THE DOCTERS SAID ALL IS WELL! Thank you so much for all of your prayers! I must fly now, but I'll be back to elaborate!
Much love and hugs to all,
Raewyn
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Prayers would be nice...
My mummy had the sharp sensation just before lunch on Friday, and said it felt like my 4 yrd little brother was sitting on her chest. When it didn't go away, she called her doctor and he told her to go to the emergancy room. Yikes. Both she and my dad didn't tell us, but dropped us off at the house with my cousin and her boyfriend. They took us to go see Up - which was amazing btw. GO SEE IT! It is so sweet and beautiful and heartfelt and funny; I teared up twice - and my dad took my mom in.
They ran a test (Catscan? Not sure if that was the one they did), but let her come home yesterday. She went back in this morning for two more tests at 1:00. My dad just called and said that the tests are almost over and they'll be heading home soon. I'm taking that as a good sign, but please keep her in your prayers, as well as Emily, who I believe is going through cancer.
It's these little moments where I remember what Earwen wrote: "We should praise God when things go wrong; not just when things go right!"
Okay, so maybe her exact words were: "But we need to praise God anyway! Then we will shine brighter for Him. It's easy to love God when things are going well, but when the road gets slippery and steep is the time we need to cling to Him and believe in Him and love Him most! When you were little and you tripped, did you push your father and mother away so you could fall, or did you grab their hand to keep from slipping?"
:)
They ran a test (Catscan? Not sure if that was the one they did), but let her come home yesterday. She went back in this morning for two more tests at 1:00. My dad just called and said that the tests are almost over and they'll be heading home soon. I'm taking that as a good sign, but please keep her in your prayers, as well as Emily, who I believe is going through cancer.
It's these little moments where I remember what Earwen wrote: "We should praise God when things go wrong; not just when things go right!"
Okay, so maybe her exact words were: "But we need to praise God anyway! Then we will shine brighter for Him. It's easy to love God when things are going well, but when the road gets slippery and steep is the time we need to cling to Him and believe in Him and love Him most! When you were little and you tripped, did you push your father and mother away so you could fall, or did you grab their hand to keep from slipping?"
:)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
*Two Days Later*
Ok...so perhaps I wasn't able to "post more" on Monday, but I'm posting now! I have to hurry, as dinner is cooking -hot dogs and burgers on the grill - and there's still about two hours of daylight left. :)
The day was spent at a homeschool-moms-book-sale, which was delightful. I got to see many of the mothers, especially Miss Cay; and I found a whole stack of little pocket sized books, many for $1.00, .50, and .25 cents! *cheers* All in all we got about 14 books for $14.50...so I consider the day a sucess. :) I also bumped into one of my "lovely readers", Miss J. Austen Wannabe/Kheagan and we both burst into laughter at the sight of each other, because we had just "discovered" one another in the Blogsphere...I'm over the moon that someone I know in real life reads my blog!
And now dearies, I must leave you! I've been soaking delightedly in the curriculum/bookish way of life all day and am brimming over with inspiration, thanks in part to the lovely Miss Cindy Rushton and her book on the subject, so I'm off to start Notebooking!
I'll pop back in as soon as I can to answer comments - I'm not ignoring y'all, Earwen and Kheagan - I simply must fly! :D
Hugs,
Raewyn
P.S. ....This is the good life...flying on the edge of your seat, living spontaneously, and clacking away at the keys as the kids play outside, knowing that you're about to enjoy a dinner at home with the little ones and the rest of the evening waits for lovely writings and curlings on the couch. :) But I wax poetic....fare thee well!
*sighing-over-the swiftness-of-time-and-realizing-she-has-about-four-years-left-at-home-with-her-precious-family-before-she'll-be-of-age-for-marriage*
The day was spent at a homeschool-moms-book-sale, which was delightful. I got to see many of the mothers, especially Miss Cay; and I found a whole stack of little pocket sized books, many for $1.00, .50, and .25 cents! *cheers* All in all we got about 14 books for $14.50...so I consider the day a sucess. :) I also bumped into one of my "lovely readers", Miss J. Austen Wannabe/Kheagan and we both burst into laughter at the sight of each other, because we had just "discovered" one another in the Blogsphere...I'm over the moon that someone I know in real life reads my blog!
And now dearies, I must leave you! I've been soaking delightedly in the curriculum/bookish way of life all day and am brimming over with inspiration, thanks in part to the lovely Miss Cindy Rushton and her book on the subject, so I'm off to start Notebooking!
I'll pop back in as soon as I can to answer comments - I'm not ignoring y'all, Earwen and Kheagan - I simply must fly! :D
Hugs,
Raewyn
P.S. ....This is the good life...flying on the edge of your seat, living spontaneously, and clacking away at the keys as the kids play outside, knowing that you're about to enjoy a dinner at home with the little ones and the rest of the evening waits for lovely writings and curlings on the couch. :) But I wax poetic....fare thee well!
*sighing-over-the swiftness-of-time-and-realizing-she-has-about-four-years-left-at-home-with-her-precious-family-before-she'll-be-of-age-for-marriage*
Sunday, June 7, 2009
A Day of Rest
As today is Sunday, the title of the post is appropriate and perfectly describes today. :) I'm very grateful to God for such a lovely day, especially with my family. IT was a delightful surprise that this day was as nice as I had hoped it would be.
Usually Sunday gets all the chores/family tasks that we didn't get to on the week, mainly because my dad always has the day off, as we have the blessing of working for Chick-fil-A, a company that always closes for Sunday. And when I say chores, I mean cleaning out the garage, mowing the lawn, decluttering the house, ect. We almost always have a wonderful dinner though, at home or the occasional dinner out at a restaurant. Especially since Mother's Day, when we got my dad his Father's Day present - a grill - so he could cook my mom her Mother's Day present: steaks. ;) And very good, juicy, delicious steaks too!
This morning my parents woke us up early to go to morning Mass. It was a little difficult as we had watched a movie last night, Ghost Town, so we went to bed rather...um, late. Heehee. (In case you're wondering, we enjoyed the movie very much. It was a tad slow in the beginning and it did have one bad word and a scene referring to an inappropriate body part, but we laughed and when the credits rolled we were all smiling contentedly. A note: Ricky Gervais has a very good acting and comedic style, but if you're a fan of, say, a more split-your-side-laughing-uproariously kind of movie this might not be as funny to you, but it was still very good!)
We made it to Mass, only a few minutes late, and were able to sit in one of the pews as 9:00 Mass isn't as crowded as the evening one. It was a bright Sunday morning, the morning light filling the church. Having missed Confession yesterday I did not receive Communion so I simply knelt in the pew when my family went up for Communion, and looked at the crucifix and tried to tell God how much I loved Him and how sorry I was for snapping at my little sisters or talking back to my parents.
And out of that, looking back, He moved my heart to a quiet peace and let me know things were going to okay. I left the church quietly and happy, with a smile on my face, ready to celebrate the day of rest. My dad and Faith, Hope and Andrew (my little sisters and brother) walked around the small square garden that framed the fountain which was very pretty with trees, pink-red blossoms and all sorts of greenery. Then we headed to Wal-Mart, where despite my resolvings to not buy any clothing - even if it is Wal-Mart, I still perfer, in my new more-frugal state of mind, Bargain World, the best thrift store in our town - their selection of light thin pajamas in pretty spring colours of lovely buttercup yellow, rose pink and cucumber green was so tempting I fell to their lure.
This sweet little Eeyore shirt sprinkled with the word "Dreams" was calling me as soon as I saw it. Reflecting on it I realized that I did need another "nightshirt" to wear to bed: that, plus the fact that it was marked down to $3.00 cinched it in my mom's opinion.
Then I spotted this bright cheery Caribbean blue shirt; I loved it so much I wore it as soon as I got home, under my quarter-inch-sleeve grey shirt.
After we got back home, being very hungry as I hadn't had breakfast yet, decided to make my Special Sunday Surprise Breakfast. I love the idea of celebrating a mini-Easter every Sunday as the Church encourages, so I wanted to go all out and make something special for breakfast. Because we had gone to Mass and then Wal-Mart, it was nearly eleven when we got home, and half-past when I finally got a chance to breathe after putting the groceries away. So I opened the newly-stocked fridge and pulled out the strawberries, cranberries, blueberries, the almonds and chopped pecans from my baking cabinet, a whole grain waffle from the freezer...and the half-empty carton of vanilla ice cream. ;)
What followed was one of the best breakfasts/treats...
I got my fruit, whole grains and carbs for breakfast. ;)
It's getting late and bed is calling...in the form of my mom's voice. :) I'll be back tomorrow hopefully with the rest of the day's account.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Merry (Mary) Month of May
Um. Hehehe. Heelio, lovelies. Sorry this is a verrry late update. Again. *grouses* I am amazed that I have seriously not had the opportunity to get on and "grace" you with my wonderful presence! ;) But I've now come to a decision: I'm not going to wait for tons of comments - a selfish and vain reason I slightly used -before I post a new post. In fact, even if it doesn't have ONE comment, I'll still post if I feel one coming on (a post, not a comment, lol..). Er..I'll try.
Very late Happy Mother Day wishes to everyone and their mothers (Regina, Brenda, Cay, Danielle, Charlotte, Annie, Jenny, Helen, and last but not least someone isn't 'technically' a mother, but she is spiritually to me: My Mamma Rose. :)
It was a year ago, in April I believe, when she 'adopted' me and I've never been the same since. I am so blessed to have her as my 'mother' here, on the forum, and in my heart. She is a dear friend, the older sister I never had, and a loving Mamma. So here's to a beautiful Shieldmaiden of Heaven that I am blessed beyond belief to know and love. *hugs* You always inspire me to do the right thing. :)
On a more celebratory note, I hope to have a little Marian teaparty for some sweet younger girls who I'm very fond of, on next Tuesday. I got several lovely idea from Charlotte - isn't she so clever?
Please say a prayer for Clare's grandfather who passed away this week.
Eternal Father, we offer Thee the most Precious Blood of Thy Devine Son, Jesus in union with all the Masses said throughout the world today for all the Holy Souls in Purgatory, for sinners everywhere, for sinners in the Universal Church and those in our own homes and families. Amen.
Very late Happy Mother Day wishes to everyone and their mothers (Regina, Brenda, Cay, Danielle, Charlotte, Annie, Jenny, Helen, and last but not least someone isn't 'technically' a mother, but she is spiritually to me: My Mamma Rose. :)
It was a year ago, in April I believe, when she 'adopted' me and I've never been the same since. I am so blessed to have her as my 'mother' here, on the forum, and in my heart. She is a dear friend, the older sister I never had, and a loving Mamma. So here's to a beautiful Shieldmaiden of Heaven that I am blessed beyond belief to know and love. *hugs* You always inspire me to do the right thing. :)
On a more celebratory note, I hope to have a little Marian teaparty for some sweet younger girls who I'm very fond of, on next Tuesday. I got several lovely idea from Charlotte - isn't she so clever?
Please say a prayer for Clare's grandfather who passed away this week.
Eternal Father, we offer Thee the most Precious Blood of Thy Devine Son, Jesus in union with all the Masses said throughout the world today for all the Holy Souls in Purgatory, for sinners everywhere, for sinners in the Universal Church and those in our own homes and families. Amen.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
I'm A Pile Of Mush Inside
Really, I am. Why? I know so because I nearly melted Monday when I was talking to a dear friend and fellow blogger, Mrs Gibson.
Two of the moms at Co-op have new babies, little darlings Stewart and Nickolas. During lunch earlier that day I had been holding Nickolas, but handed him over to Annie, Mrs Gibson's 7 yrd daughter who was cooing over him. Her older brother Garrett (16) had wandered over and was watching when Nickolas reached out with his chubby little hands and putting on an intent expression, attempted to cross from Annie's arms into Garrett's.
Smiling, Garrett had picked him up and - much like the picture - looked happy to be holding a bouncing baby.
Later on, when Co-op was nearly over, Mrs Gibson and I were sitting cross-legged on the floor in the foyer discussing babies, with baby Stewart on her lap. She mentioned that she wished she had another little baby, and remembering Nickolas earlier, I told her about her son holding the baby.
Miss Cay: *chuckling* "He loves babies. He wishes he could have a little brother. In fact whenever" ( I don't remember if it was her daughter's god-child or her sister's baby - but it was a baby!) "the baby is across the street, he's over there in a flash, playing with baby on the floor!"
Aww.
Really, that's so refreshing and delightful to hear! Honestly, when was the last time you heard of a teenage boy who loves babies and playing with and taking care of them?
Not very often.
Good to know young Catholic homeschoolers still love family and the beauty of life!
Two of the moms at Co-op have new babies, little darlings Stewart and Nickolas. During lunch earlier that day I had been holding Nickolas, but handed him over to Annie, Mrs Gibson's 7 yrd daughter who was cooing over him. Her older brother Garrett (16) had wandered over and was watching when Nickolas reached out with his chubby little hands and putting on an intent expression, attempted to cross from Annie's arms into Garrett's.
Smiling, Garrett had picked him up and - much like the picture - looked happy to be holding a bouncing baby.
Later on, when Co-op was nearly over, Mrs Gibson and I were sitting cross-legged on the floor in the foyer discussing babies, with baby Stewart on her lap. She mentioned that she wished she had another little baby, and remembering Nickolas earlier, I told her about her son holding the baby.
Miss Cay: *chuckling* "He loves babies. He wishes he could have a little brother. In fact whenever" ( I don't remember if it was her daughter's god-child or her sister's baby - but it was a baby!) "the baby is across the street, he's over there in a flash, playing with baby on the floor!"
Aww.
Really, that's so refreshing and delightful to hear! Honestly, when was the last time you heard of a teenage boy who loves babies and playing with and taking care of them?
Not very often.
Good to know young Catholic homeschoolers still love family and the beauty of life!
Monday, March 16, 2009
There and back again: thoughts on being sixteen and Lent
*giggles* Weeeeeeeell....since I've been noticeably threatened by Judi if I don't update at ONCE, here goes. :)
So. March has come, February is over and I, it might be worth mentioning, am now sixteen. A funny thought, and one that stuck me with more humor recently when I was re-reading the more recent entries in my diary.
"February 2, 2009: 'It's nearly two in the morning and I just realized that I don't think I'll ever stop writing Cor and Emma' -the main characters in my book. 'It's a strange thought, even stranger - lol...well, not quite - than the fact that I'll be sixteen in six days.
'It's really ridiculous - the thought of me being sixteen: able to drive. I have no idea why I'm so excited for my birthday but I'm so not ready to be sixteen - it's like I want to stay fifteen. *sniff* Fifteen's a perfectly good age...what's so wrong with fifteen?!
'Ha, there you go. Further proof I'm not ready -I'm being melodramatic.'"
A few days later. (--Keep in mind this is my true coherent self at nearly midnight)
"Well, it's my last day as a fifteen year old; I'll be sixteen in 56 minutes.
Wow.
Where did the days go?'"
And then after that, I get a little nostalgic, musing on my girlish dreams and hopes that only a fourteen yrd girl can have. :)
Just in case you're wondering, Disney World was a blast. :D I loved every minute of it and I can't wait to go back. I think in terms of my family, it was the most magical it could have been! It wasn't very rainy; we mostly had sunny, sunny weather which was nice but a nuisance when it got hot. Oh well, at least it wasn't August.
Now that we're back home and in the middle of Lent, it's been incessantly rainy over here, which I'm over the moon about, as I love grey, rainy, melancholy days! My co-workers and family don't seem to share my affection for such weather, but I'm pleased as a cat that are seasons finally seem to be in order and March is behaving as expected: "Rushing in like a lion." I hope it comes out like a lamb for Easter.
This Lent is the first that I'm trying to make a real effort. A prayer book expressed the meaning of this liturgical season wonderfully, explaining that we all promise God to do better, to sin no more and that we will love Him as we should. Then, so soon after Christmas we slip and fall into our sins again despite our promises.
So God, in His Infinite Mercy, gives us the season of Lent to "go for forty days into the desert" and do penance and fast that we might prepare for Easter: the Resurrection of Our Lord, Jesus. :)
I had never thought of it that way and was humbled and reminded once again that our God truly is perfect. The Creator that has fashioned the world, formed us in our mothers' wombs and created even the smallest creatures with a purpose, has even designed a time of repentance for His Children, when they fell from grace. :) It's rather a lovely thought, isn't it?
So. March has come, February is over and I, it might be worth mentioning, am now sixteen. A funny thought, and one that stuck me with more humor recently when I was re-reading the more recent entries in my diary.
"February 2, 2009: 'It's nearly two in the morning and I just realized that I don't think I'll ever stop writing Cor and Emma' -the main characters in my book. 'It's a strange thought, even stranger - lol...well, not quite - than the fact that I'll be sixteen in six days.
'It's really ridiculous - the thought of me being sixteen: able to drive. I have no idea why I'm so excited for my birthday but I'm so not ready to be sixteen - it's like I want to stay fifteen. *sniff* Fifteen's a perfectly good age...what's so wrong with fifteen?!
'Ha, there you go. Further proof I'm not ready -I'm being melodramatic.'"
A few days later. (--Keep in mind this is my true coherent self at nearly midnight)
"Well, it's my last day as a fifteen year old; I'll be sixteen in 56 minutes.
Wow.
Where did the days go?'"
And then after that, I get a little nostalgic, musing on my girlish dreams and hopes that only a fourteen yrd girl can have. :)
Just in case you're wondering, Disney World was a blast. :D I loved every minute of it and I can't wait to go back. I think in terms of my family, it was the most magical it could have been! It wasn't very rainy; we mostly had sunny, sunny weather which was nice but a nuisance when it got hot. Oh well, at least it wasn't August.
Now that we're back home and in the middle of Lent, it's been incessantly rainy over here, which I'm over the moon about, as I love grey, rainy, melancholy days! My co-workers and family don't seem to share my affection for such weather, but I'm pleased as a cat that are seasons finally seem to be in order and March is behaving as expected: "Rushing in like a lion." I hope it comes out like a lamb for Easter.
This Lent is the first that I'm trying to make a real effort. A prayer book expressed the meaning of this liturgical season wonderfully, explaining that we all promise God to do better, to sin no more and that we will love Him as we should. Then, so soon after Christmas we slip and fall into our sins again despite our promises.
So God, in His Infinite Mercy, gives us the season of Lent to "go for forty days into the desert" and do penance and fast that we might prepare for Easter: the Resurrection of Our Lord, Jesus. :)
I had never thought of it that way and was humbled and reminded once again that our God truly is perfect. The Creator that has fashioned the world, formed us in our mothers' wombs and created even the smallest creatures with a purpose, has even designed a time of repentance for His Children, when they fell from grace. :) It's rather a lovely thought, isn't it?
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