Saturday, February 23, 2013

Here Comes the Boom

Today's post is short, sweet, and light-hearted. I am trying to make more time for my family and lessen the distractions of the world. I am hoping this will allow me to create more quality writing and focus on what is most important: God and family.
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My husband and I don't get out much. So our typical "date night" includes a Redbox movie at home. We recently rented the movie Here Comes the Boom.

It features actors Kevin James and Henry Winkler as well as actress Salma Hayek, among others.  Overall, it was a good movie with a good message. 

***It does have mildly inappropriate scenes (some language, sexuality) and the somewhat violent MMA fighting itself. I would say, as a parent, watch it first before showing it to your children, so you can decide if you deem it appropriate for them. I probably wouldn't show it to anyone younger than 13.***

The movie conveyed an overall focus on friendship, sacrifice,  and fighting for what is important. I was pleasantly surprised when in one scene a character references a bible verse in Genesis 32 He also goes on to explain the story of Jacob wrestling with God found in Genesis 32. 

The characters pray before their meal and also before the big fight. This example was great to have in a mainstream movie.

Upon further research I discovered that Kevin James stated in an interview with Plugged In that the overall message of the movie could be summarized by:

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.
John 15:13 NIV

I love love love it when Christianity makes it's way into mainstream movies. Planting seeds in those who are watching.

God is alive and well and we cannot avoid him. So watch out people because here comes the boom!

Bittersweet Night

During the days leading up,
I am filled with excitement.
Finally some time alone.
As a married couple.
Away from the kids.
I love my children.
But I can't wait to drop them off.

As we pull up to my mother-in-laws house,
I get nervous.
I trust her. She will do a great job.
But it is my first time.
Without my tiny babe.
I have slept with him next to me or in my arms since the day of his birth.

119 days.

As we walk out the door,
We leave them behind
I  miss them immediately.
I felt like a part of me is missing.
Like some extra appendages have just been removed.
But I trudge on.

Leaving them behind.

I am able to enjoy my night.
With my husband.
We enjoy a nice dinner,
Each others company.
It is like old times.
We laugh.
We love.

Then we get home.

To this empty shell of a home.
Empty of those little souls that tend to fill it with meaning, purpose, and life.

I cry.

I miss them even more.
I go to bed.
I clutch clothing they have worn.
All night.
Hold tight like my entire life depends on it.
Hold tight to the tiny pieces of cloth.
Close enough so I can breathe in their scent.
Close my eyes and believe they are there with me.

I dream of them this night.
Dream they are with me.
It is a day like any other.

Filled with Laughter.
Filled with Love.

***Obviously Luke had the same idea. I found him cuddling Caleb's pajamas :-)

Friday, February 22, 2013

El Cuento de un Cubano (The Tale of a Cuban Man)

Long ago in Cuba, a man named Manuel Hernandez married a woman named Aurora Aleman. Together on their farm  they raised eight children. Aurora took her last breath only three months after Manuel's death, so some might say she died of a broken heart.

The eldest son, Joaquin, who early in life had to drop out of seventh grade to help work the farm with his family was left to take care of his brothers and sisters after his parents passing. He even postponed plans for marriage until his youngest sister was grown. Despite his delay in education, he grew up with a thirst for knowledge and promised himself that his children would go to college.

Joaquin met and fell in love with Adela Castillo whose parents were Cecilio Castillo and Augustina Perez. Adela gave birth to their three children, Fermin, Cira, and Abilio.

When it came time for Joaquin's children to go to school, he sold the farm and ventured into the trucking business. World War II had just ended and many army trucks were sold to civilians. He purchased a surplus dump truck and planned on transporting materials for a new highway that was being built. However, Joaquin did not know how to drive as he had been transporting cane sugar via the traditional ox and cart. He resolved this problem by hiring a truck driver. The first of many steps on his perilous road in developing his business.

Joaquin's lack of knowledge of the business world and the unpredictable economic situation after WWII caused the failure of the business. Nevertheless, his family was off the farm and living in a town. His children could go to school and he finally knew how to drive a truck.  He found a job at a  manufacturing plant in one of the bigger towns where his children could be provided an education.

The towns educational system was good but only provided up to a ninth grade level. The children excelled in their education because Joaquin kept in close contact with the teachers.

The year before all the children had completed high school, the Castro Revolution had taken over the country. The educational system was in shambles. However, Joaquin arranged for private tutors to help the children complete their high school.

Soon Joaquin and Adela's youngest son, Abilio had decided that he could no longer live in Cuba under the repressive regime. Castro had abolished the freedom of religion, expression, and choice in education. After years of trying to migrate, Divine Providence had directed Archbishop Thomas Clavel to respond to a letter Abilio wrote, asking for a Visa. Years later, after his exile to the United States in the diocese of Orange, Archbishop Clavel was again placed into Abilio's life and baptized Abilio's fourth child, Alex.

It was February 1962 when Abilio arrived in Panama. Attending the local University was marred by his work schedule and he abandoned the idea of pursuing his education for the time being. October of 1962 brought the confrontation between Kennedy, the President of the United States, and Khrushchev, the communist leader of Russia. These were terrifying days for Abilio since the soviet missiles were pointed directly at Panama, to blow up the canal. The reality of a nuclear holocaust was an imminent threat. However, the crisis, at last, resolved and Abilio made plans to leave for New York.

Prior to leaving Panama, Abilio worried about leaving to New York with barely any money, but again Divine Providence had ordained for him some relief. While picking up a pair of wool pants for winter at the tailor's shop, a young boy accosted him to buy lottery tickets, as he had not been able to sell any that day for the drawing later on that evening. Abilio, who had not bought a single ticket during his year in Panama, took pity on the boy and bought ten tickets, which netted him $800 that night. Meanwhile, a friend from the church that Abilio attended had heard that he was going to move to New York and asked her neighbor, who was the owner of a Costa Rican airline, for a plane ticket to New York, which he gladly provided free of charge. Abilio's worries were over for now but he was arriving during the winter with a high unemployment rate in New York and he didn't speak any English.

Fortunately, he had enough money to last him for several months and he soon found employment working in a sheet metal factory, despite it being very difficult work. When summer came, he found a job at Guy Lombardo, the famous band player's restaurant. At the restaurant, he washed dishes, which was relatively easier than his job working sheet metal.

September came and Abilio registered at Nassau Community College as a chemistry major. Yet, before the semester ended, he was drafted to the United States Army. He received his draft notice the day President Kennedy was assassinated while the Vietnam War was heating up. Abilio was sent to Germany to serve as Chaplain's Assistant to the VII Corps. After basic training, he spent 18 months in Germany and 6 months in the United States. All of this represented more delay in his education, but his father's words resonated in his mind, "They can strip you of your property, but they can never strip you of your knowledge and education."

Although somewhat discouraged by another delay in his college education, he embraced the army life with enthusiasm, which earned him a good conduct medal and one for being an expert shooter with an M-16 assault rifle. After returning from the service he returned to Nassau Community College. Now fluent in English, he could excel in his education. He received an associates degree in chemistry at Nassau and went on to Adelphi University, where he completed a bachelor's degree in biology.

He applied and was accepted to four medical schools, finally selecting University of California, Irvine. His childhood dream of becoming a doctor was finally being reached. In December 14, 1973 he received his Doctor of Medicine degree from the University of California, Irvine, College of Medicine. He went on to specialize in adult and child psychiatry. Abilio became board certified in these specialties and also in addiction medicine. Joaquin, who had migrated to the United States in 1969 with Adela, was able to watch his dream for his children's education become a reality for Abilio, as they were for his two older siblings.

I am so proud to call this man my father.

I am so grateful God placed you in my life. I love you dad! Happy Birthday!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A Thin Line: My Struggle with Body-Image

Society today puts pressure on people to look a certain way. As a woman, I feel this pressure as if I were swimming at the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

The Hollywood Angelina's of the world only make these matters worse. These morbidly thin women create unrealistic expectations of what women should look like.

During my teen years I battled with demons named anorexia and bulimia. I was supposed to be cheerleader, honor student-perfect. At five feet tall, 98 pounds wasn't cutting it for me.  The starving, skeletal images in my high school history unit created envy in my fractured mind.

On a visit home from college, my brother gasped as a spectre of my former-self stepped off the plane.
I looked like bones, he said.

I continued to struggle with the person I saw in the mirror well into my twenties. Not settling into myself until well after meeting my husband. He made me feel comfortable with me. With him I not only found a new love of my self but also of cooking. Food became life-sustaining and enjoyable. Not the enemy I once thought it to be.

While pregnant with my first child I faced these negative voices again. I was battling between enjoying being part of creating the miracle of life inside me and the struggle of watching my weight climb. Despite the rational knowledge that this number did not matter, it was difficult to watch the scale.

Also difficult was hearing others comments. It's amazing what can spout from the mouth without use of the brain. How it can cut like a knife, to the core of insecurities.

Are you sure you're only having one?

Wow, youre so big!

I didn't know you could get any bigger, but you are!

I kept reassuring myself
they didn't mean what they said.

Reminding myself I was growing a life, creating a soul. Weight gain for the greater good.

My second pregnancy brought the same insecurities.  Same negative voice telling me I wasn't good enough.

Honestly, I still struggle with drowning these nasty voices out. After giving birth to my second child and the weight doesn't just melt off.

I am aware of these demons and their existence around me. I see women and young girls everyday who are also battling these same demons. The media with its images of perfection tends to only feed these body image issues.

But I know there is a big difference between trying to losing weight and being healthy. A wise man shares these seeds of wisdom with me. There is a fine line between healthy and unhealthy weight loss.

Yet, so easily women cross this line.
Grown women resembling pre-adolescents, remind me of a younger, more troubled me.
Dying to be thin.

I still try to ignore the voices, the jealousy...
they are thinner than me

Then I hear a larger voice, God's voice...
but at what cost?

We are designed in His image.
Why would we want to destroy that?

He sacrificed and died giving His body for us.
Don't sacrifice that attaining a body to DIE for.

Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20 NIV

Monday, February 18, 2013

Dirty Love


When mama is sick the house tends to get a little dirtier than normal.

I used to be a very obsessively clean and organized person. Dirty dishes and unfolded laundry caused me anxiety.

Having children has helped me let go of a lot of the need to control every little thing. I learned that I can't control everything and everyone is a lot happier when I let little things go. 

As I scraped and scrubbed the dirt and "who knows what" off the shoes from our romp in the park this morning I came to realize...

Memories are made in the muck.

Sometimes getting dirty can be fun.  Children don't care how clean and tidy the house is. Having a dirty house and happy kids is well worth it!

Isaac won't recall this past weekend if all his clothes were cleaned and the laundry was put away. They weren't.

He will remember how sopping wet he was and how he didn't stop spraying with the garden hose until the amount of liquid dripping from mommy matched his. 

Isaac won't remember how organized and tidy the house was today. It wasn't.

He will remember the park day with his friends, chasing the ducks and birds, watching them take off into the air and water trying to escape his capture.

God is the same way.

He doesn't care how clean my house is. He doesn't care if the dishes get done right away, if the vacuuming gets done daily, weekly or monthly. He only cares that I do well the job he gave me.

God employed me with taking care of these little souls.

Not in hopes that I would keep an immaculate house but that I would help bring them up with love and laughter and memories.

I believe God blesses this,

Our Dirty Love.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Fruits of the Spirit

Sometimes parenting a two year old feels like no more than a series of disciplinary actions/words.

So this is what God must have felt like all my life.

Stop!

No, don't do that.

Put that down.

Don't touch that!

Right now we are in the process of trying to teach our oldest son to think before he acts as well as the difference between good decisions and bad decisions.

I sometimes forget to do this myself but really feel I am improving daily. I hope!

The fruit of the Spirit encompasses several characteristics that I would love to embody and also teach my children.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Galatians 5:22-23 NIV

We as parents hope to learn and practice the fruits of the Spirit and in turn teach our children these as well. The best way is by example.
Kids love to imitate others.

It is important to note that when trying to grow fruit there are numerous steps:

*Ready the soil
*Plant the seed
*Nourish the seed
*Wait, wait, wait for growth

Once a plant grows from the ground it takes time to grow fruit. It doesn't happen over night.

So it is true with fruit of the Spirit.
Seeds are planted, nourished, and then the waiting and growth begins.
I believe growth in these areas can and should be a lifelong process.

We are never completely done growing and there is always room for improvement.

I know I for one could use improvement in patience and self-control, just to name a couple!

The key is to not give up whenever we mess up in one area or another.
Have Grace with myself and my children.

Afterall, we are all learning!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Are You Sick Too?

Countless coughs and sneezes
10 days of illness (and counting)
8 boxes of tissue
5 trips to the doctor
3 bottles of antibiotics
2 trips to the hospital
2 sick boys
1 sick mama

I think we've finally turned the corner.
We're on the road to recovery.
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I am glad God loves me icky-stuff and all.

God loves me in my "sickness", my brokenness, my sinfulness.

One woman I worked with once apologized for her language after finding out I went to church. I told her I wasn't perfect either and that was exactly WHY I needed church.

Many people I have encountered believe Christianity is only for the perfect. I even believed this too, in the past. I saw all the sinners among the Christians and thought they were hypocrites. I didn't get it.

God isn't just for the perfect, sinnless people in this world.

He is here for the broken, the sick.

On hearing this, Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.  But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
Matthew 9:12-13 NIV

Perfect people don't go to church.

No one is perfect but the Lord Himself.

We are all sick. All broken.

We are all in need of a Savior.

I still have a long way to go and will always be sinful and never be perfect. But I am so glad I decided to turn that corner and made it on the road to recovery of my soul. And that I have the best physician in the universe.

My Lord, my Savior, Jesus.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Confessions of a Prodigal Son

Sally Clarkson is the amazing author of the blog I Take Joy and co-uthor of Desperate. She is such a great model of a loving mother in supporting her children's endeavors.

Her son Nathan is an actor, blog author and an aspiring film-maker. He recently helped out on the film A Dolphin Tale. Nathan has great moral character and wishes to create a Christian film based on the biblical prodigal son.

The story of the Prodigal Son is very dear to my heart as it parallels with my own journey.
Plus, I am all for more Christian films. Spreading God's word is like planting seeds and a great work to be done in this world.

Nathan needs funds in order to create his masterpiece. You can watch the movie trailer and make a donation here.

For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
Luke 15:24 NIV

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Bliss in a Cup

Our whole family has been sick lately. Well, when I don't feel well I want some comfort food. What better comfort food than chocolate, right?

So, if you haven't discovered the Mug Brownie yet then this is going to ROCK YOUR WORLD!

Well, it rocked mine anyway!

Here is what you need:

1 coffee mug
4 Tablespoons of flour
4 Tablespoons of sugar
2 Tablespoons of cocoa powder
2 Tablespoons of oil
2 Tablespoons of water
Dash of salt.

Place all ingredients in the mug.
Stir well.
Place in microwave on High for 1 & 1/2  minutes. (Cooking times may vary)

Eat...and be sent to nirvana!

It is already dairy-free but you can  modify it according to your needs. Decrease the sugar, use sugar substitute, or use whole wheat flour.  For mine, I used Pamela's Gluten-Free Pancake & Baking Mix instead of regular flour.

I made one of these for myself, my husband and our eldest son this afternoon. It immediately made us feel much better.

Still sick...but happy for sure!

***add ice cream on top after cooking for extra yumminess!***

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Just Breathe

Only one way to breathe?

I listen to him breathe.
He lays next to me.
Close enough to hear every breath.

And it comes.

What I have been fearing.

A faint growl like a lion.
A rattle like a serpent.
It grows louder, stronger with every breathe, until....
Coughing, choking.
He yawns.

A yawn.

For us a symbol of our weary mind and body.
For him a lifesaving breath.

The pattern continues until his one passage way,
His one way to breathe.
Is clear.
Clear enough.
To breathe.

I thank God for that yawn.
That breath.
That saving Grace.

God gave us both nose and mouth.
For what purpose?
To smell.
To eat.

To breathe.

He gave us two ways to breathe.

Two ways to live.

Should one stop,
we have the other.

Because He knew.
He knew there would be viruses and bacteria and all the yucky stuff.

He knew we would need another.
Another way to breathe.
When we had no other choice.

But what about this tiny creature.
Now in my arms.
My obligate nose breather.
So the doctor says.

Babies only have one way.
One way to breathe.
One way To live.

But God created the yawn.
So overlooked.
So mundane.
So lifesaving.

So this babe with a stuffy nose might be able to breathe.
To live.

To sleep again.

Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
Genesis 2:7 NIV

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Littlest Souls

The past two years I have participated in my local March for Babies.

For those of you who are not familiar with this, it is a 5 mile walk in order to raise funds for the March of Dimes.

The March of Dimes is an organization that works to improve the health and well-being of both mothers and babies.

Every day, thousands of babies are born too soon, too small and often very sick. I'm walking in March for Babies because I want to do something about this.

Here is what you can do!

Find a walk near you and March for the babies too!

Please support my walk. Making a secure donation is easy: just click the 'donate now' button on this page. Thank you for helping me give all babies a healthy start! Contributing online is fast, easy and secure.

Donate now on my personal page!

I am a member of a special team of people who care about the health of America’s babies. I am asking you to join our fundraising efforts today by sponsoring my event.

Donate now on my Team Page!

Thank you so much!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Sick boy...

Being a mom means wishing you could take on all the pain, sadness, and sickness from your child so they would never have to endure it.

It gives me the tiniest glimpse into Jesus willingness to suffer for our own good.

Thank you Lord for your amazing sacrifice. I will never fully comprehend the depths to which you went to heal my broken soul.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Handle With Care

I don't know about you but sometimes I forget that my marriage still needs nurturing.

I can get so caught up in the day-to-day that I forget about my wedding vows.  Some days my poor husband takes a back seat to my other responsibilties around the house.  I am trying to be more sensitive to this and make an effort to change it.

There are some very simple ways to do so:
Kiss, Tell, Listen & Pray.

Everyone knows that men are very physical creatures. That being so it is very important we as wives show them love in that way.  Whether it is a kiss, an embrace, a neck rub, or some private time together, he will definitely appreciate the advances.

Another way to show your man you appreciate him is by telling him. Write him a sweet message via text, facebook, or post-it. Mark up the bathroom mirror in lipstick or soap. Send him a hand-written love letter or simply talk to him about how much you love him.  Letting him know you appreciate his hard work can lift him up and give him the strength and courage of a thousand men.

Women aren't the only ones who like to talk. It is important to anyone and everyone that they be heard. Being a good listener does not come naturally, just ask any 2 year old! Listening well takes a lot of practice and I am still learning, to be quite honest. I do know for a fact that my husband truly loves when I listen to him. When he comes home from hard day of work and has to vent, he turns to me. Putting away all the distractions and listening intently shows that I care.

Lastly, a marriage takes three participants: husband, wife, and God. Be sure to invite God into your marriage daily. Pray for your marriage and your husband. When you need help in marriage, in life...pray.

Join me in the romance challenge!

Try to show your husband some love this Valentine season. Plant a seed and watch it grow.

...Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. ”
Matthew 17:20 NIV

Friday, February 1, 2013

Playing Nurse

Today I am taking on one of the many roles that is required of a mother.

Nurse.

My eldest son is sick with a bad cough as of yesterday.

Last night, at about 2am after taking his temperature, and discovering his low grade fever had returned, I went into his room to give him another dose of acetaminophen.

He immediately started chattering away.

Mommy, look at this!
Mommy, look cool car sticker!
Mommy, look tower!
Mommy, look beach ball!
Mommy, look soccer ball!

All this peppered with coughing and smiling.

He was so excited to show me everything in his room as if it was my first visit there.

It is times like this mothering at 2am is easy.

Instead, we were like young children among you. Just as a nursing mother cares for her children, so we cared for you. Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well.
1 Thessalonians 2:7-8 NIV