tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55018699833802615262024-03-04T23:38:00.220-06:00Perfume, Kisses, and TearsLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-2707222921332628262014-03-15T14:32:00.002-05:002014-03-15T14:32:35.229-05:0011 Reasons I Adore My Man<div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
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<br /><b><i>1. He loves God more than he loves me. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>3. He is an exceptional daddy. Always including Sean is sweet.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>5. He's the world's best gift giver.</i></b></div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-17128595052253517362014-01-15T12:03:00.001-06:002014-01-15T12:03:05.967-06:00Dishwasher Soap Version 2.0<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I started my DIY dishwasher soap making adventure with this recipe<a href='http://perfumekissesandtears.blogspot.com/2012/03/homemade-dishwashing-soap.html?m=1'>link text </a><br/>
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Pretty awesome working power and simple. But, I like to try new things, so I found this one<a href='http://www.louises-country-closet.com/2013/03/homemade-dishwasher-detergent-cubes.html?m=1'>link text</a>.<br/>
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I liked that I could cube it and throw it in the compartment without measuring.<br/>
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But, I did not like the white film it was leaving on my dishes! It may work great for some, but not for my dishwasher, who is a teenager and quite sassy...not so much. <br/>
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She <i>is</i>15 years old. <br/>
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So, I kept searching.<br/>
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Then, I found the most absolute perfect one<a href='http://www.onegoodthingbyjillee.com/2012/03/homemade-dishwasher-soap-not-detergent.html'>Link text</a> for my sassy teenager. Dish soap, Sun oxygen powder, and vinegar. That's it. <br/>
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Results?<br/>
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Love.<br/>
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No white stuff!! No extra suds to ruin dishwasher. Literally squeaky clean <b>and</b> only 3 ingredients! Score!<br/>
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This was a pretty amazing recipe. Even better than my original.<br/>
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But, I loved the idea of chunking a cube in rather than measuring each time!<br/>
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So, I took the concept of the cube recipe, only I used the ingredients from the rockin' good 3-ingredient recipe.<br/>
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Guess what? <br/>
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It worked!<br/>
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I won't be switching for a while!<br/>
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Here's how I did it:<br/>
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I mixed 1/2 cup of original blue dish soap and 1 cup of Sun "oxiclean". <br/>
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Kinda cool experiment, actually. The reaction of the 2 mixing created heat. Yep, my mixing bowl was hot! <br/>
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Then, I got my ice cube trays....yep ...those again...and made what would be equivalent to the single servings of dish soap and sun. It made 48 itty bitty cubes.<br/>
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I let 'em dry overnight, then popped them right out on the counter and added them to my trusty container. <br/>
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I put one of those in the dispenser, and place a bowl on the top rack right side up with 1/2 cup of vinegar. My rinse agent dispenser is moody. Remember, she's a teenager. ;) So, this works very well. <br/>
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And much like a typical teenager, she adapted well to the change and loved the new adventure.<br/>
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Per batch, I spent about $ .86. Divide that by 48 and that's 1.8¢ per load. That's vinegar included, y'all!!<br/>
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I buy my dish soap and Sun Oxygen cleaner at WM, and my vinegar at Sam's. That's where the prices came from. <br/>
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Super-duper impressed with this find. <br/>
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Happy washing and saving!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-24968452497480214412014-01-15T00:08:00.001-06:002014-01-15T00:08:49.023-06:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkt2LYLbli8GBqvicMSmpuFr0SFusiS7YA3uJBYksEj0T9guP-4myh_WuJtYoZGt_kygAU-N0wqnYSiB6frGpbqcW66_v_AjXVf26Xr_ROAFN0xhUdmJ6E-gDbyt187MnzE_ctMad0kHI/s2560/1389765571365.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkt2LYLbli8GBqvicMSmpuFr0SFusiS7YA3uJBYksEj0T9guP-4myh_WuJtYoZGt_kygAU-N0wqnYSiB6frGpbqcW66_v_AjXVf26Xr_ROAFN0xhUdmJ6E-gDbyt187MnzE_ctMad0kHI/s288/1389765571365.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 288px;'/></a><br/>
If you've known me for any amount of time, you know I'm very frugal and an avid DIY'er. <br/>
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Is "DIY'er" a word? Well, it is now.<br/>
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So, with my two older daughters, I really didn't know much about making my own baby food, but I didn't like how much I was spending. After my second daughter was too old for baby food, I found many of my friends were doing this very crunchy granola thing.....making their own baby food! <br/>
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So, I decided then and there that if there were any more children in store for us, I would definitely do this. There were. ;) So, I did.<br/>
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I've made some cereals with success, so I wanted to share a few fruits and veggies that I made today. I plan to get Ruth Yaron's, "Super Baby Food" cookbook, but I haven't managed to pick it up yet.<br/>
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This process was very easy, cost effective, and not too time consuming.<br/>
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After I washed both the apples and green beans, and peeled the apples, I started by steaming the chopped up apples and green beans for about 20-30 minutes.<br/>
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The green beans went straight into the food processor.<br/>
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Nice and baby-foodish<br/>
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Now, on to the ice cube trays. 3 of these cubes yield about 2 oz(1/4 cup)<br/>
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I did the same with my bananas and apples.<br/>
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Once the cubes were frozen, I popped them out, and put them in freezer bags.<br/>
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Next time, I will make more and devote some more time so I can save time later. We are just testing everything now for our boys' tolerance. I love the idea of it being inexpensive and so healthy!! We would spend a minimum of $5 per day on baby food if I didn't make it myself. That's $150 a month folks. And that's just Stage 1 food! So, I feel really good about doing this. Plus, it's fun for me! <br/>
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It's kid tested...mother approved. ;)<br/>
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He thinks so!<br/>
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And he says...."After my nap, mom. After my nap."<br/>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">November 30th didn't feel any different than November 29th. I'm not sure why I expected it to. I guess the anticipation of this day set me up to believe it would feel differently.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See, November 30th was the day that we expected to meet and hold our sweet baby we lost back in April.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We named him Sean.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Feel free to read more about our journey <a href="http://www.perfumekissesandtears.blogspot.com/2012_06_01_archive.html"><b>here</b></a> and <a href="http://www.perfumekissesandtears.blogspot.com/2012_10_01_archive.html"><b>here</b></a>.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We started off the day by taking our girls to the zoo. Here are some pictures of us hanging out!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I love my family!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">These girls light up my life and keep me laughing all day</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Roger took the day off, to which I was very thankful. We wanted the day to be a celebration. Later that evening, Roger and I spent some time alone. We had Knotty Pine BBQ for dinner, which was fantastic! Later, we went to Garden Ridge.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We sound really old.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Garden Ridge seems to be part of <i>every</i> date night, for some reason! Anyone else love that place?!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hmmm....Anyway, we actually went in with a mission this time. We wanted to find a stocking for Sean. Our mantle just didn't seem complete without a stocking for him. We searched up and down the aisle trying to find the perfect one. Finally, we found it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I held it close to my heart and walked through the store with it over my shoulder. About 15 minutes later, I went ahead and laid it down in the buggy. I just wished it could be him I was snuggling instead. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We also picked out an ornament for him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After Garden Ridge, we went to Starbucks ...mmmm...can I get an Amen? While we sipped our coffee, we took a stroll through Kohl's. While we were there, we picked out the girls' Christmas dresses, an Advent Gingerbread House(we've wanted one since Mckyla was born), and 3 little two-foot trees. A purple one for Mckyla, a pink one for Abby, and a silver one for Sean. Here is Mckyla with their trees. Abby was far too busy to take a picture. Yes, much too busy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And here is Sean's tree. It sits at our fireplace and I love looking at it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Though some may find it depressing to constantly be reminded of the loss, I find it incredibly healing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sean is my child. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He may not live with me, but he will always be my child. His days were written in God's book before one of them came to be. Those days were all spent in my womb, and I am honored that I got to carry him...that God chose <i><b>me</b></i> to be his mommy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, where am I now? Emotionally? With my thoughts?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am in a pretty good place. Since I lost Sean, I started going to M.E.N.D.(Mommies Enduring Neonatal Death) meetings. It is an incredible ministry. We meet monthly and encourage one another through our losses. There are women there from all stages of loss. Some babies lived a couple of months, days, hours, minutes, some babies were stillborn, and some were lost as a result of miscarriage. Notice, I classified the different types of loss? This does<b> not </b>happen at MEND. Can I tell you, I have never had my loss minimized by these women. In fact, it is a guideline that is read before each meeting. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just before Roger's dad, John, arrived, I discovered something very wrong. I had been feeling crummy all day, but was still hopeful. We knew<b> <a href="http://www.perfumekissesandtears.blogspot.com/2012/06/life-worth-acknowledging.html">this</a></b> was a possibility. Still, nothing could have ever prepared me for the panic and despair I felt in that moment. I was bleeding....a lot. It was obvious something was wrong. I immediately called my doctor. The doctor on call was kind and told me that I was likely miscarrying, to call the office in the morning, and that she was very sorry that this was happening to me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went to bed that night knowing my baby no longer lived inside of the protection of my womb. I called my doctor first thing that morning. My friend, Stephanie, kept my girls for me while Roger and I went to the doctor. At this point, no one knew except John and Stephanie. I couldn't even tell my mom because it all happened on her birthday.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We got to the doctor and our worst fear was confirmed. There was no baby, only the sac he lived in. Our hearts sank. We left and started letting family and friends know what was going on. I picked up the girls from Steph's house and went home to start my new life without our baby being part of it. Little did I know just how much his life would still be intricately woven into ours. I went into what was going to be his nursery and just cried, knowing he would never sleep in that crib, or wake us up at night to be changed and nursed. It took a good long while before we named him. You see, it was too early to tell what gender our baby was. We felt from the beginning that it was a little boy. Maybe that was because we had 2 little girls already...who knows?! We finally decided to name him Sean.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His name means, "God is gracious" and "He will laugh". I find this amazing because we picked out this boy name in case Mckyla or Abby were little boys. We just weren't sure if we wanted to choose a different name that was more fitting for how short his life was. But, you know, his name means something pretty significant. God was and is gracious for allowing Sean to be part of our lives, no matter how short his life was. I think about Abraham and Isaac in the Bible. Isaac was the promised son of Abraham and Sarah. They were very old and well past child-bearing years to our standard. When they found out Sarah was pregnant, she laughed because she thought her pregnancy window was closed! I probably would too! But, what is important about this part of the story is Abraham trusted God and dedicated his son Isaac to God's service. God provided a ram, and Abraham did not have to literally sacrifice Isaac. The most significant thing is that he dedicated his son's life to the Lord. We dedicated Sean's life to the Lord as soon as we found out I was pregnant with him. It is no accident that Isaac was in his name. We dedicate our lives to bring God glory.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even when I see his name I long for him to just be in my arms. If he made it to my scheduled c-section date, he would be here on November 30th of this year. Crazy...in one month, I would be holding a healthy baby (boy) in my arms. But, God had different plans, and while I don't like this part of His plan, and while I wish I could hold him, I trust His plan. I can already see countless ways Sean's life has influenced other's lives. His days here counted and mattered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today, I celebrate Abby. She is my spunky and quite sassy 3 year old! Here is a picture of her that captures her essence....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She was born on August 28, 2009. 3 years ago today!! I was scheduled for a c-section the following Monday, but she decided she was ready early. So, early and unexpected it was! I delivered a healthy baby girl...6 lbs 10oz, 19 inches long. I soaked her in. Her newness was intoxicating. </span> </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">How can I not think about him on a day like today? Reliving my daughter's birthday. The memories are so vivid. At almost 4 months out, some have encouraged me, sometimes rather forcefully, to "move on". I didn't imagine I would be thinking about baby #3 so much today. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But...I was wrong.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I still think about him. What would his weight have been? How long would he be? What color would his eyes be? His hair? Would he have my fingers or Roger's toes? Would he respond to my voice, my touch? Would Roger cry as he held his newest baby?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And that's ok for me to do that. It's ok for me to long for the baby I never held in my arms. I will <i>never</i> be the same. I will <i>never</i> think the same. I am forever changed. I <i>will </i>move forward, because he is <i>in</i> my future. I get to see him again. It just may not be on the timeline some think it should be. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how I told Roger he was a daddy to 3. The sausage roll bag says,<br />
"If I'm going to get fat, so are you. Congrats Dad to THREE!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls were equally excited...they celebrated with donuts.</td></tr>
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We planned to announce that week that we were having a new addition to the Howell home. Childcare did not work out for our girls, so we just brought them with us to my appointment. How fun to see their baby brother or sister on TV! We made the most of it. They called my name and we headed back for the room. The sonographer asked me the normal questions..."When was the first day of your last period? How far along do you think you are?" I answered all of her questions. She began the ultrasound and looked a little puzzled. She said, "Are you sure about your calculations?" I said, "Yes, I'm positive." <br />
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You see, we were actually <i>planning</i> for this baby, so I knew all of the dates like the back of my hand! I had been through pregnancy twice before and was experiencing the exact same symptoms as my previous pregnancies. She then said, "Well, maybe your calculations are off. Your baby is only measuring at 5 weeks." "Gestational?" I said.<br />
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There is a difference. <br />
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For those unfamiliar with that term, gestational, it counts your cycle before the baby is actually conceived. Most doctors go by that protocol, though not all do. My thought was, <i>if it's not gestational, then I'm good....the baby is technically only 5 weeks old, so everything is ok</i>.<br />
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She answered quietly, "Yes." <br />
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My mind immediately started worrying. I knew without a doubt I was 7 weeks gestationally. There should be no reason the baby wasn't measuring right, <i>if </i>everything was ok. I told myself to chill out and just wait for the heartbeat. Our sonographer said, "Now, don't worry, if the baby is truly 5 weeks, this heartbeat is normal." So, I watched my baby's heart beat very slowly. I asked her, "What is the heart rate?" "70.", she said. I looked over at Roger and he continued staring at the screen.<br />
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Then, I heard its little heart beating. <br />
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It was not the quick, healthy sounding heartbeat I was expecting.<br />
It was slower than mine. My heart broke.<br />
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I still remained hopeful...well, let's see what Dr. Beal says about this. He will just tell me that my baby is petite and has some catching up to do. Nothing could really be wrong with my baby. The whole family took the elevator up to the 8th floor to my doctor's office. I was called back and then explained everything to my nurse, Sylvia. She couldn't even take a reading on my blood pressure because I was literally falling apart as I told her something could be wrong with our baby. She said, "We'll worry about taking your blood pressure later. I'll go get Dr. Beal."<br />
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I sat and waited....<br />
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Shaking<br />
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Crying<br />
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Stressing<br />
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Roger looked at me and said, "You are no good to yourself <i>or</i> the baby if you don't calm down."<br />
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He was right.<br />
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Meanwhile, he was managing our then, wild acting kids. It was obvious they sensed we weren't in good spirits. Mckyla came over to me and asked me what was wrong. I just said, "Mommy will be ok. I'm just sad right now." She stepped up on the exam table step and just leaned into me so that she could hug and comfort me. Of course,<br />
I cried some more...<br />
About that time, Dr. Beal knocked on the door. He came in with a somber face...usually, he is grinning ear to ear. He came right to me and gave me a big hug and said, "You're having a rough day, aren't ya, girl?" He gave Roger a hug as well. He stood across from me and started explaining what the plan was and what we could expect. He said, "I want you to come back next week to do another ultrasound. By next week, that heart rate should definitely be at least 100. Let's just assume your calculations are off, ok, if that's the case, we will just adjust your due date."<br />
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"And if it's under 100?" I asked. <br />
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"Then, you will likely miscarry."<br />
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He continued on by saying how sorry he was and how much it sucked. Yes, my doctor said, "It sucks."<br />
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I like him.<br />
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He assured me that he was available to me if I needed him, told me what to look out for over the next week, and told us we could go. He gave Roger and I another hug and left.<br />
I got ready and composed myself...really, I looked like a wreck. Red, splotchy face, and a bright red nose like my momma when we cry.<br />
The receptionist was so sweet. She could obviously tell I was upset. She encouraged me by saying she would pray for me. She said, "You have 2 beautiful girls, and I know you will have more. You hang in there, sweetheart." Well, you all know me...I'm quite "leaky", and let's just say I leaked some more.<br />
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The walk from the receptionist to the door took forever. I had to walk through a room of happy pregnant women with absolute despair on my face. We made calls and sent texts to those who knew and asked for prayer. I remained pretty much hopeless the rest of the day. I was mourning the life that hadn't even been lost. The next few days got better. I still remained realistic, but was incredibly hopeful. I began praying over my baby so earnestly, asking God to please heal my baby, to make its little heart beat faster, and to miraculously make my baby grow. I learned a lot those few days. <br />
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Looking back now, I'm very glad our girls were with us at the appointment, because that was the most they would see their baby brother or sister in this life.<br />
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We didn't make it to our next appointment. <br />
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April 30th, our sweet baby went from my womb, straight into the arms of Jesus. Sort of ironic, considering our baby was already in His Hands as He was knitting our child together. <br />
God does not make <i>any</i> knitting mistakes. The moment the baby was taken to heaven, it received a new body. Psalm 139 says that all of our days are ordained for us before one of them came to be....even those inside the womb.<br />
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Don't make any mistakes...God <i>did</i> heal our baby. He just chose to heal him in Glory...in His presence...in the perfection of Heaven.<br />
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Roger and I felt from the beginning that we were having a baby boy. So, when we refer to the baby, we do so as, 'he, him, his, etc'.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is the only picture we have of him.<br />
I cherish it.</td></tr>
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My baby never breathed fresh air, he breathed Jesus instead. <br />
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My baby never felt me hold him in my arms, he went to Jesus' arms instead.<br />
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My baby never heard my voice, the first one he heard was Jesus' voice instead.<br />
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My baby remained unnamed, yet he received a name the moment he entered God's prescence instead.<br />
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My baby didn't get to meet his momma, daddy, or his sisters here, instead, he met our family already in Heaven.<br />
-His Nana, his cousins, his aunts, his uncles, his great grandpa's and his great grandma's. <br />
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We plan to name him here, though he already has his Heaven name. We have not decided on one yet. <i>Just wait...we'll get to Heaven and lo and behold, there will be a cute girl there waiting to greet us after we went through our life believing she was a boy! ;)</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One night, I went to turn off my Scentsy, and noticed something incredible. <br />
My pregnant figurine has remained.<br />
Then, notice the figurine holding the baby.<br />
(This figurine is actually called, "Grandmother").<br />
Next, notice the picture of Roger with his momma...<br />
Do you see the beautiful picture God allowed me to see?<br />
Keta now holds my baby in Heaven.</td></tr>
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So, here we are now in June, and I am finally physically better. My body took a long time...over 6 weeks... to realize it wasn't pregnant anymore. My pregnancy hormone levels are coming back down, though they are not completely gone. Emotionally, I am still dealing with the loss of our baby. I felt I was doing better, but as it turns out, I'm really not. My girls are suffering the consequences of this. I am physically there for them, providing them shelter, food, love, protection, though I have emotionally checked out. I am trying desperately to check back in, because they need me for more than physical needs. They need my attention...they need their mom back. No other time have I felt like a failure as a mom, than right now. I know, I know....<i>I</i> am not a failure. I <i>am</i> a good mom. I won't listen to the lies of the enemy. It's just my temporary circumstances have me so invested, that it is hard to think about much else. But, I cling to My Father and His Word.<br />
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A big thank you to my friends and family who have prayed for us, called and checked on us, loved on us, held us when we cried, listened when we didn't make sense, made us meals, invited us into your homes, sent cards, helped out with our girls, helped me clean my house...the list goes on. Your service to our family has not gone un-noticed and I am forever grateful.<br />
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Though the ache will never go away and I will be forever changed, I will be more normal <i>one</i> day.<br />
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It's just not today.<br />
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Though, this is the hardest thing I have ever gone through in my life, I know God is carrying me through every step. It is undeniable! When people ask me how many children I have, I will no longer answer, "Two." I will answer, "Three. Two live with me, and one lives with Jesus." Maybe you have lost a baby. I encourage you to mourn in your own way. I don't fault you for not telling others if you don't want to. Life begins at conception, which means you are a momma at conception. You are a daddy at conception. You are a momma and daddy, even if you never got to give birth to, or hold your precious baby. Don't let anyone tell you differently. I decided before I ever lost this baby that this is a life worth acknowledging. <br />
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Bless each of you who has lost a child, whether inside the womb, or out.<br />
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<br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-9167007104437988312012-03-24T23:43:00.001-05:002012-03-24T23:49:56.445-05:00Facebook BreakFor over 2 weeks, I have fasted from Facebook. Well, to put it more bluntly, I deactivated my FB for an undetermined amount of time. There are lots of reasons people temporarily deactivate. Sickness, Tragedy, Unforeseen Circumstances, Job Interviews, Embarrassment, Fasting.... Well, the reason I stepped away for a bit is not from anything listed above. It was because it was becoming toxic to my well-being. Like poison. No, I'm not exaggerating, even though I tend to do that. ;) This is the real deal! There are a lot of things I <strike>need</strike> want to say, but I choose not to throw it out on FB, simply because if it doesn't edify and encourage others, it's pointless and useless and does more harm than good.<br />
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Now, hold on a minute...<br />
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I am NOT for fake...never has any problems...everything is perfect either! Life is brutal!! Just want to be clear. :) It can encourage others when you go through a hard time by how you get through it. <br />
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Currently, there is quite a bit of stress in several areas of my life. Can anyone relate?!<br />
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Our church is going through some changes and with a husband on staff at church, that affects us two-fold. One- It is my husband's occupation, therefore contributing to "work stress". Two- This is our church family. We love these people! Some of our dearest friends are in the trenches with us. It hurts us when they hurt.<br />
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Tragedies: Since January 2011, we have had 6 deaths of those close to us. 5 of which were family members, and 1 was one of our former students. With each death, there is a whole new grieving process. Disbelief and Isolation, Anger, Bargaining(If we had done this differently, then this wouldn't have happened), Depression, and ultimately, Acceptance.<br />
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Family stress: I hesitate to say anything in the chance I may offend some. But, in order to deal with a problem, you have to face it head on. Simply put, there is some stress from every angle of our families, Roger's side included. My side has lost 3 family members within 2 years, and learning how to do things without them has been difficult. Roger's side has lost 3 in less than a year. Not to mention cancer and sickness on both sides. Family members that are fighting for their life, right now. Just rough. Then add in the affect it has on all of us. I'm watching people I love make choices they know will harm them. I'm also watching myself struggling through it and wondering how I will handle it each day. Trust me, it's different every day. It's much like the grieving process listed above. There are days when I'm angry. Days I'm depressed. Days I am bargaining-"Maybe if I had been a better wife, sister, daughter, mom, friend, etc...these things would not be happening..."(my inner dialogue) <br />
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Then, there are those stresses we all deal with from time to time...financial, friendships, disappointing those we love and care about, personal stuggles/addictions.<br />
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What was happening with Facebook, is I would see a passive aggressive status or comment, and I would just be infuriated. If you have to choose whether you want to be passive aggressive, or just plain aggressive, I say....be aggresive. B-E aggressive! Whoa...that takes me back to my old cheerleading days! ;) But, seriously, why not handle it the way God says to? I'm sure He didn't have in mind that we should throw verses back and forth at one another in order to win an arguement or prove a point, just for OUR own satisfaction of hurting someone. For His children to be slinging hateful comments back and forth or saying things you wouldn't dare say to the person's face. I don't think that's what He had in mind. God says to handle conflict by going to the person directly(Matthew 18:15).<br />
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Yes, I know it's much easier to make a case against someone and get them on your side, than handling it directly with the person you have the issue with. Trust me, I've been there! But, the place that offers more peace is where I want to be. The way to do this, is to go to that person. You can't control how they react to it, only how you react.<br />
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Very wordy post, I know...but if I can't be candid and honest with you and myself, what's the point?<br />
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I plan on returning later this week to FB. I have dealt with some things I needed to deal with and I think I'll be a lot better off. I have learned through this that life is more than what I want to post to FB! I have started using my time in other ways. I got back to more quality time with My Savior and my family, blogging, texting or actually calling people, and, wait for it....listening to people when they talk to me rather than having the compulsion to check FB while the person is talking. True story. :) I highly recommend time away...time away where you can't get on and see what's going on! Time to live your life!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-63717859701854254642012-03-11T17:11:00.000-05:002012-03-11T17:11:25.960-05:00Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Dip...pst...it's healthy.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh my goodness, y'all... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is your mouth watering yet? I don't know about you, but when I make cookies, my favorite part is eating the cookie dough! Well, I was in luck when I found this recipe on a great <a href="http://chocolatecoveredkatie.com/">healthy dessert blog</a>. She has so many recipes I want to try! I absolutely have a sweet tooth, but I've been making healthier food choices and have started running again. Yes. It's true. So, when I found this, you have to understand how very excited I was! I can make healthy choices and still get to have some yummy sweets? The answer was, "Yes. Yes, I can." Here was my experience in making this cookie dough dip!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most importantly, I included my girls in the fun:</span><br />
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">tiny bit over 1/8 tsp baking soda</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2 tsp pure vanilla extract</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1/4 cup nut butter (You can get away with using only 3 T. If you use peanut butter, it’ll have a very-slight “pb cookie dough” taste, so if you don’t want this, you can sub oil.)</span></li>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sweetener-2/3 cup brown sugar(you can easily get away with using less. I did!)</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1/3 cup chocolate chips</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2 to 3 T oats (or flaxmeal) (You can omit, but also omit the milk if you do)</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Either way, they both tasted incredible!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, who's making some "cookie dough" this week? Not your thing? Well, Katie has tons of other choices on her <a href="http://www.chocolatecoveredkatie.com/">page</a>. You should check it out!</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-34363747848452285052012-03-10T17:57:00.000-06:002012-03-10T17:57:15.078-06:00Homemade Dishwashing Soap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you're like me, you're always looking for ways to keep a little more money in the bank to be used more efficiently. For the past year, I have made my own <a href="http://duggarfamily.com/content/duggar_recipes/30456/powdered_laundry_detergent_top_load_machine">laundry soap</a> and "<a href="http://duggarfamily.com/content/duggar_recipes/30457/inexpensive_fabric_softener_recipes">dryer sheets</a>" and have saved my family hundreds of dollars! I have been hesitant to make my own dishwasher soap because I dread the thought of having to re-wash loads for fear of the yucky white residue. Can anybody relate? So, I finally found one that works, is easy to make, and, BONUS, is economical! Oh, can I also add that it took less than 5 minutes to make??? That's a commercial break!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-56376396740493704322011-11-24T00:10:00.000-06:002011-11-24T00:10:55.546-06:00Thanksgiving- Homemade Pumpkin Pie...for beginners...aka: ME!Tonight I tried my hand at making homemade pumpkin pie. Not from the frozen magical box. Not from the canned puree. Those are yummy, but I wanted to see how my homemade pumpkin puree would work in a pie. Here's what I used:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Pour batter into pie shells.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4Q6L2h6mqO5nAd-JHtibCrKyqS5fs38jwMEsTva_QKR7MombwOGEF8Y2PWIUhGZ4LBfQXRC34L5YeF6HfhxLn9ZZgx7A8-leQBV1wb7iRZ3n6xyb0jNnojuVmThD74MXtPbsGxF3GE4/s1600/IMG_6088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4Q6L2h6mqO5nAd-JHtibCrKyqS5fs38jwMEsTva_QKR7MombwOGEF8Y2PWIUhGZ4LBfQXRC34L5YeF6HfhxLn9ZZgx7A8-leQBV1wb7iRZ3n6xyb0jNnojuVmThD74MXtPbsGxF3GE4/s320/IMG_6088.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Place pies onto a cookie sheet and bake in oven for 15 min at 425*. Lower temp to 350* and bake for an additional 40 min.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZOGIZh7Wdli2ZXJIqgyCW4ImAWdpTI1hBf6_OFJOiAnAIv_CepkND4DdMskYNNrUwuPBJe-e4OVf96H54raD2Uq0KE3R_o5J6eKKmoCmaKJ8YnrKDGLz-ydLJ3rXn5uNwUIZR73XdBU/s1600/IMG_6090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZOGIZh7Wdli2ZXJIqgyCW4ImAWdpTI1hBf6_OFJOiAnAIv_CepkND4DdMskYNNrUwuPBJe-e4OVf96H54raD2Uq0KE3R_o5J6eKKmoCmaKJ8YnrKDGLz-ydLJ3rXn5uNwUIZR73XdBU/s320/IMG_6090.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501869983380261526.post-64065395994595919902011-11-09T16:12:00.000-06:002011-11-09T16:12:01.624-06:00What's Behind a Name?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hey all! I am so excited that I am finally doing what I've wanted to do for a long time...creating a blog! :) My aim is to be real with all of my posts, no matter what I write about. So, let's start out with some honesty, shall we? Would you like to know the <i>real</i> reason that I'm just starting this blog? I wanted to give it a catchy name! Isn't that crazy?! Yes, I know, I know. I went with <i>Perfume, Kisses, and Tears</i>. At first glance, it may appear that I'm writing about a love story gone wrong. One that began with perfume and kisses and ended in tears. The opposite is actually true. A story that began with tears, then kisses, and ended with perfume is what inspired this title. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My girl, Mary, had so many things working against her. First of all, she was a woman who entered a room filled with men. Men who knew who she was, knew her past, knew her sin. Scripture says that she wept. Her tears wet Jesus' feet. She even wiped His feet with her hair. Many people reading this are going, "Gross!", especially if you understand where Jesus' feet had been. Dirt roads that were shared with animals...get the picture? He was the Son of God, but His feet still got dirty, people! So, in order for her hair to wipe His feet, that would imply that her head covering was off. This was something women simply did not do in this day and time. She then kissed His feet and poured very expensive perfume on them. How broken did she have to be to be so incredibly bold without fear of what may happen to her? Jesus later commended her for her faith. He bragged about her to the Pharisees saying that she washed His feet with her tears, while none of them offered to wash His feet when He entered the house. He also stated that none of them anointed His head with oil, but she poured expensive perfume on His feet and that none of them offered Him a kiss(much like a modern handshake/hug), yet she kissed His feet continually.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here's the thing...I am Mary. I sin. Sometimes I sin big and bring sadness to my Heavenly Father. I desire to be so broken over my sin, that I don't care how many people see my desperation. That I would boldly walk through a room full of Pharisees and ONLY care about what Jesus says about me. That I would sacrifice my pride and lay down my perfume, kisses, and tears before Him. It is such a beautiful picture of salvation. Christ loves us no matter what our background is, no matter what we do,and no matter how <i>big</i> our sin is. He sees through it all and you know what He sees? Beauty.</span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441038236889727553noreply@blogger.com2