Friday, November 30, 2012

Proud!

I couldn't be more proud of my new niece! Why you ask am I proud? Well I love her daddy (my baby brother) and her mamma (my precious sister-in-law) and she's GORGEOUS and I know she will grow up serving the Lord and serving other people just like her parents! I won't mention her name because I'm not sure they want that published to the world but below are some pictures...
proud cousins!

proud Aunt!
jealous Chapel... hahahaha

Many of you know my sister-in-law grew up in an orphanage ran by a ministry my parents have supported for years, Hopegivers.  We love and believe this ministry is doing AMAZING things spreading the gospel in India and around the world! Check their website for more details. They, Kenny and Meena, have a HUGE heart for India and the orphans. The COOLEST thing is that this sweet baby was born ON ORPHAN SUNDAY! Can't wait to see the wonderful things God has in store for her life!!!

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Bubble Wrap Sunday

We noticed right before we went to bed that Chapel had "bites" all over his bottom. Well we knew he had been outside so we assumed we had another fight with chiggers. Thursday morning I had an early meeting and got a phone call from Dwain, "Chap has chickenpox."

Dr. Harris told us to keep him cool, don't let him scratch too much, told us what meds he needed and then said "All the other boys have had their vaccinations, not sure how Chapel slipped by us?" One of my favorite friends immediately started laughing when she heard this "that fourth child always gets forgotten." In my mind though I was blaming the dr's office. I knew I had taken him in, asking for all his shots. It wasn't until Deacon reminded me, "Mom, remember the nurse thought Chap had had too many shots that day and told YOU to bring him back in after a week or so to finish up the vaccinations" then I realized it WAS MY FAULT. My poor little sweet baby would suffer through the pox because of me.

Luckily good friends made things better by bringing gifts and candy... but he still itched!

Friday afternoon Deacon and I and some friends took off for Columbia, MO for a swim meet at MU. We are trying to sell our Suburban so we took my little car. Just as we got past the first Eldon exit, a deer chose to play chicken with us... and we both lost. My car would no longer get us to Columbia.


Things couldn't have worked out better though because as you know, Grandpa & Grandma Banner live in Eldon. They showed up within 20 minutes and sent us on our way in their car.


Saturday's swim meet went well. Deacon got to swim in a pool that played underwater music and held a Micheal Phelps World Record. We headed back later that afternoon, stopped in Eldon for lunch, then Grandpa & Grandma offered to drive the car-less crew back to Bolivar.

Just as we were getting close to Bolivar, my phone rang... Dwain proceeded to explain Bo had hit his head playing basketball and on their way home he started getting nauseous and losing his vision. Dr. Harris told Dwain to get to the ER. Darin was at our house watching chickenpox-Chap, Grandma & Grandpa offered to stay for awhile so Darin and I jumped in the car and headed to Cox South. This is what I found when I walked in Bo's room...
Bo had started vomiting at the ER so they got very serious about his treatment. After hours and hours and hours and a cat scan, they decided he had a concussion. They moved him to another room, unhooked him and started making sure he could see, eat and walk. We could tell Bo was perking up when he pointed out the new room's number.
(Bo wears #1 on most uniforms)

FINALLY we got home and started to process all that had happened in the last 3 days. 

We thank God for his protection over our family. There were so many things that could have turned out much, much worse than it did. We could see God's provision in every situation. I must admit though, I am a spoiled child in the family of God. As we were sitting in the hospital with Bo I had a peace about everything. I just knew my "Father" would see things through, I knew Bo would be fine and even felt confident he would get to go home that night. 

However I am compelled to acknowledge that things won't always be "okay," there will be those times when tragedy strikes. Does that mean my "Father" DIDN'T see things through? That he doesn't want to spoil me or that he doesn't love me anymore or loves me less than He use to? 
By all means, NO! 

When I am stricken, 
when I feel hopeless, 
when I feel alone, 
I pray I will still KNOW I have a loving heavenly Father, 
I pray I will still praise Him,
I pray I will still look to Him for comfort, and
I pray I can honor him through trials. 
This should be our cry
   "the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD."

Thank you Lord for the comfort You give us when we seek You!!

So today, Sunday... I am "bubble wrapping" my family in prayer.

(Funny side-story... while the nurse was hooking Bo up to IV's, explaining the needle and taking blood, etc., Jake leaned over to Unc D and said "I hope it hurts!" hahaha brotherly love)

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Election, Dust and Child Abandonment... For Real!

For years I have wanted to work an election. I volunteered a long time ago but never got the call until recently. Excited to learn the ropes polls, I showed up a little after 5am for a long day.

In elections you have to have a team of "election judges" and the team has to be balanced, 1 Republican and 1 Democrat. Each team checks in the voter (using an ipad for the first time in county history) and signs off on the ballot. Willa was my counterpart :)
Now she is the most precious thing, but don't let her sweetness fool you, she's a trickster! Willa made the most AMAZING apple crunch, and I mean to die for!!! I kept creeping off to the kitchen to devour it and it's highly probable that was her plan all along... that sneaky Willa was stuffing ballots while I was gone... I suspect :)

Half way through the day my handsome husband called and seemed a little disturbed. The construction project at our house had gotten a little a lot messy. While grinding/cutting a concrete floor in the basement for an additional bathroom, the air-return vent had been left open. The entire house was now COVERED in concrete dust, well, see for yourself...
Now I'm no housekeeper, but usually it's not this bad :) Being the wonderful man he is (and fearful for his life) he had a cleaning crew there in no time. I would never even have to see the mess, all the while I was still happily working the polls, getting full on apple crunch.

Naive to how the election was going, we happily closed our precinct, balanced our ballots and headed out around 8pm. While driving home I got a call from a strange number:
"Mrs. Banner?"
"Yes"
"Your son, Jake, is here at the Y and he is wondering if anyone can come get him? He's been waiting for about an hour."
"I'll be right there"
 It had been a long day for everyone and unfortunately that was before we had even started hearing election results.... :(

(PS: Don't turn Willa in, I was kidding about all that... except the yummy-ness of the apple crunch.)


 
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