift of tomorrow, and many more tomorrows.  I am so grateful.
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Journal 2-2011

I have come far.  I have so much to be thankful for.  There are many ups and downs.  Today was a down, I write about it below… but I’ll get back up there.
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{Halfway radiation point & “down” isn’t my best look..but I do like my  new hat that looks old:)}
Journal
I was late for radiation today.
It was a hard morning…I just could not pull myself together in time.
My radiation therapist, Mr. Brad, was so kind, reassuring me that they can be flexible, and that it was ok.
I told him a bit of my hard morning, he listened and said he would pray. 
Then, I told him, with tears flooding,

“I am weary”
He looked straight into my brewing storm and without hesitation, said:
 “but the Lord isn’t”

A nugget of truth that shot straight to my heart and immediately brought internal storm rest.  I exhaled and went on to face my day.
Oh Truth, sweet truth
From the written Word and the words of His people!
What would I do without Truth?
Truth has been harder to feel lately.
I KNOW truth, I SEE it, but it FEELS far away.  
Lots of “static” in the way.  
Busyness of thought that creates distance from grasping the feeling of truth.
I know I create some of that static, and I know that giving up a medication and adjusting to that give up creates static.  I also know some of it is just life right now.  
It. Just. Is.
This said static got the best of me this morning–it was oh, so loud–it comes and I kick and fit and shake my fists.  Eyes up, head down, at times– in hands.  Tissue thrown in piles on floor.
I blurt my static…to Him.  To husband.  To my Carma friend.  
Words of “whys” and “no’s” and fears and questions and closed hands and fed ups..my words.
“But Lord…”
“No Lord…”
“Enough Lord..”
Vivid dreams have turned from normal into nightmares.  Can I just have one day of my life before?  I don’t want this unknown anymore.  I want concrete, expected, easy.  I want pretty, no scars.
Lord, do you see?
My Lottie-3 -year- old- Mae, the bravest fighter, her mother torn from baby sister to seek treatment far away.  Leukemia in a child is enough, Lord, enough.  But..bacteria infection and pneumonia, too?  Families who love and yearn, torn from each others presence? It seems too much..  
Lord, do you see?
The man after me, there for radiation therapy.  The only color in his face are blood shot eyes that are hollow, but still smile at me.
Lord?
My husband, who deals with enough by dealing with me. He is sitting at table, deep in thought, while shuffling the mounting bill piles, doing his best to make them all fit.
Lord.
The statistics they scare me, why can’t I have a concrete answer?  Please?  Stage 3a or Stage 3b? Which one is it?  It matters to me.. 70% or 39%?  Why can’t I let go of the numbers? Hands grasped, closed tight.  Digits grasping digits.

Oh Lord, and these women…  
These dear, strong, fighting women.
Women who have felt lumps, endured scans, had parts of themselves cut on and cut out, allowed chemical chemo to flow through veins and radiation to burn both good and bad cells, who felt razors and cold air on scalp, have to take pills that keep wombs empty and all the while are wives and some mothers and burden bearers for each other.  Oh Lord, these women! 
 Lord, do you see?
So. Much. Static.
The above is enough there is so much more.  Unnamed more.
Lord?…?
Then.. my Lord… 
My GOOD, good, God…
He whispers to me.
“Yes, Amy, I see.”

“I know you are weary, but I am not.”

I SEE.  I, too, wept. 
I KNOW.  I, too, have scars.

I can handle your cries to me, My child.
I’m so glad you’ve come to me… 
For I am the Way.  The Truth. The Light.

I will make sense of tragedy.
I will be your burden bearer.  
Hand over the load. I was meant to bear it, not you.

Endure, child.

You know on this earth there will be pain and trials.
It was not meant to be this way, but it is.  
I will fulfill my promise to make it all right again, in my time.

This is what it is in an imperfect, sin- infested world.  
This is why I sent my Son, for a way out of it all.

You’ve tasted the hand of bitterness, do not let hatred numb your sorrows.  
Do not clinch your hand closed tight.


The wise hand opens slowly, to lilies of the valley and tomorrow…to Me!


I gave you the words to this song in your heart.
I gave you these words years ago, knowing you would need them in these fist shaking moments.

“This is what it means to be held, how it feels..
When the sacred is torn from life and you survive
This is what it is, to be held, and to know that the promise was 
when everything fell, you’d be held.”

I am holding you.
I have not promised a pain free world and life.  
But, I have promised that I AM Life, the Way, 
and I will be holding you every step.

These are God’s whispers to me.

I listen.

I search Youtube and find that song.
I listen again.

The static volume lowers to just a whisper and I find truth–and I am held.
{Words To Natalie Grant’s “Held”}
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we’d be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it’s unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our Savior

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held

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