11 is our family number. My Daddy wore #11 in high school and college. He was the quarterback, and played baseball.
My brother wore #11 in high school and college. He too was the quarterback, and played baseball.
Shawn Webster...my high-school sweetheart...wore #11. He wasn't the quarterback though - he was an All-State receiver. And he played baseball.
My birthday is on the 11th day of August.
We've just always loved the #11.
Tomorrow, on 7/15...Keith turns 11. The first time I saw him - I loved him. He was 3. He wasn't handed to my by a doctor or a nurse. We didn't cut an umbilical cord. I don't know when he first slept through the night, ate solid foods, took a step.
Know what else? I. don't. CARE.
The only steps that matter are the ones he made into my heart. He has occupied it ever since.
He isn't "easy." He isn't "normal." We've come to realize that "normal" is just a setting on a washing machine.
So many people love him. None more than his Momma. Sadly, as we've gone through the years, I've learned a lot about humanity through Keith. All the lessons haven't been pretty.
The world is filled of judgemental, close-minded people. I've come to see more ugliness than I ever imagined.
It never fails...I get so angry, so hurt. Then I look at Keith.
He is often smack in the middle of judgement...but he has the purest heart of any child I know.
He is often isolated by the labels and boundaries placed on him by others. Yet to me...his beauty is boundless.
Keith Martin is my HEART. And today - my heart is full.
Tomorrow my heart turns 11. My favorite number. 11.
I look at Zack and I see my scrappy boy who will NEVER let anyone get anything past him. I don't worry about Zack. I look at Griffin and I see my Politician/Lawyer. Heck, I see myself. I don't worry about Griffin.
I look at Keith and I see the hardest working child I know. I see obstacles, struggles, and hurdles.
I see more adversity than I consider fair.
You know what I don't see? Giving up. Quitting. Slacking.
I've been told that God allows adversity in the lives of those that He thinks can handle it.
God thinks an awful lot of my Keith.
I wish that everyone saw the beauty of him. Not his physical looks...but I must admit - he is a striking child.
I mean the beauty of his character. His personality. His abilities.
He is a harder worker than I ever thought of being. He is the least judgmental soul I know. He is capable of great, great things. I believe in him. I'm his biggest fan.
Yep, he's my heart. And now he's 11. Happy Birthday sweet Keith. I love you more than you'll ever know.
just a trip down memory lane...from the old blog. i thought about this as i was typing tonight's entry...had to pull it up. http://amy-beautifuldisaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-looking.html
We are on a mini-vacation in "Wee-zee-ann-uh" (as Griffin says). I will have lots of fun pictures and stories to share once we return to reality. In the meantime, I have something special for my readers. A guest blogger. My BFF...my niece Maddie. Maddie, or Cupcake as I call her, is so much like me it's scary. And I love it. Her parents...maybe not so much. :) I asked Maddie if she'd like to be "in my computer" and she replied, "Yep." So I interviewed her. So here it is.
Me: Ok Maddie. I'm gonna ask you some questions so you can be on my computer. Maddie: Will Griffin be on there? Me: Nope. Just you. Maddie: Will Breanna be on there? Me: Nope. Just you. Maddie: Hurry up, I'm gonna go play with Griffin. Me: Yes Ma'am. Me: Maddie, what's your favorite song? Maddie: Hannah Montana. Me: Which Hannah Montana song? Maddie: The Limo out front. Me: Hey Duke (Maddie's Mom), is there a Hannah Montana song called The Limo out front? Amy/Duke: (singing) You've got the Limo out front. Me: I think that might be "The Best of Both Worlds." Maddie: No. It's The Limo out Front. Me: Alright Maddie, what's your favorite color? Maddie: Pink & Purple. Me: What is your favorite food? Maddie: Pickles! Me: What's your favorite drink? Maddie: Sprike. Me: Sprite? Maddie: Yeah. Sprike. Me: What's your favorite thing on TV? Maddie: 16 Wishes Me: What do you want to be when you grow up? Maddie: A Princess. Me: That's good. Which is your favorite Disney Princess? Maddie: Um.....The Princess and the Frog. Me: What is her name? Maddie: Who? Me: The princess on that movie? Maddie: I don't remember. MOMMA, what is her name on the Princess and the Frog? Amy/Duke: Tiana? Maddie: Yeah. Her. Me: What is your favorite place to go out to eat? Maddie: Mexican. Me: Where are you going to college? Maddie: Alabama. With Griffin. Amy/Duke: No you're not. You're going to LSU with Hannah. Me: Nope. She said it. She's going to Alabama w/Griffin. Gigi: Y'all stop fussing. Me: Maddie, who is your BFF (hoping she'd say me) Maddie: Griffin. Me: Tell me some things you are good at. Maddie: Handstands, cartwheels, splits. Me: You sure are. Now tell me some things you need to work on. Amy/Duke: Oh, I can think of LOTS of stuff here. Maddie: (glaring at her mom) Ummmm....I don't know. Working on trampolines I guess. (she looked out the window and saw the trampoline so I guess that sparked an answer) Me: Who is your pet? Maddie: Sassy the cat. Me: Who are you mad at right now? Maddie: Nobody. Me: That's good. Have you ever told a lie? Maddie: (without missing a beat) Nope. Never. Amy/Duke and Chris: (in unison) Whatever. You just told one right now. Maddie: No I didn't!! Me: What is your favorite thing to wear? Maddie: Dresses. Amy/Duke: Notice the pink and black dress she has chosen for her 4th of July outfit. Maddie: (glares at her Momma) I like to pick MY OWN clothes. Me: What do you wish? Maddie: I wish my Momma was a little kid. Amy/Duke: Why? Maddie: So me and Breanna could play with her and I would get my drivers license. Me: Ok. What kind of car are you gonna have when you turn 16? Maddie: A limousine. Me: What's your favorite toy? Maddie: A scooter *side note - you ought to see this girl on her scooter. she SCARES me she goes so fast on it.* Me: What food do you not like? Maddie: Soup. Me: What is your favorite kind of ice cream? Maddie: Banilla and strawberry. Me: Do you have any secrets that you can tell me? Maddie: Yep. (whispers to me) Patrick always says, "I like poo-poo pancakes." (then laughs maniacally) Me: That's a good one. Maddie: Yep! Are you gonna put it in your computer? Me: Yep, I sure am. Maddie: Good. I want my Momma to see it.
Let me catch you up on Shawn, me, and our 3. Over the past 2 weekends we've been in 2 different All-Star tournaments. The first was an Invitational at Vincent. It. was. HOT. This past weekend (starting Thursday night) we started our Regional Tournament in Clanton (West End). Of the 4 games we've played, we've won 3. We beat the North Chilton Nationals 17-7, Jemison 10-0, and Shelby County 15-10. We've burned up, had a game interrupted with a storm warning siren, burned up, laughed A LOT, burned up, scrubbed white uniforms, burned up, and basically - burned up. On Thursday and Friday nights, we got home well after midnight. Luckily Sat. night allowed us to get home early - it was around 11ish.
You haven't lived until you've had 2 little baseball players in solid white uniforms who seem to be drawn to the red dirt like a moth to a flame. Zack pitches, so in between each pitch, he rubs his right hand in the dirt, then wipes it on his leg. Basically, he creates red mud w/his sweaty hand and grinds it on his thigh...between each pitch. Then there's Keith. It's the darnedest thing...he just "happens to" slide about a million times a night. Nevermind...so does Zack. Heck, so does every boy on the team.
You haven't lived until you've had to take a 5 gallon bucket w/a lid, and an industrial sized container of Simple Green and forced your children to strip down and change clothes in a ball field parking lot so you can soak their uniforms all the way home. I don't know what I've spent more money on lately - Powerade, sunflower seeds, and bottled water or various types of stain removers.
You haven't lived until you've been physically sick as you worried/prayed/cheered for your kids as all eyes are on them. The pressure...oh the pressure. I have been sick to my stomach as my "babies" have been up to bat, Zack has pitched, Keith has had fly balls hit to him, etc. I grew up the daughter of a coach. I've heard countless people second-guess my Dad, badmouth his decisions, etc. Same with Shawn as a coach. But when it's your baby...that's different. The pressure affects me far worse than it does them. It makes me worry, makes me sick. But them - they love it. It's just another game to them.
In between games we watch the boys. They sit around and laugh...they are having the time of their lives. The parents sit around and talk about when we all were growing up. We all went to school together, we all share the same memories of Little League and Vincent sporting events. We reminisce and go back to the early 90's and the days of our youth. Now, we're doing it all over again - but this time with our own kids. Time is flying.
I was thinking about all of this and had another memory. At my brother's wedding rehearsal dinner, my parents were giving their speech and introducing the groom's party. Well, being the good "athletic supporters" that they are (no pun intended!), they recognized a common thread among Chris' groomsmen. Each one of them played on some sort of team with Chris. Josh, his best man, started way back in Little League on the Reds, then they went on to play for VHS together. Some of the other guys were from various college teams. Mom and Dad kept all of Chris' jerseys, so as they introduced the groomsman, they brought out the jersey and talked of their days "on the field." I loved that.
Just last night, I had an epiphany. As I'm a nervous wreck Momma, buying sunflower seeds and Simple Green...my boys are being boys...with their future groomsmen. They might not realize it now, but they are forming relationships around the game of baseball; relationships that will last longer than the memories of scores and batting averages. (except to them, of course. i've learned that boys/men NEVER forget these things) So one day...in a long, long, time...I'll have jerseys to hold up. Different sized mementos to represent a time of wonder for my sweet guys. Different teams - same bonds. Tomorrow, when I'm scrubbing out the red dirt stains...I'll think about that. I'm gonna want to hold them a little longer, while these jerseys still fit.
Hopefully...this will be the only solid white uniform I'll have to hold up. Next time...I'm voting for darker colors.
*this post is dedicated to my pals, brigitte and kamin. both of you girls are alive to me. :)
I often find myself right in the middle of a tangent. I will "get on something" and ride the life out of it. Take for example the time I infused every single conversation I had with the "finger quotes." My mother HATED that. And I hearted it. Hearting things. That was really popular with me last summer. Making up song lyrics...I'm still coasting through that tangent. I don't forsee it ending anytime soon. But my latest tangent is alive and kicking. It is saying, "that is dead to me."
Dead to me. What does it mean? It simply means, "I'm over it." As I was teaching a coupon class a few weeks ago, I shared that Wal-Mart is "dead to me." Much to my surprise (and enjoyment, I must admit) I saw this quote on several FB pages. Let me explain what I mean. Is Wal-Mart convenient? You bet it is. But I have broken free of my coccoon of ignorance as far as Wal-Mart is concerned. They are trying to take over the world. AND WE ARE LETTING THEM! I say NO MORE! I don't HAVE to "just run in to grab a few things bc Wal-Mart is so cheap." NO THEY AREN'T! If you take a little time and shop with coupons, you'll quickly see how un-cheap Wal-Mart really is. They are banking on our a. ignorance to this matter, and b. laziness. NO MORE! Now before my vast audience dies a collective death, let me clarify a few things. Do I still shop at Wal-Mart? YES. I even buy some groceries there (only with coupons and super great deals though). BUT, I refuse to do my "main grocery shopping" there, and I refuse to fall victim to their top secret master plan of world dominance anymore. Thus...they are dead to me. And you know what? They're not alone. Here are some other things that as of today, June 17, 2010 are dead to me.
1. Oprah. DEAD TO ME. Oprah, with her "John Tra-VOL-tahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and her glass of water with a crystal straw in it. I used to be a full-fledged member of the "I heart Oprah" cult. NO MORE! I am so over Oprah. Now I know that to some of you I am speaking blasphemy, and I apologize for offending you. However, I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR MY UTTER DISLIKE OF OPRAH. Who does she think she is? I'm just tired of her "I have arrived, I am better than all of you mere mortals" attitude. Her new age, feel-good, "The Secret" crap. "Read my books." No thanks Oprah. I'll choose my own. "Find your inner light." Nah. I have Jesus. He's my Savior...not YOU. You are dead to me.
Now I imagine that her minions of secret service people have now flagged my blog for daring to speak against her, and they are probably watching me from the skies. Whatever. Unless I get a personal invitation to be an audience member on one of her "Oprah's Favorite Things" episodes...she's still DTM.
2. Home Phones. 672-7067, you were good while you lasted. We had a nice 13 year run. Now, you are dead to me. I will admit...this one was hard to release. Unplugging the life support was painful and excruciatingly difficult. Could we live w/o a home phone? What would people think? I must thank my pal Amanda Campbell for seeing me through this difficult time. She too has a "dead" home phone, and she told me that we in fact would survive without a land line. Looking back now...I wonder why we didn't do it sooner. Why were we paying $80+ a month when we BOTH have cell phones that we use for the majority of our phone-talking? We didn't use our home phone for Internet service; we were basically throwing away that money each month. NO MORE. Dead to me. The saddest part is knowing that we are now dead to the phone book. Much like Navin Johnson from "The Jerk"...I lived for the day that the new phone book would arrive. I would hastily flip the pages until I found us, "Shawn and Amy Martin." Then, I'd look up all of our family and friends. Silly? Maybe to you. It was wholesome fun to me, and I loved it. Now...it is dead to me. Along with my home phone line.
3. Capri-Suns. Um, yeah. Did you see the FB post about what that lady in Florida found in her child's Capri-Sun? And before you go off to Snopes to prove me wrong...it is totally legit. Kraft even released a reply. Their reply, "Don't worry. It's just mold." Sorry Kraft...not good enough. I don't want mold in my fruit-flavored juice. And I am SO not buying your lies. That is not mold. It looks like flesh to me. Whatever it is...I don't want it in my boys' drinks. So you, sweet Capri-Suns, are dead to me. And to my house as well.
4. Paying full price for groceries. Yes, I am a couponing FIEND. I've heard it all. "I don't have time to do coupons." Yeah, I have all the time in the world. Life is easy on Farmingdale Road. I MAKE TIME! Is it work? You better believe it is. But have you tried to feed 3 growing boys lately? I rest my case. Couponing is actually fun, it's like a game to me. While Wal-Mart is dead to me, Publix is my new home away from home. They are a couponers BFF. I will NEVER pay full price for a box of cereal again, when I now know I can get it for $1 a box. There are no shortcuts, there is no easy way. But if you are serious about saving money like I am...couponing is the way to go. And if you aren't serious...can I have your coupons?
That's all for now. I'm sure that I will think of more things that are dead to me. Until then - I have 3 wonderful LIVELY, full of life, alive and kicking boys who are wanting to go swimming. Well, only 1 of them can swim today, the other 2 have All-Stars tonight. So they will only play darts.
Until we meet again, RIP Wal-Mart, Oprah, home phones, Capri-Suns, and paying full price for groceries. It was good while it lasted, but you are all dead to me.
Growing up, we ALWAYS had a garden. I have shelled millions of peas, snapped beans, and gotten up early in the morning to "do the corn." I remember getting to ride in the back of the truck down the rows, pulling in the corn. Then we'd go sit under the big tree at my Aunt Rosa Lee's house and shuck and silk it. The best smell was when they would cut it off...I love fresh corn. Then they'd "put it up."
We always canned. I can remember my mom opening a jar of her tomatoes to add to spaghetti, soup, or my fave...stewed tomatoes on cornbread.
Peas and corn is my favorite meal. That's my birthday request every year. Peas and corn with squash, fresh tomatoes, cucumbers & onions in vinegar, fried okra. Nothing better in the WORLD.
Shawn looks forward to garden season every year. He would make my Aunt Rosa Lee proud. His is very orderly and neat; everything has it's place. He has a few types of tomatoes: Big Boys (my request...Rosa Lee said they were the best), Romas, cherry tomatoes (for Keith) and this year I'm pretty sure he has Heirloom tomatoes as well. He also has different types of peppers. He puts up several jars of pepper sauce each year. We go through pepper sauce, bc we put it in our peas, pinto beans, butter beans (him - I don't eat em'), cabbage, and turnip greens. He's planted squash, okra, green beans, corn, red potatoes, sweet potatoes, cucumbers, and onions.
I told him that his hard work warranted a blog post. So here it is... By the way...he isn't the only gardner in the family. See those beautiful hydrangeas? Yep - they're all me. :)
1. Crawfish boil with good friends, good food, and good times. 2. Treetop Family Adventure. Yeah, pretty much our new favorite place. 3. Lots of pool time with our cousins. 4. The newest Shrek movie. We LOVE Shrek! 5. Popsicles. Lots and lots of POPSICLES. 6. Bike rides. 7. Lego adventures on a quilt by the pool. 8. All-Star practice for K and Z. 9. Playing with our 2 new kitties. Still waiting on names, but Momma is really pulling for Gingy (the Gingerbread boy from Shrek) 10. Late nights watching movies and playing Mario Bros.
Our summer, thus far, has been an EPIC WIN. How 'bout yours?
What were you doing yesterday? Me...well I was on the speaking circuit. Oh how I love to say that. I was at my 3rd "official" booking as far as speaking goes. (as opposed to what? dancing?) :) Seriously, about a month ago, our sweet former pastor called and asked me if I would consider sharing my testimony at the Mother-Daughter Brunch at his church. I gladly said yes. Without even thinking. Some people might say, "How can you get up and speak? I'd be so nervous." Well...once you've lived a miracle like I have - you can't help but talk about it.
Shawn and I married in 1997 and we had plans. We planned to be married for 2 or 3 years, then to have a baby. I know of many people who make such plans and see them come to perfect fruition. That must be really comforting, really easy. I wouldn't know. We tried "without medical intervention" for about a year and a half. Then, we were sent to "the specialists." There, we were met with the kindest, sweetest doctors and nurses. And not so sweet news. Several diagnoses. Even more tears. Clomid, Lupron injections, Follistem injections, Progesterone injections...you name it - we did it. Inseminations...Jon and Kate did 1 and got their sextuplets. We did 7 and got nothing.
All the while, every single ONE of our friends were having babies. We were "Uncle Shawn and Aunt Amy." While all of our friends brought their children to the birthday parties of others...we came alone. Year after year. I began to resent those parties. Mother's Day...ugh. It was torture. All the Mothers in church would stand up to be recognized. All but me. Along with all the teenagers...I was the lone female still seated. I. hated. it.
We bargained with God. We would raise our baby in a Christian home. We would do everything "right." We just wanted a baby. Finally, God showed me something. What I wanted...the yearning in my heart wasn't for "a baby" exactly. I didn't just want a baby. I wanted to be a mother.
Every day, every single day I had the same verse that I would say to myself. Over. and. OVER. "Now unto HIM who is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all we could ask or think..." I probably said it at least 10x per day. That's the thing about God's word...it is powerful.
Little did we know that God wasn't holding back anything from us. He wasn't ignoring our prayer for a baby. He saw our crooked path to parenthood, and He fashioned it just that way. Because around one of those curves...He had 2 sweet little boys waiting for us. Just for us. And what we didn't realize was that we were waiting for them.
So instead of getting "the baby" that I thought I wanted...I got 3 miracle boys. Not 1. Not 2. 3. At one time. If that isn't "exceedingly, abundantly above all I could ask or think" then I don't know what is.
I look back now and realized that God could've granted my prayer and given me a baby *poof* right when I first asked for one. But if He had...I would've missed out on Keith and Zack. My life would be incomplete.
I thought I had it all figured out. I had my plan, I had my path chosen out. I didn't envision any curves, any crooked roads, any delays. Along the way as we were waiting...waiting for SO long, I felt so alone. I felt like Solomon when he said, "What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be numbered." I thought I was lost on that crooked path, and I felt like the weight and depth of my emptiness was too great to fathom.
Little did I know.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways," says the Lord. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55:8& 9
You know that Rascal Flatts song "God Blessed the Broken Road" He did. He made our road to our boys broken, curvy, and crooked. And He blessed it. Solomon said something else about crooked roads. And I'm almost positive he could've written it just for me.
"Consider the works of God; for who can make straight what HE has made crooked?" Ecc. 7:13
The shortest distance between 2 points is a straight line. Sometimes...it's the crooked lines that produce the most beautiful pictures.
Today. Every day...I am so thankful for my crooked road.
Do you know how sometimes, you can be doing the most normal, random of things and you'll hear something that will absolutely change you?
Yeah. That was me. Last night. In Publix. Let me explain.
I was on the salad dressing aisle. I was trying to be a sweet wife and get my sweet Shawn some yummy dressing that he loves. I couldn't remember which Brianna's dressing was his fave - the one with the strawberry on the label, or the one with the other fruit on the label. (for the record...it's the strawberry one) So I called my mom to ask her. She told me it was the strawberry one, then she said one sentence that totally changed me.
"Amy...Stewart was killed today."
It took a second for it to register. I said, "Rachel's Stewart?" She said yes. I replied with a simple "Oh my God." I wasn't using God's name in vain. I was literally crying out to Him. I was devastated.
Now this requires a little back story on my part. Stewart and Rachel Bieber just came into our lives in January of this year. They have been leaders of a LIFE CHANGING small group at church. Rachel is my leader. Stewart is my Dad's leader. They are the cutest, most amazing couple I know.
Stewart is a pilot. Literally...he flies jet planes. He has that funky, spikey hair just like my Keith. Except Stewart's is dark. Rachel is beautiful. Long, curly hair. Dresses to perfection. Works at a health food store. They are outdoorsy, healthy, and totally in love. And totally surrendered to God. Living for him 100%.
Rachel has prayed for me and with me, cried with me, and taught me so much about being a better wife, mom, and person. God brought her into my life when I didn't even realize that I needed her. Wow. Talk about your steps being ordered by God. He brought us together and used her to reveal weaknesses in me. I am a better person today because of this relationship.
How cool is this...Stewart and Rachel were building their own log cabin. By HAND. Their hands. Completely debt free. I know, right? And it ain't some little shack. They bought their land in Wilsonville and together, have done it ALL. They even had the cutest blog where friends (aka stalkers) could keep up with their progress. How stinking "them!" To say that they did everything together was an understatement. They literally DID. Everything. They were "that marriage" where they didn't just say that they were eachother's best friends...they really were. Beautiful people, inside and out. I would look at them and think, "Wow. Perfection." And it almost was.
Yesterday they were doing something that they do all the time...waterskiing. All I know for sure is that Stewart was barefoot skiing, and something terrible happened. A ramp was involved...I don't know all the details. But I do know that as I write this right now...Stewart is in Heaven. While we are thankful for that...Rachel is here alone. Heartbroken. Devastated. No doubt wondering, "Why? What now?" I don't know for sure if she is saying that, I can only imagine if I were in her shoes. That's what I would be doing.
They were in ministry together. Powerful, lifechanging ministry. Now he is gone. I finished buying my groceries, got in my minivan, and cried my eyes out all the way home. I prayed for Rachel. I thanked God for all He did through Stewart and Rachel. I told Him that while I didn't understand...I still trusted Him. Mostly, I just cried for Rachel. One minute she had "perfection." Now...she is a widow.
It is so cliche to say that we aren't promised tomorrow...but man - we aren't. Life is precious. God has a plan, and while we may never understand it, we can trust Him. Even when it hurts. Today, it isn't easy to trust. My heart is broken for my friend. But it's like the song says, "You give and take away. You give and take away. My heart will CHOOSE to say. Blessed be Your name."
It isn't easy to trust right now. My heart is heavy. Regardless...I am choosing to trust. It's a choice. It isn't easy, or even natural at this point. I am making myself trust Him. I haven't talked to Rachel. When I do, I don't know what I will say. So until then...I am choosing to do all that I can.
At times like this, it's easy to pray. That is natural. That's basically all we can do. The trust...that isn't natural. That's something you have to make yourself do. You have to CHOOSE to trust.
Today, I choose to trust. I will choose it again tomorrow, and again the next day. It will be my daily decision. Maybe daily is too long a projection. I might need to choose hourly. Poor Rachel is probably having to choose minute by minute to DISREGARD her feelings and to do what feels unnatural. To trust...even though it hurts. But she is such an amazing person...I know she'll do just that.
Please join my in prayer for Rachel and for the Bieber family. Pray diligently and pray often. They have touched so many lives...mine included. We may not understand...but that isn't what we're called to do.
We're called to trust. We have to CHOOSE to trust.
"Blessed be your name On the road marked with suffering Though there’s pain in the offering Blessed be your name
You give and take away You give and take away My heart will choose to say Lord, Blessed be your name"
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I love to talk - for the most part. I never use all my monthly allotted minutes on my cell phone; I text way more than I talk. We even disconnected our home phone service bc, well, we never used that phone. Shawn has a cell, I have a cell...did we really need a land line too?
My Mom always sighs and says, "Aim hates to talk on the phone." And it's pretty true. I just don't have time for it. Don't get me wrong - when I was growing up I couldn't get enough of the phone. Loved it. Lived for it.
Back to ol' Sue. She knows I *dislike* talking on the phone, yet she calls me about 50 times a day. And I call her just as many times. That's just how we roll. Anyone else can tell you...I don't answer my phone that much. I'm usually too busy. I figure if it's that important...you'll leave me a message of just call me back. You know, bc I don't have time to talk. Or listen.
Today was my mom's "procedure." The mass in her breast is growing, so they had to go in and take it out. We won't know for a few days if it is benign or the dreaded "c-word." We just have to pray - and wait.
Last night I couldn't sleep. I didn't take my usual tylenol pm's bc I knew I had to get up so early to be at the hospital. So...I tossed and turned. I'd wake up and pray. When I did sleep - I dreamed. Vivid dreams. I remember feeling warm, like I was outside in the sunshine. I remember music.
When I was waiting with Mom before they wheeled her back to surgery, she commented on how she too couldn't sleep w/out her tylenol pm's. She said, "When I did finally go to sleep, I dreamed about music." I said, "Really? So did I! I dreamed about one of our praise & worship songs." Mom said, "So did I! What song did you dream about?" I said, "Fail us Not." Mom looked at me and said, Amy - so did I."
Standing there, I had an epiphany. God knows that I'm a terrible listener. He knows that I don't like to take the time to stop and listen. So - He talked to me when I was good and attentive. I was still. I was asleep.
The cool thing is - He talked to my Momma too. He told her the same thing. We both heard the same song. Even the same verse - over and over. "Whatever will come, we'll rise above, You fail us not, You fail us not, no matter the war, our hope is secure, You fail us not, You fail us not."
That is SO God. And I love it. If you don't know the song...you need to learn it. Our praise & worship band sings it. My Momma plays the piano. I believe that it will forever be one of my top faves. If you're a FB friend of mine, you can go to my page and follow a link to the video. If not - go to www.failusnot.com Watch the video. Maybe it will speak to you too.
FAIL US NOT - by 1000 Generations Failure doesn't phase you. Worry doesn't win. Lost doesn't leave you afraid to start again. Our sin doesn't shock you. Our shame doesn't shame you at all. Mistakes do not move you. Terror doesn't tame. Death doesn't doom you to life in the grave. Our suffering doesn't scare you. Our secrets won't surprise you at all. At all.
There is nothing above you. There is nothing beyond you. There is nothing that you can't do. There is no one beside you. There is no one that's like you. There is nothing that you can't do. Whatever will come, we'll rise above. You fail us not, You fail us not. No matter the war, our hope is secure. You fail us not, You fail us not. You fail us not.
Hatred doesn't hide you. Evil doesn't ail. Despair can't disguise you and tell you that you fail. Our doubt doesn't daunt you. Our darkness won't defeat you at all. At all.
There is nothing above you. There is nothing beyond you. There is nothing that you can't do. Whatever will come, we'll rise above. You fail us not, You fail us not. No matter the war, our hope is secure. You fail us not, You fail us not. Whatever will come, we'll rise above. You fail us not, You fail us not. No, You fail us not. You fail us not.
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, I took the midnight train going anywhere...no I didn't, but I'll bet you are singing along. I'm Amy. I'm just your typical smart aleck. I'm sarcastic, brutally honest, and one of the funniest people that I know. I crack myself up on a regular basis so of course I want to share my magic with the Interweb masses. I've always wanted to be a writer and a comedian, but until those jobs kick off I spend my days being a teacher, a Mama to 3 fabulously awesome boys, and a wife to Shawn.