tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85894245627519892422024-03-05T03:55:40.112-05:00action to the passionI'm just a 24 year old woman that married the man of my answered prayers on July 18, 2009. We found out we were pregnant with our first child just a couple of days after our 1 month wedding anniversary. Our precious baby went to be with Jesus before we ever had the chance to hold him or her. Through life's ups and downs, I'm trying to figure out how to follow Jesus. I mean, really follow Jesus. The kind of following where things start to change. It's time to put action to the passion.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-90372630823162036392015-02-15T16:56:00.003-05:002015-02-15T16:56:26.761-05:00New Blog!To find new blog posts, please visit<br />
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By far, he was my most physically and emotionally challenging birth. But, also, probably the most instantaneously bonded with any of my children thus far. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I've saved writing a post about the meaning and history of his name until after he was born. Now he's here and it's time to share! </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Back in our engaged days, John and I were sitting in one of our favorite places to eat in Orlando, Tijuana Flats, mmmm. We started playing the "what will we name our future kids" game. After going through family trees and laughing our way through a variety of names, we decided that our future held an Ella, Warner and Jedidiah.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Time passed. We got married. We got pregnant. Wondered "is this an Ella or a Warner?" Then, lost our sweet first baby. Five years later and we still toss around name ideas for that first baby having never known the gender. But, a few months later, we got pregnant with our Ella Gisela. Named after our strong grandmothers and she lived up to those names from the moment she joined our family!</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Just nine months into Ella's life, found out Charlotte was on the way. Another girl! What will we name her? After lots of tossing around, we decided to name her after Charlotte "Lottie" Moon. Turns out, our Charlotte has no fear, much like her namesake. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Just ten months into Charlotte's life, we found out Warner was on the way. Our first boy! He was worth every moment in bedrest, every doctors appointment, every ER visit, every hemorrhage, and every contraction that brought him here. His original name was to be John Warner Phillips, Jr. But, just a few days before his birth, discovered that Josiah meant "God has healed". I burst into tears and we ended up changing his name right as he was born. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The morning after Warner was born and I woke up in the room I delivered our firstborn son in, I looked around and realized it wasn't a bad dream. Our son's life took place in this room and there was no going back. We had our hour and now he was with the Lord. I grabbed my Bible on my phone and begged God that I needed something. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Immediately, He brought David to mind. David and Bathsheba lost their son. I needed to go there right away! So, I read 2 Samuel 12. Oh my word, Jedidiah. After they lost their firstborn son, time passed and God gave them another son to be named Jedidiah {Solomon}. Right there in that hospital room, I prayed that one day God would give us our Jedidiah. Even though I wasn't ready for him yet, but that one day, God would provide him. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Just over a year after Warner's birth, we discovered Jedidiah was on the way. He wasn't "planned" (such a silly concept to me, like we can plan anything!) and I wondered if this baby was our Jedidiah. We found out another boy was on the way. And, God gave us our "beloved of the Lord". </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I still can't believe how God already knew the makeup of our family back when John and I were just engaged dreaming of the future. He knew Warner's story and how our Jedidiah would be a gift of life to our family after a deeply sad (almost) two years. We didn't even know the significance of the name Jedidiah when we picked it all those years ago, but God knew. We didn't know we would have two brothers that share an immeasurable bond despite being currently parted by death. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">There have been tears these last three weeks and there have been moments of deep joy. God has gone before us in ways we could've never planned out. He is faithful and we're thankful!</div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-42690352938825125052014-05-29T11:15:00.001-04:002014-05-29T11:15:48.036-04:00An Announcement!With humble and grateful hearts, we announce the latest member coming to our family!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEQQfJQcP00ICpvkUE0EA2npjaJAEO2qrJYezwEAQZUHZ_nt7il1XKB4NRvwRSyGpO3gVOgAtJ0Uj_Cus8BHIfnPIK_hEdxlocAnqUY1gncjqzAagDpNQvEBaDpztwEO4j-YIX4IWzd4/s640/blogger-image-1526846019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEQQfJQcP00ICpvkUE0EA2npjaJAEO2qrJYezwEAQZUHZ_nt7il1XKB4NRvwRSyGpO3gVOgAtJ0Uj_Cus8BHIfnPIK_hEdxlocAnqUY1gncjqzAagDpNQvEBaDpztwEO4j-YIX4IWzd4/s640/blogger-image-1526846019.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>So far, all is well with baby. No clots, growing perfectly and strong heartbeat!</div><div><br></div><div>Emotionally, we've been a bit all over the map. Which, is to be expected. We really couldn't feel more blessed to be given another baby. But, the ache for Warner is still there. And, it will be forever. He's part of our family and each joy longs to have him here to share in it. </div><div><br></div><div>Physically, I've been doing well pregnancy-wise. But, I've had some pretty major GI problems preceding this pregnancy and unfortunately have not been going well. My OB has already mentioned a trip to a GI doctor this pregnancy and it looks like that will likely be necessary. It's all been pretty rough on my body and is starting to take it's toll on me mentally. But, each day we hope for some pockets of feeling well. </div><div><br></div><div>I don't talk about my stomach issues often. Mostly because it feels a little impossible to explain the depth to which I have problems. And, I don't ever want to come off as complaining. But, we've also reached the point where we realize that it's gotten bad enough to petition others for prayer. I was scheduled for one test in particular and then found I was pregnant, and it had to be postponed. And, now we're looking at possibly performing the procedure in the second trimester. Because, at this point, the benefits seem to outweigh the risks. But, that is all still to be determined. </div><div><br></div><div>It's a little overwhelming to be 28 and to have enough unexplained health issues that I am often unable to participate in normal life stuff. The Lord has been teaching me a lot to not worry about tomorrow. I've done everything the MD's and the naturopathic doctor have suggested to very little avail. We really do believe we're in a position where it's entirely up to God's mercy on whether He chooses to heal me or not. We are obviously praying with great fervor that He heals me and are continuing forward with the doctors. </div><div><br></div><div>If you think about it and pray for our sweet baby or for my health, we'd be ever grateful! I don't know why it's so difficult to expose my health issues, maybe because you all have prayed us through a lot already! I'm amazed at the care and nurture that so many have showed us over the last few years. The body of Christ is a beautiful thing!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-64931260016510506482014-01-05T12:47:00.000-05:002014-01-05T12:47:00.839-05:00Mourning the DreamThis morning I thought about how sometimes mourning the dream is more difficult than mourning an actual person. Because, the truth of the matter is that Warner is healed, whole, and experiencing Jesus in full. 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Don't we all spend a lot of our sorrowful days mourning a dream that failed? My heart hurts because my body failed and Warner went to be with Jesus much earlier than my dreams ever wished. Even just days before he died, I would have told you with full confidence that the Lord was going to allow Warner to be born full-term and we would all be a happy family come the summer.<br />
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How do you move forward when mourning a dream? Life was supposed to be much different than it is today. I wasn't supposed to be concerned with headstones or perfect flowers for an itty bitty grave. I was supposed to be trying to figure out how to bundle up <b>three</b> munchkins for the snow today.<br />
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Two little girls and a little boy. Two little princesses for Mommy and one little pirate for Daddy. Filling out our car and house with some baby blue. Teaching him about Jesus. Watching him grow up to be a man that loves his Mama, but not too much ;-) Dancing with him at his wedding one day and looking back on all the days of bed rest that were more than worth it for just this moment.<br />
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But, all of those things were just a dream. A dream that isn't happening now. A dream that was shattered by the brokenness of this world. A dream that wasn't torn apart by a greedy God, but instead by the frailty of life and the sin that has ravaged everything.<br />
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I don't have any single thing in my life figured out. Nothing. I don't have the grief thing figured out, how to be a Godly woman, wife, mother, how to be a good cook, how to dress well... None of it. Not a thing. But, the only thing I know is that Jesus meant every single word in Scripture.</div>
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The dream may be broken and my little boy still gone, but I'm trusting Jesus for the rest I need to make it in a world where the dreams don't always turn out.</div>
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-18003461734853260852014-01-01T11:39:00.001-05:002014-01-01T11:59:34.586-05:00Goodbye 2013<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There are some things you expect in grief and some things that pop up leaving you feel completely unprepared. The last two days have definitely found me in the unprepared camp. </span></div><div><br></div><div>2013 is almost gone. A few more hours and it's a New Year. Out with the old and in with the new. But, what happens when you find yourself trying to do anything you can to keep the new from coming? What happens when the new holds a year in which your son is still dead? Or the new still has the cancer in it? Or still struggling to pay the bills? Or another year to figure out how on earth you're going to survive?</div><div><br></div><div>New doesn't always seem enticing. What happens when you find yourself trying to make a year {the object of time} something tangible enough to hold? You try to grab a hold of it any way possible only to realize it's something that can't be held at all. </div><div><br></div><div>But, the old had the time in it when your son was still alive. The old had a time in it when there was still a paycheck. The old had the time in it before the test revealed the unimaginable. The old had the time in it when all was peaceful with those around you. But, here, on the brink of the new, you don't want to usher out all of the old. </div><div><br></div><div>Then the flicker of hope burns again and Jesus does it. </div><div><br></div><div>{He comes to make it all brand new}</div><div><br></div><div><i>"And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.”" -Revelation 21:5a</i></div><div><br></div><div>The dead son, the no job, the cancer, the hurt, the turmoil... He redeems it. It doesn't get thrown aside never to be used again. That would be the easy way out. And, let's face it, easy seems enticing but it's never as worth it as the hard. </div><div><br></div><div>Jesus did the hard. </div><div><br></div><div>Grief. Man of sorrows. Beaten. Scorned. Crown of thorns. Cross. Risen again. </div><div><br></div><div>To redeem even 2013. To usher in more hope and grace in 2014. To sustain and fill in the gaps of the old and the new. There's nothing we {or you} have walked this year that Jesus didn't see and walk with us. </div><div><br></div><div>He's preparing the way for 2014 like He did for 2013. He's got even this</div><div><br></div><div><i>"Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert." -Isaiah 43:19</i></div><div><br></div><div>So, goodbye 2013. You held the earthly life of my firstborn son. You held the beauty and pain of grieving one of my own. I don't want to let you go because letting go of you feels like saying goodbye to my son again. But, I'm going to do one better. I'm going to hand 2013 over to One that can make it new and use it in 2014 and beyond. </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-27696080947724441592013-12-20T16:03:00.003-05:002014-01-03T14:38:03.309-05:00Merry Christmas!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br><div><br></div><div>I also entered us into the Holiday Photo Challenge at Paper Mama <a href="http://thepapermama.com/2013/11/2013-holiday-photo-challenge.html" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">http://thepapermama.com/2013/11/2013-holiday-photo-challenge.html</a></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-70305070791047420732013-11-12T13:53:00.001-05:002013-11-12T13:53:11.343-05:00Life<div>A man rejected not only by his biological parents, but also through years of torment at the hands of his adoptive parents. </div><div><br></div><div>The phone call stating that there was an accident and you need to get to the hospital right away. </div><div><br></div><div>The divorce papers get handed over after you fought and fought for healing. </div><div><br></div><div>A baby is born only to live an hour and die. </div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes the hurt, pain and destruction of this world is so palpable my brain feels like it can't fire any more. How do you pray in this? Where are the words?</div><div><br></div><div>Despite the world being a fallen and bad place, He is good. So very good. </div><div><br></div><div>It doesn't make sense. Life hurts and everything bursts at the seams sometimes. What do we do? Where do we go? How do we stop the hemorrhaging when it seems unstoppable?</div><div><br></div><div>We get weary and long with a pounding heart for the day when weariness is no more. But, what about now? There will be a day when the battle is over and we receive the reward in full, but today with the divorce papers, the medical report, the rejection and everything threatens to rip the life away from us...</div><div><br></div><div><i>"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." -John 10:10 {Jesus}</i></div><div><br></div><div>There's a thief and he doesn't stop. He doesn't stop until he's stolen, killed, and destroyed. He prowls for us and he lies. I don't need to tell you because you look to your left and you look to your right and it's there. The destruction that never seems to end. </div><div><br></div><div>But, Jesus came to give us life. The abundant kind. </div><div><br></div><div>"<i>If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit who dwells in you.</i>" -<i>Romans 8:11</i></div><div><br></div><div>The Spirit who raised HIM is in us. He gives life to our mortal, decaying, ripping-at-the-seams bodies. Abundantly He gives it. </div><div><br></div><div>The thief that works to steal our health, our life, our joy wants us to miss it. He wants us to miss the praise of Jesus by the graveside. The thanksgiving despite the diagnosis. The joy despite the falling-apart-ness of life on earth. </div><div><br></div><div>May the Spirit give us life today. And, tomorrow. And, the day after. Until it's all fulfilled and we can know all of the praise, joy and faith were worth it</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-61735441405005565592013-11-11T14:19:00.001-05:002013-11-11T14:19:06.245-05:00All of Us<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO02w4DfqAEoNtqVhY_fhU6cXEyJ2eMiZSbGJchCn_4H-zBnr4LB49rlwEvsxpjENWhfjiaHoCgXrUrbGCc9F82Q1n38OL2MK6U7Jl7XyKKztLsxK3_51IMGMGvnKrSkq_wP3SaOMgPLQ/s640/blogger-image-694046962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO02w4DfqAEoNtqVhY_fhU6cXEyJ2eMiZSbGJchCn_4H-zBnr4LB49rlwEvsxpjENWhfjiaHoCgXrUrbGCc9F82Q1n38OL2MK6U7Jl7XyKKztLsxK3_51IMGMGvnKrSkq_wP3SaOMgPLQ/s640/blogger-image-694046962.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Freedom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Reckless abandon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A complete joy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One sobbing Mama at seeing God's faithfulness over our family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Why does He love us this much? I don't know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But, He loves you this much, too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here we are, Jesus. All of us for all of You. Here we are. </div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-72052912765005661222013-10-25T14:23:00.001-04:002013-10-25T14:23:35.953-04:00God's Not A Taker<div>Yesterday marked 7 months since Warner went to be with Jesus. I've reflected a lot on his little life the last few days and have come to a few conclusions. </div><div><br></div><div>One: every life matters. No matter how seemingly small or short, it matters. </div><div><br></div><div>Two: the Lord used this seemingly small life to provide a big purpose. And, that was to save my own life. And, my family's as well. </div><div><br></div><div>It doesn't matter what Satan means for bad, God will always turn it for good for those that love Him. I've never blamed God for my son's death. EVER. </div><div><br></div><div>And, quite frankly, I'm always a little surprised that people are surprised at me for not blaming Him. Have we all forgotten who our war is against in this life? It's not the One that created life, it's the one that prowls around to destroy it. </div><div><br></div><div>So often we put the blame in the wrong place when something bad happens. We look at God as a "taker" and not a "giver". The Lord revealed that in depth of my heart, I believed Him to be a taker rather than a giver while I was pregnant and fighting for Warner's life. Those days of repentance and healing were precious to my heart. </div><div><br></div><div>Jesus has chosen to use my son's death, what the enemy meant for evil, and use it to bring an ultimate good in our family's life. My son's labor, delivery, life and death were a poignant time in my life where the veil between earth and Heaven got a little thinner. And, now, 7 months after, I'm experiencing Jesus in a way I haven't in my entire life. I never knew I wasn't walking in full freedom until now. </div><div><br></div><div>And, Jesus used my son to change the course of my family's life forever. I will never, ever be able to repay Jesus for what He's done for me. 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So many mixed emotions. Moments of celebration so intimately intertwined with moments of sadness. Feeling grateful for his short life and all God has done. Yet feeling devastated that instead of holding Warner close on his half birthday, I find myself looking at the pillow like clouds in the sky asking God to hold him for me. </div>
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Our little family loves celebrating our Littles first half birthday. There's just something special about your baby hitting the 6 month mark. They're way out of the "bump on a log" stage and ready to take on the world around them. For both of the girls we had special treats and balloons to celebrate their special day.</div>
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So, for Warner we decided we were going to do the same. I took the girls to the grocery store to get cupcake supplies and balloons. When we got to the balloons, we decided on one special one that said "Birthday Boy" and four plain light blue ones. </div>
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We went up to the counter to get them all filled with helium and we waited. A guy came up to help and started with the special balloon. He filled it up and as soon as he did. He started searching over the balloon. There was a leak and he couldn't figure out how or where. </div>
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Then, in a quick decision, he cut into the side of the balloon to get the rest of the helium out and told me "this balloon is broken, I'll get you another one". I stood there frozen. Charlotte was in the baby carrier close to me and Ella was playing around with a lighter display (nice.)</div>
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He came back promptly with a shiny new balloon and I couldn't stop thinking of my Warner's balloon discarded so easily. And, got me to thinking how likely it is that people could feel the same of my Warner. People say dumb things when they don't know what else to say. But, thankfully we haven't had that a ton since Warner died. </div>
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But, our culture is so quick to discard little lives. We do it every day in our thoughts and our actions. I've been asked if we are going to have another baby. And, the truth is, I have no clue and I can't even think of that right now. I don't just want a baby, I want Warner. </div>
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And, there was my hand-picked, special balloon laying in the trash. Once the worker was done with the replacement balloon and the others, I asked him if I could have the old balloon out of the trash and I'd even pay for it. No doubt he thought I was nuts. But, I don't care. The sweet, even more special now, balloon is sitting in Warner's box now. </div>
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Just because you lived a short life, we won't discard you as broken, Warner! Your life mattered and counted for eternity. I couldn't be more thankful to be your Mommy! And, Ella couldn't have been happier to send your balloons up to Heaven so you could play with them. Hope you loved what we picked!</div>
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-23625444711925613722013-08-29T21:28:00.001-04:002013-08-29T21:28:17.180-04:00Butterflies<div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Warner's due date was tough. Hard. Sad. I'm still not recovered from it. When one goes through grief it's common to wonder if life will ever resume to normal. I've definitely wondered that lately as the last week has been a bit of a blur. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">On his due date, God was gracious and supplied me with many tangible gifts. My most personal and special one needs to finally be shared! It may seem silly and crazy and strange. But, isn't that each of our personal relationships with the Lord anyways?</span><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">On Warner's due date, I took the girls outside to gaze at the sky, what felt the closest I could get to Heaven and our missing family member. As we walked out, God gave me a white butterfly that danced with Charlotte in the backyard. It was honestly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">I doubted the Lord's gift (as I always do) and Googled to make sure that white butterflies even exist and that I didn't imagine it. They do exist and a spattering of websites came up in the search claiming that they represent "a child's soul or life". I was awestruck and knew that God used even my moments of doubt at His gift to further show His grace on me that day. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Since then I've been so sad that I never got a picture of it. I've wondered many times what it would've been like to have that picture. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Well, today, we went outside to play after a rough grief week, and there it was. Another white butterfly. This time the butterfly danced with Ella and stayed a while. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">I chased the butterfly all around the yard. I snapped 50 pictures, not wanting our time together to end. I was even shoeless and the morning dew was still fresh on the ground. So, my feet were covered in grass, but still I chased. There's never been a sweeter time of reckless abandon in my life. I chased that butterfly as though I was small child again and knew with that childlike faith that the butterfly was just for me. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CCc_SGJer4u_NcRs_ynDz5zyxODGu5Ng-3iahUEJrEG9_P-HRL3yBFRJcRFNJRPrhuA6xmjL0MOBZ8BhSLwArmuxQhWYB4eqL7NSdhVRlbYNdO1vB7gqZVn7eBb5Y6hSaOqFN5hZSjs/s640/blogger-image--454261547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CCc_SGJer4u_NcRs_ynDz5zyxODGu5Ng-3iahUEJrEG9_P-HRL3yBFRJcRFNJRPrhuA6xmjL0MOBZ8BhSLwArmuxQhWYB4eqL7NSdhVRlbYNdO1vB7gqZVn7eBb5Y6hSaOqFN5hZSjs/s640/blogger-image--454261547.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Even through my doubt, my failures, my grief, and my cynicism, God proves Himself faithful. He didn't have to give me the white butterfly on August 20th. And, furthermore, He didn't have to provide it again today so I could get a picture to remember this forever. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Warner's life on earth didn't last much longer than a butterfly dancing over the tops of the heads of our two toddlers. But, there is a rich day coming where we will all dance, laugh, and enjoy the presence of our King together. 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Yes, it's true! We are moving to Springdale, Arkansas! John has accepted a position with Cross Church as their lead video guy :-) We are very excited for this new adventure that the Lord has asked of us.<br />
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And, as excited as we are, there are moments where I wonder if I'll really be able to move away from the home we've been in for over three years. I've been pregnant with all three of our children here. The same doctor delivered all three of our kids. We dedicated our girls here at Dogwood Church. We celebrated Warner's short life here at Dogwood. I've wrestled things out with the Lord sitting in the chairs of our church more Sunday's than I can count.<br />
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We've been blessed to walk alongside many beautiful people here for the last three years. And, we can say that our Senior Pastor is one of our friends, which can't be said of many working in ministry around the country. But, we are and we love them.<br />
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The Lord has been tender with my aching heart over Warner and the process of moving so quickly after his death. I've been unbelievably humbled at the tangible gifts God has given me through each step of this process. I can assuredly say I would not move away right now unless the Lord was clearly leading and confirming. And, He's teaching me that in the good, the bad, and the hard, it's better to follow His leading than to do anything else in the whole wide world.<br />
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God is releasing our family from Peachtree City and He is setting up our new ministry in Northwest Arkansas. So many times in this process I've wanted to say how hard ministry is during a transition like this but it's also so worth it. But, I'm beginning to realize that as followers of Christ, He will call all of us to the hard to glorify the risen Son of God. We each have something He will call us to do for Him. Maybe it's picking up and moving. Maybe it's changing jobs. Maybe it's finally cultivating an intentional relationship with our neighbor to share Jesus. Maybe it's to make a stand for what we know is Truth. A life that truly follows Christ is one that is in complete surrender, whether you work in ministry or not.<br />
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So, here we are...expectant for what God is going to do in Arkansas and looking back on our time in Georgia to see all He has done in three years. A part of our heart will always be here and we covet your prayer as we continue to serve our great God in a new state with a great new church!<br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-21458111236839152842013-04-28T19:52:00.002-04:002013-04-28T19:52:36.740-04:00Beauty Instead of Ashes<br />
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<br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">When we first moved into the house we are currently renting three years ago, there was this cute little flower bed near the front door. And, in this bed was a tall plant hanger. I immediately forgot about my black thumbs and decided I needed some "pretty flowers" to hang there. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">So, off to the store I went with John and Ella still in my belly. I decided that the dark purple flowers were pretty and they were already in baskets ready to hang. I couldn't wait to get home and hang those puppies up! As soon as we got home, that's exactly what I did. They were so pretty and I'm sure I must've squealed and/or clapped, which is my typical reaction when I think something looks just too perfect. </span><br />
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<br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">As time went on, I did a crazy dance back and forth with these flowers. I'd forget about them and then see them browning, so I would frantically get a cup of water to revive them. But, it didn't take much longer until those pretty purple flowers went bye-bye. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I've noticed that when your family is in a season of having babies, something usually gives. For some it's cooking, for some it's cleaning, for some it's the yard, for some (like us) it's a small bit of everything. Those poor pretty purple flowers were one of the things in our yard that totally bit the dust and we never looked back. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Here is what makes you so glad to not have to be our neighbor...we are just classy enough to have kept the plastic hanging baskets on the plant hanger! Oh my word, I can't even contain my laughter as I sit here and think about how those tacky plastic baskets have hung there for three years with only the first few months of those three years even containing any flowers. </span><br />
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<br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">What makes you even happier that you're not our neighbor or our family, is that my mother in law totally tried to help us out in the tacky area by filling the baskets up with pinecones from our yard. Ya know, trying to help us not look like the complete freaks of the whole city when most people around here have nice landscaping. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">So, there the baskets have sat. Full of pinecones for 2.5 years. Then, our sweet, precious, handsome miracle of a son, Warner lived on this earth for under an hour and went to be with Jesus. We were so incredibly blessed that family and friends dropped what they were doing to come into town to mourn with us. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">My father in law came into town as my mother in law was already. Our family always does way too much to help us when they're in town. I'm sure the plastic hanging baskets full of pinecones are no indication to them as to how much help we need...</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">But, my father in law mowed our lawn and trimmed our bushes while he was here. While trimming the bushes, he accidentally whacked one of the plastic pieces of the basket that was holding it up. John showed it to me the day after and I completely cracked up. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">But, here's reason #48 why you're happy to not be our neighbor, we have left the baskets hanging there STILL. Yes, I'll blame it all on the grief...the grief has just made it impossible to think clearly and I totally would've gotten rid of the now barely hanging plastic basket of classy pinecones. Yep, mmhmm...</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">But, just a few days ago, John and I loaded up the girls for our daily walk and there it was...</span><br /><br />
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<br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">No one in their right mind would ever expect hope to spring up in that flower basket. It had been neglected and forgotten about for years. There had not even been a glimpse of the possibility of a flower for 2.5 years. Even the basket was barely hanging on by the time the flower bloomed. But, even despite the container seemingly falling apart, at least it was still hanging on. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">We are still hanging on. I don't understand how beauty can spring up during the ugliest of situations. I don't understand how all of the surroundings can point to despair, yet hope takes its rightful place. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I can assure you that it was no accident that those tacky plastic hanging baskets have hung full of pinecones for years. This day was coming just for me. That little purple flower spoke volumes of God's beauty, hope, and light in the middle of the darkest of situations. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">We have been praying and will continue to pray that Warner's life would shine the beacon of hope in Christ to a dark and ugly world. And, that little flower has proved just that hope. </span><br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-52516757706741521002013-04-13T17:25:00.001-04:002013-04-13T17:25:54.572-04:00My God GivesWhere was God? <br />
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God was there when my heart shattered on March 24th and I knew Warner was on the way. God held me together as I pictured baby boy sucking his thumb that we had just seen on the ultrasound that morning. God kept me from losing control and missing the one hour we had with Warner. <br />
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A tiny hospital room in the middle of Fayetteville, Georgia, became a sanctuary of God's presence on this Palm Sunday. While the whole rest of the world went about their business, we met our son. We met the son that we prayed fervently to not meet until the summer. And, my Jesus was there. <br />
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He showed up in even more grandeur than He did 2,000 years ago on that first Palm Sunday. No donkeys this year. But, a Savior that was willing to hold us together and carry my son to God. A Savior that, we believe, had His heart broken with us. A Lord that wept with us over what this broken world produces. Infection. <br />
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But, my Jesus reminded the enemy again of where he's headed when all is said and done. Satan didn't win three weeks ago and he's not winning today. And, how he shook with anger at the truth that filled that hospital room, "O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" <br />
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There is a God that intimately loves me, my husband, and all of my children. There is a Savior willing to carry you to God when all of the pieces are just so scattered that you don't feel presentable to a Holy God. <br />
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My Jesus is strong enough to hold you tight when this broken world hurts too much. He never intended for sin and death. But, our God is such a giver in nature that rather than taking away our very hope for life, He gave the very thing I lost 3 weeks ago. His only begotten Son. <br />
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My God does not look at my life wondering what thing He can take away from me to bring Him more glory. Oh my dear friend, on the contrary. My God has such an extravagant love for me that He gives and gives and gives. He's looking into your heart with the intent to give you life and to give it to you abundantly. Don't miss it. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-82452949310425307322013-04-11T22:28:00.005-04:002013-04-11T22:47:12.333-04:00Bold Prayer and the Sovereignty of God<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day we found out we were pregnant with baby Warner, we were so very surprised! For each of our kids, God gave me verses to pray throughout the pregnancy. So, I prayed on the very day we found out that God would give me those verses quickly this time around to help make the pregnancy more real to me. And, He provided quickly with Jeremiah 29:11-13 and little did I know how God prepared me even on December 10, 2012, for our sweet baby boy's life.</span></div>
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-47937586794520175082013-03-31T17:14:00.001-04:002013-03-31T17:14:33.311-04:00Josiah WarnerHere I am! I've been wanting to write a blog this week and frankly just haven't had the time. And, each time I've tried to process what I might want to write, my head has spun. Right now the house is quiet as everyone is asleep. So, looks like it's as good a time as any, even if I have no clue what I'm going to write!<br />
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Sweet baby boy Josiah Warner was born on Palm Sunday, March 24, 2013, at 4:35pm. He was 8.6oz and 9.25in long. He was beautiful and we kept talking about how much he looked like his sisters! He lived for just under an hour and passed away in our arms.<br />
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I never thought I would be holding one of my children as they go to meet Jesus, but it was surprisingly peaceful. Just before he was born, we asked Jesus to come and our room was filled with the Lord's presence. As many of you know, baby Warner's name was originally supposed to be John Warner after his daddy. Right before he was born and we knew he was definitely on his way, we decided to change it to Josiah because it means "The Lord Saves". And, He had. <br />
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Several people have told us that they're sorry for our loss, have shed tears for us, prayed for us, and have said how strong we are for trusting Jesus despite the fact that He didn't heal me or Josiah Warner. But, I feel like we are doing a disservice to God's goodness to not explain what we've known to be true from the second he was born. <br />
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God's healing came on Palm Sunday afternoon. It came in a much bigger and extravagant way than a mere human could try to fit into words. Josiah Warner had a life that, in ways, I'm jealous over. He was born alive and as healthy as can be for 19 weeks gestation. He got to hear his parents voices on the outside, he got to feel our warm snuggles, he felt our tender kisses on his face, he heard us pray Scripture over him as he left a world of such turmoil and entered into a paradise we cannot fathom yet. He only experienced our loving embrace before seeing Jesus in His fullness and I believe telling him that he'd done a good job, His faithful servant. <br />
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How can I stand here and not testify to the miracle that Jesus gave us? Is the sorrow deeper and more painful than I've ever known before? Absolutely. But, I can't help but bow to a God that is infinitely higher than my thinking. He can handle my tears, my sadness, my empty womb. <br />
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Josiah Warner's life has already made an impact on this dark world. How can I not be thankful to be his mommy and for God's miracle? I'm smack dab in the middle of a massive work God is doing. And, while I have my moments of wishing I get to live out my days with a healthy son on earth rather than this road to walk, He has been nothing but faithful. Jesus asked for His cup to be removed and it wasn't. I've prayed to "become like Him in His sufferings" over the past few years. My cup wasn't removed either. Now I'm living in the hope that only God can bring. And, what a glorious hope it is!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-85242633996219577262013-03-13T10:58:00.001-04:002013-03-13T10:58:11.974-04:00Not My Family!We are still so grateful for so many of you praying! John asked for folks to pray Psalm 91 last night and it was so beautiful to see how many of you did. We have been claiming it over baby Warner's life and the power of Scripture is an amazing one. <br />
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As some of you know, I've had the privilege of going around the world to tell people about Jesus. I've always had such a longing for the whole world to know of the power of Christ. I've been in some very dark places. Places where you can physically feel the weight of evil. The darkness is so thick that you can't help but feel it. I've prayed over demon possessed people and watched as the Lord healed (yes, it does still happen). All of that to say, some of the darkest dark I have ever felt come against me is since John and I started our family. <br />
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The enemy attacked our family HARD after Ella was born. Maybe one day I'll go into details, but suffice it to say that John really stood in the gap for our family. And, through the power and grace that the Lord lavished on us, we've been able to stand strong. But, I say that to say, God really gave me a peek into the spiritual warfare that happens over Jesus loving families. I firmly believe that the enemy attacks those families as his number one to defeat. I never would have really understood that until I walked it. <br />
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Yesterday afternoon and then into the night, I could really feel the weight of everything that is currently happening. We have sensed from the beginning of all this that the enemy is even prowling over our unborn child because he knows that our family desires to further the Kingdom. But, last night, the dark got thick. <br />
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I kept handing all the pieces over to the Lord, the only thing I know to do. I continually prayed that the Holy Spirit would intercede on my behalf because I was too weak (and, that is a plug to memorize Scripture, because when you're too weak, the Holy Spirit will pull down deep). <br />
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It's interesting, because in this condition, any rise in my blood pressure can cause us to lose the baby. And, something insane has happened each dadgum day to try and get my blood pressure up! Haha! From toilets exploding out of nowhere to grandmother's passing away to a million other things, I've been able to remain in peace from the Lord. Last night wasn't quite the same story, but God wiped my tears and frustration. He protected sweet baby and gave me the physical rest I needed last night. <br />
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And, it's all because of a husband willing to intercede for his wife and his family while everyone is asleep. In the dark of the night, which could accurately describe the feelings, he prayed Scripture, sung praises to our God, and stood in the gap telling the enemy "Not my family!" We are one blessed family and praises to the God who reigns sovereign despite the enemy's threat to steal, kill and destroy!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-53391942946592695132013-03-10T20:05:00.001-04:002013-03-10T20:05:42.700-04:00MiraclesI am so incredibly humbled and grateful by the outpouring of love we've received this last week and a half. I really can't believe how many people are praying and fervently doing so. Even old friends that I haven't talked to in a long time have reached out to us. We are really so very blessed!<br />
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This has been such a crazy week and a half! Each crazy thing that happens, I'm always still a bit stunned when we get to other side of the road block. Then, the next one comes and I'm a little in shock then, too! And, I sincerely don't mean that in a bad way, just a did-that-really-just-happen kind of way. Barring a whole lot nauseous and severe gallbladder attacks, my pregnancies with the girls were fairly uneventful. So, this is all very new territory!<br />
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I've told some people here and there about the verses God gave me the day we found out I was pregnant. I was a bit in shock (okay, maybe a lot of shock) and even though we were excited, I literally had my gallbladder removed less than 2 weeks before, and it all seemed like a lot at once. Again, let me reiterate that I was excited, but I've never had such a big surprise in my life, haha!! That morning I prayed that the Lord would give me verses to pray over baby (I have verses for each of our babies that God directed me to in each pregnancy), I figured that praying the verses would help make baby feel more real. God didn't waste much time and immediately gave me Jeremiah 29:11-13<br />
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"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart"<br />
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Wow, did He go before us or what?! After our first big scare at 10 weeks, I went straight to those verses and prayed them a thousand times over. I was calling upon Him and I could trust that He was hearing me. God has been incredibly close as we have prayed and sought Him with all of our heart. <br />
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He is teaching me and molding me in a way I hope I don't ever forget. He is showing me that He really, honestly, truly does not harm us. While I've always known the truth that God is for His people and not against them, it's a truth that is taking on flesh for me. He doesn't have an evil plan for us or this baby. No matter what happens all the days of my life, God is good. He is faithful. He hears when we pray. <br />
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In January, after listening to John Piper and Francis Chan at Passion, they each talked about walking into suffering with open arms. I prayed that I would do the same. That I wouldn't waste a trial or suffering handed to me to bear to further the cause of Christ. Oh, that I might become like Him sharing in His sufferings! (Phil 3:9-11)<br />
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After our first big scare and on our way to the OB, I prayed (completely of the Holy Spirit, because Lord knows I would not have on my own) "Lord, if you ask us to walk the darkest valley, I will do it". I even couldn't believe I prayed it and actually meant it. And, found peace in it! I haven't told anyone my little prayer and I've prayed it on the way to each appointment (including our ER visit). <br />
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All I know is that God is good. He's good when He performs the obvious miracles and He's good when by all worldly standards it seems as though He's not around. I'm learning that His grace doesn't just occur when we narrowly missed a bad thing by the work of His hand, but that His grace is in abundance over His believers all. the. time. I'm experiencing His undeniable grace on so many levels. And, thanks in part to so many of you that have prayed! You have been a part of a miracle. And, not just the obvious miracles of our physical lives being spared, but the miracle that is occurring in my faith. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-71868632023698607362013-02-21T14:16:00.001-05:002013-02-21T14:16:59.834-05:00ProtectionAnother little update about our crazy life these days :-)<br />
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Friday night was a little scary in our house. I've come to the conclusion that if something scary is going to happen in this pregnancy, it prefers to take place at the worst time. When you're getting ready for bed is no time for chaos to break loose. But, thankfully, things settled down a few hours later and we were able to get some much needed sleep. I had lots of nightmares that night (I already dream a lot when I'm pregnant), but the Lord was unbelievably gracious and I was able to fall back asleep quickly each time (which, it really was from the Lord because I've battled insomnia this pregnancy and I definitely would've been left wide awake by the dreams). <br />
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One thing that Friday night taught us is a better scope of my boundaries. As I posted before, we went out to celebrate Charlotte's birthday and while I really did sit and avoided doing a lot of lifting and such, I obviously was still walking around more than normal. I was selfishly hoping that all would go well Friday and afterwards so I wouldn't be mostly confined to the house. But, as my doctor said at our last appointment "our bodies give us signs when things aren't working right". And, boy, ain't that the truth. <br />
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As I've laid around, taken it easy, drank a lot of water, stayed on top of my vitamins, and everything else possible to protect this life growing within and my own, I am consistently reminded of God's protection of us through Jesus Christ. I'm doing everything possible to protect this life that doesn't even know it needs protecting. Baby was happily dancing around in the last ultrasound, oblivious to the odds that have already been conquered and potential threats we may fight along the way. I can't help but think of Jesus leaving His most perfect throne in Heaven to fight for us. To protect us. To call us by name as His child. He died for us so that we could claim His protection over us. He protected us before we ever had a clue that we needed protecting. <br />
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I really do believe strongly that baby and I are going to make it out of all this healthy. And, I can honestly say that is only from the Lord. Fear can pervade so easily (especially to someone that *might* tend to be a control freak). I think one of the things the Lord is trying to teach me is how to be still over these next few months. And, how to completely hand over all of the things I do for our family to Him (it's rather easy to feel like you're failing your family when all of a sudden all of the physical things you can do for them has been stripped away). I'm so grateful and humbled that God has chosen our family to refine and teach! I just hope that I choose to listen!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-5474596712784904242013-02-15T18:02:00.004-05:002013-02-15T18:02:58.059-05:00Pregnancy NewsSo, it's been roughly a million years since I've updated this thing! I love reading other people's blogs, but the time for updating my own was one of the things that went out the window after Charlotte was born! I've always missed it and thought that at some point it may happen again and today looks to be the lucky day ;o)<br />
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As many of you already know, we are pregnant again!! Baby is due August 20th and I'm currently 13 weeks along! For those of you keeping track of our circus, that's a month before Ella's third birthday aka we're about to have 3 babies aged 2 and under! Craziness. But, I really do love the idea. Call me crazy, but it honestly sounds like a lot of fun!<br />
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What we haven't told as many people is some of what we've been facing the last 13 weeks and what may lie ahead. At 10 weeks, we really thought we were losing the baby. I don't want to go in graphic detail in any of this stuff, but we were devastated. Of course, it was MLK Day which meant that my doctor's office was closed and I really didn't want to go to the hospital. The next morning, we went to the doctor and baby was great!<br />
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A week and half later we had some further disconcerting signs, so back to the doctor. We heard the heartbeat and determined all was well until we could have a more detailed ultrasound the next week to figure out what was going on. We were given two possibilities that the doctor believed could be happening. We had the ultrasound and it turns out we hit the lottery! I have both complications! Haha, not to take something serious and make it a joke, but I laughed a lot that day. It was like, hmm, so both of these things are <i>fairly </i>rare and I end up with both of them at the same time? Crazy.<br />
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But, ultimately, it means I am on light bed rest and will be in the doctor's office a lot. We are pretty hopeful that miscarriage is off of the table at this point. But, we are the most concerned about the third trimester and what it may hold. We need to keep a close eye on baby's growth and my health at that point. We are extremely confident in our doctor and believe that the Lord has placed me under his care very intentionally. It's all very funny to me because several things happened before all of this that the Lord used to confirm he is the doctor I need to be seeing.<br />
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Today we went to the Children's Museum in Atlanta to celebrate Charlotte's birthday with a family outing. We knew it had lots of places to sit and stretch out for me. But, since coming home from that, my body has made it evident that was a little too much. I'm glad we could escape for just a little bit for our sweet newly one year old, though! But, now we just know my parameters a little better :o)<br />
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God has already been teaching us a lot and we are so grateful He has given us these blessings known as our children. He is gently reminding us that life is fleeting and not one of us is guaranteed any day. Our children are His, not ours, and that is a strangely comforting, yet heart-wrenching thing all at once. How beautiful it is that we don't have to rely on ourselves to do what only God can. Yet, how we think we would be so much better in control! We are such a foolish people. I do hope to post later more on the lessons God is giving us as we walk through this with joy and trust in Him!<br />
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We do covet your prayers and we love you all! Thanks for reading what was hopefully not all over the place, hehe.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-82466953114382986282011-11-14T17:48:00.000-05:002011-11-14T17:48:34.902-05:00Grace Poured OutMost days I feel overwhelmed with the tasks at hand. Most days I question if I can really be the wife and mom that I so desperately want to be for my family. Most days the enemy finds a way to attack my resolve to stand in the gap for my family. Some days I foolishly let him win, and some days I refuse to let him think he has a chance with my family through the great power of the Holy Spirit. <br />
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Then, I have a day like today. A day where the only thing I am overwhelmed with is the grace that God chose me. ME. to be in this family. He chose ME to be the wife of the most amazing man I've ever known. He chose ME to be the mom to a baby in heaven and two precious little girls. It's a beautiful gift and I get to do it. Not anyone else in the whole world gets to be John's wife or these babies mom. <br />
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I come from a broken family. My two main adult influences growing up were my mom and grandmother. Both single women. One from divorce and the other separated by death. I didn't grow up learning Bible verses or about how much God loved me. I don't have any siblings so I have no personal experience regarding Ella and Charlotte's relationship. The list can continue and grow more detailed, but you get the idea. <br />
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Some days the enemy tries to trick me into believing that I have a long list of things that disqualify me from being the prayer warrior wife and mom that is my heart's desire. <br />
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But, today? No, he doesn't get to whisper those lies to me today. Instead, I am choosing to be amazingly overwhelmed with God's grace that He chose me to be the wife and mom in this family. He chose me with all of my junk, my shortcomings, my failures, and my sin. <br />
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I don't deserve to be John's wife and receive the most meaningful, fairy tale style love I've ever had, outside of my relationship with God. I don't deserve to be the one to show TWO daughters how to love the Lord and grow up to be women that bless others. <br />
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But, regardless of what I do or don't deserve, I will spend the rest of my days crying out to the One that lavished this type of grace over my life. May He be glorified through me and the most beautiful family I could have ever dreamed!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-55762784994222960762011-09-19T11:24:00.001-04:002011-09-19T11:43:32.709-04:00Ella is ONE!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On September 11, Ella turned one year old!! Does anyone else feel like that's crazy?! Because, I sure do!</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our new birthday tradition started with<br />
Ella! Every time someone has a birthday<br />
in our little family, the wreath will come out<br />
for the week!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dessert table! All pink desserts (including<br />
the yummy strawberry filled Oreos in the back)<br />
I made the table skirt with various ribbons,<br />
streamers, and tulle. I loved the way it turned<br />
out!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pom-poms! I adored these and had a really hard time<br />
taking them down! A few are in Ella's room now :o)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her birthday banner! I started out making<br />
one idea I had and then changed it to this one!<br />
I really love the way it turned out (even free-<br />
handing each letter, ahhhh!!). The backdrop is<br />
the same as the tableskirt, ribbons, streamer, and<br />
tulle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty pink flowers and ribbons instead of a<br />
table runner!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Garland made from Ella's 1-11month pictures. In between<br />
each picture was a tulle puff as I called them, haha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The favors...Good & Plenty! We liked the idea of the pink<br />
and white candy, so we made up a little tagline to go with it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our family!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Showing off her birthday outfit! The hairbow<br />
and tutu are the same she wore in her 1-11<br />
month pictures.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just love this picture! We let her go to town with the<br />
ribbons and streamers after her party!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On her actual birthday the next day! We went<br />
to church and then the zoo! Here she is with her<br />
Nana (John's mom)</td></tr>
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<div>Ella's birthday was full of such precious moments that I hope we never forget! Including all hands on deck to get everything set up before her big party! I am so glad both John and I's mother's were in town. Plus, John is always such a huge help with stuff like this and I honestly couldn't be more grateful.</div><div><br />
</div><div>In the days leading up to Ella's party and birthday, I continually prayed that she would feel overwhelmed with love by everything that was put into it. And, through our love that she would get even just a small glimpse of God's love for her. That's why we stayed up late making pom-poms or garland or making my crazy table skirt because I had the idea at the last second. And, you know what? I think she did experience some of the depth of the love we have for her. Of course we pray she sees it everyday, but I think her birthday weekend was full of reminders for her!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Thanks everyone that came to the party and of course, our family that helped out SO MUCH!! Our little girl has been the biggest blessing of our lives and thanks for helping us to show her that in a new way :o)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ella Tidbits:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>--We really think she gets sweeter every day! She still has her fiery/strong-willed streak in her, but she has calmed down a whooole lot the last few months. She giggles and smiles and gives kisses now. I just love that little laugh!<br />
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--She is loving her some finger foods! Anything soft, mushy, and dairy-free will be eaten up in a snap! We've actually had to resort back to breaking up her puffs and making even smaller pieces of food than before. Girlfriend likes her food and thinks it's a challenge to shove as much food in her mouth at once as possible. Therefore, after she choked and changed color a couple of times, I decided I would much rather break everything into the smallest pieces for the rest of her life than be a freakazoid that she's going to choke. She has since started to slow down a bit, so maybe we'll try whole puffs and bigger pieces again...maybe :o)<br />
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--No crawling! But, for the first time in her life, she is actually seeming like she might be interested. She's been putting herself on her tummy a lot lately (which has NEVER happened before). She's pumping and sometimes seems like she's about to crawl. But, then she either stops or rolls over, haha. But, regardless, she's been getting around by scooting on her bottom which is hi-lar-i-ous. I've always thought she'd skip crawling altogether, but she may just give it a go!<br />
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--She's still rather hairless. But, her hair is definitely still dark and her eyes are most definitely bright blue. She also has a little curl to her hair during bathtime. Of course, that makes me so happy!<br />
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--Little Miss talks and talks and talks. I really think she believes she is talking in full sentences and telling us stories. She will babble on and on and on. Her most frequent words are: dada, mama, and baba (maybe for the baby brother or sister she will have in February?! Can I get a what, what??)<br />
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--Still taking 2 naps a day (thank you, Jesus! Sickly mama needs her morning nap still, hehe). And, sleeps 11-12hours a night. She's a great sleeper and still loves her crib. We don't take it granted for a second!<br />
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--She is SO girly. Her noises, her squeals, her tone, the way she crosses her legs, the way she holds her hands, etc. She is just the girliest baby I have ever met! You take the pink away from her, and the hairbows and simply by her voice and mannerisms, you would KNOW she's a girl. And, can I tell you something? I totally love it!!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now for some Baby Phillips tidbits:</span></b></div><br />
--This pregnancy has been completely different than my one with Ella. The biggest difference being my sickness level. This first trimester has been what I would assume most women mean to be "bad morning sickness". I throw up, I've lost 2 pounds, smells make me cringe, and all around just feel nauseous 24/7. I have begun to realize that my sickness level with Ella was just flatout not normal. The doctor's weren't kidding, I really did have hyperemesis and it was terrible. With her, I had already lost 10 pounds at this point, not two! With her, I couldn't get food, drink or stomach bile to stay down. Already I am feeling the sickness escape me (not 100%, but definitely getting there!) and with her, I was able to at least function again around 18 weeks. But, I was sick the entire. time. with her! I was very nervous about being sick for another 9 months, since I just went through that. But, it looks like the Lord may just spare me from that this time around!<br />
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--With Ella I was definitely a salt craver, but this time around, I don't seem to be biased toward either, haha! Time will tell which taste I crave more (especially since I am slowly getting to the point where I can eat again!)<br />
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--Today we heard the heartbeat for the first time and it was more difficult on me than I anticipated. If you remember, that's how we discovered we had lost our first baby. Since I didn't know what to expect that first time around, it didn't seem a big deal to me that the doctor kept looking and looking and couldn't find it. Then, couldn't on the portable ultrasound and ultimately nothing on the big ultrasound. I didn't think anything bad was going on until that big ultrasound (because our first ultrasound was just fine). There have been a lot of similarities of this pregnancy with our first baby and that's been hard on me. Then, today came and the doctor had to search for our precious baby's heartbeat. The look on the doctor's face wasn't very reassuring. I felt my whole body go weak and my brain hit overdrive. With the first baby, I had begun feeling much better but just assumed it was because the first trimester was ending. I have also thought the same thing this time around. So, when it took a minute to find the heartbeat, I was immediately back on the table, in my old doctor's office, in Orlando. But, this time, I wasn't naive and thinking everything was fine. Rather, this time, my mind ran right to the worst place in a split second. But, thankfully, he did find the heartbeat and everything was perfect. Nice and strong at 158 bpm.<br />
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It's been a strange day for me so far. Joyful for the life that God is growing within, but sorrowful over what happened almost two years ago now. It's amazing how something similar can take you back so quickly. I'm also sorrowful because hearing Ella's heartbeat for the first time and now this precious baby's were more of relief in the moment rather than abundant joy. But, I was just telling a dear friend today that I think one of the reasons that the Lord allowed us to lose our first baby was to teach me to cherish every single moment of my future children. And, that is what I am choosing to do today.<br />
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I will cherish the fact that my daughter is 11 months old and I love her more than I ever thought imaginable. I will also cherish that the Lord is allowing me to experience pregnancy one more time and Lord-willing, have another precious baby to cause my cup to runneth over even more!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-53576051661994216172011-07-16T20:40:00.000-04:002011-07-16T20:40:10.534-04:00Another Baby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxF3WTECwmhPhfebnA2Xp85gykK5Yf6slyyuclPappp8-E23G1e6sqze34OMSFfWMAMZ6d1QD2ZHsoqCDZY9eJsgHsUDA8TqWNN3ptKA5ZSQUnBG5CVIb5MUr9VN4j8ZXCjbEMqrejWM/s1600/Facebook+Birth+Baby+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxF3WTECwmhPhfebnA2Xp85gykK5Yf6slyyuclPappp8-E23G1e6sqze34OMSFfWMAMZ6d1QD2ZHsoqCDZY9eJsgHsUDA8TqWNN3ptKA5ZSQUnBG5CVIb5MUr9VN4j8ZXCjbEMqrejWM/s320/Facebook+Birth+Baby+2.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Little Miss is about to become a Big Miss! That's right, we are expecting another Phillips baby :o) Ella and our little peanut will be 17 months apart (oh. my. word.) and we couldn't be more excited! More details to come, but we had our first ultrasound yesterday. And, everything looks absolutely perfect! We fell in love with the peanut pretty stinkin' quick and come February, the Phillips house is going to be a little bit cuh-razy. And, weeeee love it!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589424562751989242.post-74920640812129635672011-06-19T11:33:00.000-04:002011-06-19T11:33:53.449-04:00Happy Father's Day, John!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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One of the things I absolutely knew I wanted in a husband was for him to be a great father to our children. And, I can honestly say that John surpasses even my highest hopes for a great dad for my children. He is ridiculously selfless when it comes to caring for me and baby girl.<br />
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He is such a hands-on dad and Ella absolutely loves him for it! He knows I am not a morning person (and, well, he's not either) and eight out of ten mornings, he is the one to get Little Miss up in the morning. He gets her up, snuggles her some, changes her diaper and brings her on downstairs. When we go out to eat and if Ella is not a happy camper, he will insist (despite my tries to intervene) that he can take care of her. He'll let his food get cold or eat one-handed, just so I can get a small break and enjoy some food. If we are headed out, he will always be the one to lug her carseat in and out of the car. He loves wearing her in the baby carrier on walks and out and about. He even made her baby food one evening (steamed sweet potatoes and then pureed them up) because I was a little sleepy.<br />
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</div>All of those things are just a small glimpse into the million little things he does every. single. day. to love on his baby girl and take care of his wife. I am crazy-blessed and have no idea why God gave such a great man to Ella and me!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">John, we love you so much and hope that you have an amazing father's day!!!</span></b></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07107678237231554920noreply@blogger.com0