The Little Yellow Bathroom.

We have this little yellow bathroom in our house.  It’s the only potty-room downstairs.  Just a half bathroom.  When we moved in it was papered with yellow and white striped wallpaper and had a sunflower border at the top around the ceiling.  I hated it.  I mean. really.hated.it.

I never felt like removing the wallpaper.  That’s a terrible job.  So, I painted the border and the ceiling a periwinkle/lavender color and painted dragonflies on the walls.  I just don’t know what I was thinking.  I didn’t love that either.  But, it served it’s purpose. 

Now that we’re moving, we hired someone to come in and do some drywall work in all three bathrooms and some general touch ups.  One thing he did was remove the wallpaper from the little yellow bathroom and smooth the walls with drywall mud. 

Almost all the walls in the house are rough. Like weird popcorn ceiling rough.  Only, it’s on the walls.  Dumb.  Who ever thought that was a good idea was dumb.  It’s super difficult to patch because you just cannot match that texture.  Just give me smooth walls and call it good!

I can only find one photo taken of that room in all these years. But I apparently had photoshopped the yellow out of it.  So, alas, I will not share it with you.  It’s a pic of the little girl on one of her first days of school.  If you wanna see it, I’ll post it.  🙂

ANYWHOOOOO…So he removed the paper, smoothed the walls and now I’m in the process of painting.  I primed all the walls with the Kilz2 from an earlier post and gave all the trim and the cabinet a new coat of nice white paint.  It already looked so much better just doing all that. 

Then i was inspired by this photo from a Crate & Barrel catalog…

http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/Paterson2DoorCabinetM112?&$web_zoom$&wid=558&hei=558

It’s just so fresh and clean and airy feeling…I know that gray and yellow is a really popular color scheme right now, but I just don’t love it together.  It reminds of a this terrible puffy winter coat I had when I was growing up that was gray and pink.  I hated that coat. 

Anyway, the countertop in that bathroom is “yellow marble”.  LOL.  It’s really terrible…and it’s not really marble 🙂  But I decided to work with it rather than against it.  So I’ve decided to paint the walls a light gray color.  I have some gray paint leftover from painting the kids’ rooms.  They both wanted gray, different shades.  So I just mixed it with white.  The first one was way toooooo dark.  So, I mixed in more white.  It was still too dark.  So I decided to just pour that gray into the can of white paint!  Finally I think I came up with a gray I can live with.  At least until we move!  Image

Sorry for the quality…I am not a photographer, I just have a Canon point and shoot camera.  Don’t judge.  🙂

So, my mom is finishing painting that room as we speak.  Then we’re on to other rooms.

Stay tuned!

 

The Peace of God…

It’s after 10pm where I am. 

As I sit here and think back on the day today I can say that, for the first time in several weeks, I can take a deep breath and it feels good.  All the anticipation of these past weeks and days has taken it’s physical toll on me…but knowing that there have been so many people (probably you), literally all over the world covering us and Daddy in prayer I think I will sleep well tonight! 

Daddy had his appointment with the oncologist this afternoon to receive the results from the PET scan done last Monday and the bone marrow biopsy that was done last Tuesday.  I wrote the following while waiting in the parking lot for the appointment.

     1:21pm.  I just pulled up in front of the Oncology Center.  I’m waiting on Mom and Daddy to get here. My heart is heavy, it hurts to take a deep breath.  The anticipation in my car is thick.  What will these next few moments hold?  God give me Your peace.  Calm my heart.  “We Fall Down” is playing on K-Love.  We lay our crowns at the feet of Jesus.  Right now, all that I am I give to You.  Help me to walk boldly in Your peace in these next moments.

Then Mom and Daddy pulled up in their little PT Cruiser convertible, with the top down.  They’re so cute!  🙂 

We went inside to wait.  Brian and Nancy LaDue showed up soon after we got there.  They weren’t there to be the first ones to find out what was going on.  They weren’t there to go meet with the doctor with us.  They were simply there to cover us in prayer while we were meeting with the doctor.  It was nice to have them there before because we waited for about 30 minutes.  Just chatting with them helped us to not dwell on all the what-if’s of the appointment.

Finally we were called back and they weighed Daddy.  Andrea (one of the oncology nurses who goes to our church) weighed him and he weighed 234.8 pounds.  He’s really packed on that weight in the past week!  Not really.  He had a little help from my foot! 

When Dr. Salter finally came into the room it was an hour and 5 minutes after the scheduled appointment time.  We had talked about how long it was taking, but were glad that we were waiting, because that meant, at least we think, that the Dr. was taking time with another family who needed answers also.  He doesn’t just rush in, in a hurry and quickly explain what’s going on and then leave to get to the next thing.  He takes his time. 

He told us that the blood tests all came back normal, except for Daddy’s lymphocytes which were a little low, which is “normal” at this stage of the game.  He told us that the bone marrow biopsy was NORMAL IN ALL RESPECTS.  The marrow is clean!  He then went on to tell us that the PET scan showed absolutely no abnormal lymph nodes anywhere in his whole body!  He did say that basically the PET scan shows areas where there are cells that are behaving in an abnormal/aggressive manner.  There are a couple of areas that he is somewhat concerned about, but they seem to be totally unrelated to the Lymphoma that was found in front of Daddy’s ear.  It was Follicular Lymphoma.  Which, he said, is one of the most benign acting lymphoma’s.  He did order one more test, no biggie, just a scope of Daddy’s stomach, and then he wants to see him again in a month to see how he’s doing, to see if there is any change, and to take some time to really go over all the tests and charts to see if these two other areas are anything to be overly concerned about.

So that’s what we know at this moment.  Praise the Lord!  Thank you for praying, thank you for being there for us, thank you for loving us.

Please know this…if you have any questions or anything at all, please ask.  I am so very grateful of each and every person who has come alongside me and my family these past weeks and lifted us up in prayer.  I really don’t even want to begin to think what it might be like to go through something like this without knowing the Love, Acceptance and Peace of God the Creator.  The One who loves us enough to send His Son for us.  

Also, please don’t stop praying.  There are still some unanswered questions, but today was a HUGE answer to prayer! 

 

 

Philippians 4:7

“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

That’s a great verse.  I love the promise found there.  But that “And” at the beginning is a hint that we should read what comes before.  Verse 7 isn’t a complete thought in and of itself.  Here is what verse 6 says, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” 

Is it possible in my humanness to not be anxious today?  About anything?  Can I have thanksgiving today?  I’ve certainly presented my requests to God.  Today we find out the results from my Daddy’s PET scan and the bone marrow biopsy that were done last week.  Today we get more answers.  Am I anxious?  You betcha!  But I’ve talked to God about it.  So…”the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard [my] heart and [my] mind in Christ Jesus.”  What a promise. 

Lowe’s Stop #1

I made my first official trip to Lowe’s yesterday for house stuff.  No, that does not mean that I’ve never been to Lowe’s before.  I just mean that it’s the first official trip for old house/new house stuff 🙂   I knew that getting the house ready to sell would be a big task, but I guess I didn’t realize HOW big of a task!  It all just seems a little overwhelming…being a full-time college student with homework, working, being a wife and mama, going thru Daddy’s appointments with him, packing and going thru absolutely everything, dreaming about the new house…

We decided to hire a painter to paint the walls going up the stairs and then down the hallway upstairs, but I (and by I, I mean myself and my mommy) am painting everything else that needs to be painted in order to get this house ready to sell…which includes all three bathrooms and maybe the kitchen.

Those of you who have been in my house in the past 10 years will remember the little yellow bathroom.  Well, it’s yellow no more.  The paper has been removed, the walls smoothed with new drywall in places.  And it’s primed.  It will look like a totally different little bathroom soon!  heck, it already looks soooo much better with just the white primed walls!  I really hope to have that bathroom finished tomorrow night.  Then I’ll post a before and after photo!

Anyway, here’s what I bought at Lowe’s yesterday.

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Kilz for the bathrooms…a new little angled paint brush for cutting in around trim and such…paint tray liners…paint roller covers…and a lovely little welcome mat for the front door for when this house is finally ready to show/sell.

My Daddy has the appointment tomorrow afternoon to get the results from the PET scan and the bone marrow biopsy that were done last week.  I’m totally praying that there is no Lymphoma, it was all a mistake!

Musing

I thought I would try a little musing today. My Daddy does a daily devotional type thing on facebook every morning called “Max’s Morning Musing”. Lots of people read it. It’s really just what he experiences and learns each morning when he spends his personal quiet time with the Lord.

In the ten and a half years that we have lived in our current house, I have never gone out on the front porch (or the back deck for that matter) and just listened to the morning, the birds, the insects, the wind in the trees, the traffic in the distance.

As I sit here this morning, on my front porch, listening to the morning that has really already begun, I’m reminded of a passage of scripture that I think of nearly every day of my life. I even pray this over my kids every morning either as they leave for school, or when I get up.

Lamentations 3:22-24 says this,

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.”

I find a lot of comfort in that passage. The first being the Lord’s great love. He truly does have a great love. I mean, it has to be pretty great in size to be able to love everyone, all at the same time, for all eternity. Now, I’m no Bible scholar by any stretch of the imagination, but that’s how I read it. It’s a great love. A BIG love…for which I am truly thankful. And because of that great love for me, for you, for people we have never and will never meet this side of heaven, because of that great love, we are not consumed. Oh Man! What a promise. There are days that I just feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by responsibility, obligations, feelings. Days I just feel consumed. BUT, because of His great love for us, I will not be consumed. I can daily rest in that promise!

His compassions never fail. He will always care about what I’m feeling, He will always care about when I hurt, He will always care about when I cry, He will always care about when I rejoice. He has a great love and unending compassions. for me. and for you.

And not only will they never fail, but they are new every morning. WOW. To never fail, never run out AND to be NEW every morning. Every single morning! Even THIS morning!

And then after all that, His faithfulness! Oh, His faithfulness. How great it is. Even when I am not faithful to Him. In those moments when I struggle with whether or not He’s really there. On those days when it just seems like nothing is going the way I think it should. In those times of uncertainty. His faithfulness is great.

I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” How can I NOT wait for him? After all that He has done, is doing and will continue to do for me, having a great love, not allowing me to be consumed, being faithful…yes I choose to wait for Him.

After all, He knows what He’s doing. I can trust Him after all that. He is my portion. Just what I need, when I need it.

10-4 Good Buddy

10 and 4.  Those are the grades of the little kids.  (I call them the “little kids” when I’m talking about them.  When I say my kids, that usually means all three of them.)

Anywhooooo…Grace is a sophomore this year and Jack is a 4th grader.  That is so hard for me to take in.  They are just growing up so quickly.  I do believe Jack had more first day nervousness than Grace did.  I’m sure they will both be fine tho…all day long…without me… Will I?

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Cancer Sucks.

I just didn’t know how to begin this.  I wrote those words just a little more than three years ago.  But, at the time, it was myself I was referring to.  I call the summer of 2009 the “breast cancer summer”.  It seems like a lifetime ago.  I can look back and say I’m cancer free.  But this time, it’s not me.

It’s my dad.  and it’s Lymphoma. 

Several months ago Daddy started having back pain.  He also noticed some hearing loss in his left ear.  After checking some things out, the doctor noticed a “fatty tissue” on Daddy’s cheek in front of his hear, under the arm of his glasses.  He decided to do a fine needle biopsy on July 17.  Nine days later, he told my mom and dad that it looked like lymphoma.  The doctor then decided to do another biopsy to get a larger sample for testing.  Daddy had that surgery on July 31.  He was then referred to an oncologist, Dr. Salter.  We met with Dr. Salter on August 8 at the Oncology Center at Howard Regional Health in K-town.

Dr. Salter scheduled a PET scan for yesterday, the 13th and a bone marrow biopsy for this morning, the 14th. 

Seester and I went with Mom and Daddy to both appointments.  The bone marrow biopsy was a little scary for me, not gonna lie.  We were actually in the room with Daddy while it was going on.  The pathologist and his assistant came in and prepped Daddy and I started crying because I was afraid we weren’t going to get the opportunity to pray for Daddy.  I just felt the need to pray for God to be there and for peace and for wisdom and for the doctor’s steady hands.  Seester finally asked the Doctors if we could please pray before he got started, so I prayed out loud…for the doctor to hear. 🙂 

It was a little frightening to see Daddy in this position.  He looked like a little kid up there on that bed, curled up into the fetal position (so they could get him in a good position for the biopsy). 

We are praying for healing, we are anticipating the unknown, we are believing in God’s sovereignty, we are claiming His peace that passes all understanding.

While it is frightening, sometimes scary to think about what the future holds, I also know the One Who holds that future.  I just need to remember that He’s already in that future.  There is really no reason for me to be frightened. 

But I still don’t want to lose my Daddy.

 

 

Daddy has this tattoo that commemorates the outfit he was in in Viet Nam…the 196th Light Infantry Brigade.  Then on top of that insignia is a three-nail cross, which represents the three nails that pierced Jesus’ hands and feet…the cross covers the insignia…the sin…the guilt…The Cross brought Freedom to Daddy at the moment of his salvation. 

Seester and I decided to honor Daddy by getting that same three-nail cross tattoo on our wrists.  It’s an awesome tattoo and we are very grateful for the man who honored our Daddy by doing these tattoo’s for free.  Thanks Jayme!  You Rock!

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We’re Moving!

Well, after 10 and a half years in a house that we knew we wouldn’t live in forever, we finally found “the one”.  The home we will live in til we meet Jesus!  Our “forever home”. 

Right across the road from this new home is where we have always planned to build someday.  The hubby and I had talked about that since we were dating…waaaaaay back when.  But then the dreaded bypass happened.  The lot was plowed over to make more farm ground.  We thought our dream would have to be somewhere else.  This area is almost directly between my parents in the Ville and hubby’s parents 1.5 miles away.  Closer to our church, which is where I work.  Closer to the school that the kiddos attend.  And the hubby can just hop right on the bypass to drive to work!  It’s just where we want to land.

We’re super excited about making this house our home.  I’ve been dreaming, planning, hoping and wishing about all the things we want to do…actually, all that really involves is painting.  The house is really just that great for us!

Here’s the link to the realty page of the house.

http://www.thehardiegroup.com/details.php?mls_no=77073033&office_id=1134&id=4

 

And so it begins…

I’ve been thinking of starting a blog for quite some time.  I just couldn’t think of a way to justify it.  Why should I blog?  What would I say?  What could I say?  Would anyone care?  Then I decided that I do have something to say.  I have family literally on the other side of the world.  At the moment, my sister and her family live in Panama, my brother and his family live in Vanuatu, and my son is serving our country in Afghanistan.  This can be a great way to keep them updated about all that happens in our lives.

So, here goes.  I titled this blog, “My Flourishing Family” because my favorite verse in the Bible is Psalm 92:12, “The righteous will flourish like a palm tree.”  No, we’re not perfect, but we strive to live our lives in such a way that our Lord will be glorified and in return, we will flourish.

There you have it.

And here we go!