Psychic Powers?

"Christen said...
February 14th (Valentines day) girl, 7lbs, 10 oz."
---comment from January 5th "Let the Guessing Begin!"


Congratulations to Christen who accurately guessed that I would have a girl, born on the 14th and weighing 7 lbs. 10 oz. In fact, it’s a little freaky that she guessed it so exactly. Okay, it’s really freaky. Is my sister-in-law psychic? (Cue spooky music.)

A Birth Story

As I am making use of Gaby’s helpful presence here, I have a quiet moment now so I thought I’d write out a bit of Evangeline’s birth story.

I had been having contractions on and off all Tuesday afternoon. By dinnertime they were uncomfortable enough to be a hindrance to my singing during family worship, but I still wasn’t convinced that we’d be seeing any serious action that night. Well, the contractions kept getting worse and I tried to go to bed to rest, but by then I knew something big was happening. Every medical-type person that I’d recently seen had always repeated the mantra: “When your contractions are consistently five minutes apart then it’s time to go to the hospital.” Joshua started timing my contractions and we settled in for the long haul. There was just one problem- they never got consistent. I’d have a space of six minutes between contractions and then one of eleven minutes. I called the midwife to let her know what was happening and she didn’t seem too concerned and thought that I was still in pretty early labor. That was okay because we had wanted to stay home as long as possible before we subjected ourselves to the mercy of the hospital. But shortly after that phone call we knew that it was time to go.

Now comes the interesting part. We had just gotten hit with a good amount of snow and seeing as it was about one o’clock in the morning the snowplows had not yet been out and about. So there we were driving through several inches of snow with only a few tire tracks to guide us, I was in pretty serious labor and Joshua was trying to stay calm and keep the van from getting stuck.

When we finally got to hospital Joshua parked out front where the guard told him the van could stay for about fifteen minutes. I got wheeled up to my room where I asked the nurse (as politely as possible for someone in my state of extreme discomfort) for a basin into which I promptly puked. That convinced the midwife and nurse that I was in transition. Joshua left to park our car, but was chased down by a nurse telling him that if he left now he might miss the birth. One mere hour (and lots of pain and pushing) later, Evangeline was born.

As I look back over the experience I find that I am very grateful for many things. I really appreciated Bonnie, the midwife. Despite her being wrong about the timing of contractions, I was really very pleased with how she walked me through labor (at least the hour of it that she was there for.) I had some very pleasant nurses which made such a huge difference from the other times when I had terrible nurses. Most of all, I’m so grateful that Joshua was with me through it all. He is the greatest labor partner I could wish for. He kept me focused and encouraged me and was always ready with a glass of ice water after each contraction. Even Bonnie commented on how we made a great team.

So, yeah, there were some parts of that labor that weren’t so great. For example, I wouldn’t want take a car ride like that ever again. But through it all my God was faithful. Many times during a painful contraction I would cry out to Him to give me strength to endure and He always did. It’s because of Him that little Evangeline is here safe and sound. And it’s to Him that we give all the glory.

Evangeline

She's Here!

Evangeline Felicity was born February 14th at 2:32 am. She is healthy and beautiful. Thank you all for your prayers. Details and pictures to follow soon.

Can't Get Any Cuter Than This

Almost There

As you can see from my baby countdown, my due date is here and I’ve still not been delivered from my kangaroo state. Any mother who has even come anywhere close to her due date will understand how I’m feeling about now. I’m very, very weary. I’m pretty much used to feeling like an overweight beached whale and the crazy, unpredictable emotions are fairly routine by now, too. It’s the pain that I just can’t seem to adjust to. It’s when I can’t roll over in bed without gasping in pain, when doing the dishes is unbearable and when simply walking to the bathroom feels like an overwhelming task that I just want it all to be over. I’m afraid that when the time finally comes for labor to start that I just won’t have enough energy and stamina to go through it.

So please pray for me. Pray that I would have the strength and endurance I need to face every day. Pray for the safety of this precious little child that I am carrying. Pray that I would be patient and trust my good God’s timing in this. And pray that I wouldn’t worry about labor and delivery.

For some reason, God had decided that I shouldn’t have an easy pregnancy and if that’s what He wants then there must be a good reason for it. So I will say “Your will be done.” But in order to do that I need you all to be praying for me.

I’m asking this in full confidence that you, my friends, will respond to my request and approach our loving Father on my behalf. Thank you. I’m very grateful for you all.

A Special Quote

I'm usually not a fan of those schmaltzy email forwards, but I liked this one. Maybe this is something we need to do, too.


"[There] was a four-year-old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

'Nothing, I just helped him cry' "

A Good Labor Quote

"Our Lamaze instructor… assured our class…that our cervix muscles would become 'naturally numb' as they swelled and stretched, and deep breathing would turn the final explosions of pain into 'manageable discomfort.' This description turned out to be as accurate as, say, a steward advising passengers aboard the Titanic to prepare for a brisk but bracing swim.

—Mary Kay Blakely in American Mom "

A Sabbath Prayer

Love Lustres at Calvary

My Father,
Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips,
supply words that proclaim ‘Love lustres at Calvary.’
There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son,
made a transgressor , a curse, and sin for me;
There the sword of thy justice smote the man, thy fellow;
There thy infinite attributes were magnified,
and infinite atonement was made;
There infinite punishment was due,
and infinite punishment was endured.
Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,
cast off that I might be brought in,
trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend,
surrendered to hell's worst that I might attain heaven's best,
stripped that I might be clothed,
wounded that I might be healed,
athirst that I might drink,
tormented that I might be comforted,
made a shame that I might inherit glory,
entered darkness that I might have eternal light.

My Saviour wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,
groaned that I might have endless song,
endured all pain that I might have unfading health,
bore a thorned crown that I might have a glory-diadem,
bowed his head that I might uplift mine,
experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness,
expired that I might for ever live.

O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,
All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;
Help me to adore thee by lips and life.
O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
my every step buoyant with delight, as I see
my enemies crushed,
Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,
sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
hell's gates closed, heaven's portal open.

Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross,
mighty to subdue, comfort and save.

---from The Valley of Vision

Happy Birthday to My Pastor

My dad’s birthday is on the 28th. I’ll be doing this birthday post a little differently by writing about my pastor instead of my dad (of course, it’s impossible for me to completely separate the two.) I’m also doing this a few days in advance, partly so it actually gets done and also to give you folks a chance to leave any comments for him since many of you have had him as pastor at some point. I know he checks this blog regularly, though you could never tell it by the number of comments he leaves :o).

So, where shall I begin? My dad has been my pastor and shepherd of my soul since before I even knew I had a soul that needed shepherding. As far back as I can remember it’s been my dad that I’ve heard preaching as I've sat in my pew. In all that time, as should be expected, he has changed as a pastor. He’s gone from preaching slightly stoic, but theologically correct sermons to being able to preach passionately from a heart that deeply loves his Lord and the people that he has been ordained to lead. And that love is so obvious. There is an intensity in his sermons as if he is pleading with our very souls, urging and exhorting his flock to abandon our sinful desires and serve more fully our true Master.

My pastor doesn’t just preach from a pulpit once a week and leave it at that, but he regularly meets with various members of the church to disciple them on a one-on-one basis. I like watching him talk with people after worship on Sundays. My dad is not a naturally social person, but there he is talking to this person about a job interview, inquiring after that person’s health, setting up a time to visit this other person. Our pastor loves us and it shows in how he cares for us.

More times than I can recall, I’ve thanked God for giving me such a pastor. I thank Him once again, knowing that in providing for me a godly man to guide and instruct me my God has shown how much He loves me.

I pray that God would bless my dad and pastor in this new year of his life.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

No Surrender

Sometimes some random memories of my mom will pop up in my mind. I remember one thing she used to do if she was working on a project and it wasn’t going right or if she was fiddling with something and having trouble with it she would say, “I yield!” in an exasperated tone of voice. It would drive me crazy when she did that and I would just chalk it up as another one of my crazy mother’s annoying habits. But I understand now why my mom would say it.

This past while has been really difficult for me and whether it’s a project I’m working on that’s not going right or my body is aching and cramping or one of the kids just spilled a whole bowl full of cereal and milk on my freshly mopped floor, I find myself often saying those same words, “I yield! That’s it. I give up. I tried my hardest and failed. I’m done.” But I then I try to think back to those times when my mom would say it and I can’t remember her just throwing the project down, giving up and storming away in a huff. Instead, she would try again. She didn’t really surrender even though she was saying she was. She kept at it until she got it right- even when it seemed a hopeless situation.

So maybe that’s what I need to do, too. Maybe it’s really okay if I feel overwhelmed by my life right now. Maybe it’s to be expected that I feel like laying down arms and surrendering to inevitable failure. Maybe it’s okay if I feel hopeless- just as long as I don’t give up. I pray daily for the strength to live and serve another day. Even when I don’t see any possible way that the oncoming day could be good, I still pray that it would be. If I trusted in my own feeble strength then I would have to surrender, but my Jesus has strength enough for me. It’s His strength that will get me through the day. If my Savior can fight the powers of death and darkness and not give up then surely He can carry me along to my own victory.

Too Sweet For Words

Just Because He's Cute

Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this little boy to sit still for a picture without making goofy faces? I'm amazed that I got these two pictures. He sure is a handsome little man, isn't he?

Happy Birthday, Dad G!

Yesterday was my father-in-law's birthday. Life was a little crazy yesterday so this is a belated birthday post.

One thing that I really appreciate about my father-in-law (a.k.a Dad#2, daddy G. Grandpa Cracker, etc.) is they way he is with his grandkids. He's so gentle with them whether he's holding little Alyssa or horsing around with Malachi or having pretend tea with Lily. And it's plain to see that he's having just as much fun (maybe even more) as they are. And the kids adore him. They are always wondering when they'll get to see their Grampa Gardner next and if they'll get to sleep over at his house (that's the ultimate treat.)

There is quite a lack of good grandpas in this world and I'm so very grateful that my kids get to have a really special one.

Thanks, Daddy G. for being the big part of our lives that you are and for giving my kids your love. Thanks for being Grampa Gardner. You make our family richer just by being you.

Happy Birthday!

A Mother's Dream

I made a baby sling for myself today and with the leftover fabric I made one for Lily. I can't believe how grown-up she looks. She is so nurturing even at three years of age. She will often pat or rub my belly and talk to her baby brother/sister. She tries to be so gentle with me so she doesn't hurt Baby Buddy. I'm really looking forward to seeing how she cares for Baby Buddy after he's born.

Just Plain Silly

Seen on an ad for a prescription sleep aid:

"Side effects may include drowsiness"

Medium-Well with a Side of Stuffing

Several nights ago my family and I enjoyed the rare treat of eating steaks for dinner. The local supermarket was having a great sale on them so I thought we’d splurge. We cut the kids’ meat up into small pieces and told them to chew their food a lot since steak is very chewy. Malachi only heard that it was “Chewy” (the name of his teddy bear) that we were eating.
“This is Chewy-Bear?” he asked, holding a piece of steak on his fork.
We tried to explain that we weren’t eating Chewy, but that the food was hard to chew.
“It’s Chewy-Bear!” he said happily and eagerly started chomping away at his steak.

Now I ask you, which is worse- the fact that our son was positive that we were eating his teddy bear for dinner or the fact that he seemed to be enjoying it?

A Great Song

This is one of my favorite Keith Green songs. Something I enjoy greatly about Keith Green's music is the raw honesty he showed in his lyrics and in the way he sang them. This is a great song and I cry every time I hear it.

When I Hear the Praises Start

My son, My son, why are you striving,
You can't add one thing to what's been done for you,
I did it all while I was dying,
Rest in your faith, my peace will come to you.

For when I hear the praises start, I want to rain upon you,
Blessings that will fill your heart, I see no stain upon you,
Because you are My child and know me, to Me you're only holy,
Nothing that you've done remains, only what you do for Me.

My child, My child, why are you weeping,
You will not have to wait forever,
That day and that hour is in My keeping,
The day I'll bring you into Heaven.

For when I hear the praises start, my child, I want to rain upon you,
Blessing that will fill your heart, I see no stain upon you,
Because you are My child and you know me, to me you're only holy,
Nothing that you've done remains, only what you do in Me.

My precious bride, the day is nearing,
When I'll take you in My arms and hold you,
I know there are so many things that you've been hearing,
But you just hold on to what I have told you.

For when I hear the praises start, my bride, I want to rain upon you,
Blessings that will fill your heart, I see no stain upon you,
Because you are My child, and you know Me, to me you're only holy,
Nothing that you've done will remain, only what you do for me.

A Sabbath Prayer

The Lord's Day

O Lord my Lord,
this is thy day,
the heavenly ordinance of rest,
the open door of worship,
the record of Jesus' resurrection,
the seal of the sabbath to come,
the day when the saints militant and triumphant unite in endless song.
I bless thee for the throne of grace,
that here free favour reigns;
that open access to it is through the blood of Jesus;
that the veil is torn aside and I can enter the holiest
and find thee ready to hear,
waiting to be gracious,
inviting me to pour out my needs,
encouraging my desires,
promising to give more than I ask or think.
But while I bless thee, shame and confusion are mine:
I remember my past misuse of sacred things,
my irreverent worship,
my base ingratitude,
my cold, dull praise.
Sprinkle all my past sabbaths with the cleansing blood of Jesus,
and may this day witness deep improvement in me.
Give me in rich abundance the blessings the Lord's Day was designed to impart;
May my heart be fast bound against worldly thoughts or cares;
Flood my mind with peace beyond understanding;
may my meditations be sweet,
my acts of worship, life, liberty, joy,
my drink the streams that flow from thy throne,
my food the precious Word,
my defence the shield of faith,
and may my heart be more knit to Jesus.

---From The Valley of Vision

More Beautiful Artwork

Lily wanted to draw a picture of Baby Buddy and I thought I 'd share it with you. She is so excited to meet her newest little sibling. She is convinced that she's getting a little sister where as Malachi is sure Baby Buddy is a boy. Joshua and I keep telling them that God has already decided which gender Baby Buddy is and we’ll just have to wait to find out for ourselves. Lily’s response to that logic: “God decided Baby Buddy is a girl.”

(In case you were wondering about that line coming from Baby Buddy's mouth- I think it was supposed to be his neck, but the artist later declared that it was the umbilical cord. So what if it’s not 100% anatomically correct? He does have an ear in the middle of his forehead, after all.)