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Apparently February got away from me …

Apparently February got away from me …

I’m sure I meant to blog in February. I started a post for two in my draft folder and I wrote PLENTY of posts in my head … but I never sat down and actually typed the words out like I intended to do. I did take a girls trip, spoke here and there and watched lots of swimming. It was Brittany’s last run at state and I was not missing a moment of it.

Something BIG did happen in February though. Brittany decided (finally!) that she was going to attend Texas A&M in the fall. Everyone but Caroline (who refers to A&M as the “other college down the road”) is excited about it. And actually I think even Caroline is glad Brittany will be in Texas next year.

The way she came to her decision had God’s fingerprints all over it. One of my favorite life verses is Psalm 73:28 that says “But as for me, it is good to be near God.  I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge. I will tell of all your deeds”. I put a date by that verse in my Bible to remember to “tell of His deeds” and so when the Lord does something SO OBVIOUS, I feel like I should share.

From the time the college decision process began I have prayed for two specific things for Brittany …. wisdom for her decision and peace with what she decided. I never prayed about a specific school and told her often that I knew wherever she went she would thrive. She just had to decide.

The day that applications opened she began applying and had her eye on two schools the entire time, Texas A&M and Auburn. We flew to  Auburn one week for an official tour (AND WHAT A STORY IT WAS ….. from me telling Brittany Georgia was so dark because it had so many trees and then miles and miles later realizing Georgia was so dark because I didn’t have the car’s headlights on to BARELY, and I mean BARELY making our flight back to Houston because we (I) forgot to factor in the hour time change between Atlanta and Auburn). In spite of all the crazy, we really enjoyed our visit.


We got back on a Wednesday and on Friday Brittany was going to College Station for the weekend.  She had football tickets for the Ole Miss game and was looking forward to comparing the two schools.  The Friday she was leaving to go she checked her portal and saw she was admitted to A&M.  She was thrilled (and by thrilled I mean she was shaking like a leaf and her smile spread across her face so brightly).  I’ll never forget her excitement.

She had a great weekend and then began to ponder her decision. She made a list of pros and cons, talked to others and to us about what she was going to do and truly seemed to grow more confused as the days went on. She wanted to decide by Christmas but that didn’t happen.  The days were dragging to weeks and months.  We asked her if she needed to go for another look and even took a trip back to College Station.

Still no decision.

I knew she wanted to decide and continued to pray my same prayer, wisdom and peace.  I began to wonder how and when she was ever going to make her decision. And I prayed some more.

And God is SO very faithful.

You see, Brittany left a day before we did to head to Austin for the swim meet. I called her and told her we had decided to stay for the weekend so we could go to church with Caroline on Sunday.  She told me what clothes to bring her and we booked a room for two nights.

The morning of the meet we came back up to our room after breakfast and I asked Bill if he thought we should pack up and move to a hotel closer to campus since we’d be spending time with Caroline.  He agreed and we quickly packed up the room.  I was shocked even at the time that Bill was ok taking the extra time to pack up as we were hurrying to the swim meet, but we did it.

After the meet we went to a late lunch and then went to Caroline’s to hang out.  Brittany took a nap, Bill worked and Caroline and I went to the grocery store to fill her empty shelves.  About an hour later we were debating whether we’d be hungry enough for dinner or only dessert.  We decided on dessert and as we were preparing to go Brittany said she was SO tired and asked if we could please go home.  I was initially against it because I so wanted to go to Caroline’s church but after much discussion we decided it was best for us to head on home.

But first dessert. It was SO good!

We got home late but it was good to sleep in our own beds.

After church the next day we went to lunch and talked about all kinds of things. After we had eaten Brittany casually (as is her style) mentioned that her class had not had a Sunday School lesson that day. She said instead they went around the group of girls and shared their favorite verse and what was going on in their lives.

She told about her college decision struggle and said she just wasn’t sure about where to go and said a few reasons why she was struggling.  Her teacher stopped her at this point and said something like this  … “Brittany, there is something I need to say to you.  I’m not being rude but you need to hear this. You are basing your decision on where to go to college based on other people and you need to go where you feel like you are supposed to go and not let other people influence your decision”. (I’m sure it was actually stated much better than I just paraphrased it there). Brittany then stopped her story here and said … “And based on what my teacher said to me today I’ve decided that I am going to go to Texas A&M in the fall”.

We could NOT believe it.  Did we hear her correctly?  I asked …. “did you just announce a college decision?”.  She said “yes” and there were big smiles and maybe even a tear or two from her dad.

And as we sat there celebrating her decision I realized God had answered my prayer.

The WISDOM that her teacher imparted to her gave her the PEACE that she needed to make her final decision.

On the way home from lunch I said to anyone who was listening … “I sure am glad we came home last night”.

I think about how crazy it was that we did.  We could have been in Austin and missed it. We could have stayed in the hotel a second night. Brittany’s Sunday School teacher could have prepared a lesson but instead felt led to ask the girls about what was going on in their lives. I fully believe God orchestrated all of it to give Brittany what she needed.

Wisdom and Peace.

Gig ’em!

 

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It’s not you, it’s me ….

It’s not you, it’s me ….

I really don’t understand why cooking has to be so hard. Take for example the crock pot. Why do you have to plug it in? Is it not enough to just turn it on? I can’t begin to tell you the number of times I’ve smugly thought to myself … “Won’t my family be so happy when they come home tonight and smell the deliciousness of dinner wafting through the air as they walk in the door?”.  And then, as if it wants to bring shame to my name, when I go to take the lid off our dinner, I discover it’s sitting in the pot exactly like I left it, uncooked.

Just last week I tried a new crock pot recipe for Mongolian Beef.  I remembered to buy the ingredients and when I put it in the crock pot I remembered to turn it on AND plug it in.  Miracles abound!  But what I forgot was that I needed to put the food IN the crock pot earlier in the day.  (Again, this is another reason why crock pots are tricky … I don’t think about dinner at 10 am or 2 pm or however many hours before I need dinner. I think about crock pots when I start to realize it’s almost dinner time).  The recipe said to cook for 5-6 hours on low or 3-4 hours on high.  I realized a little before 5 that I forgot to start it but I thought it would be ok. I’d cook it on high and whisper encouragingly to it … “hurry, hurry” … while it was cooking.

Turns out the “hurry, hurry” command is really more of an insta pot thing. Much to my dismay, 2 1/2 hours later (which was the absolute very longest I could stave off my family before mutiny ensued), I called them to the table.  It looked ok and smelled pretty good.  As they scooped the meat out we realized the pieces which had cooked on the outside of the crock pot had cooked but were pretty tough. Poor Brittany got a piece from the middle that was not thoroughly cooked and when she screamed “THERE IS COW’S BLOOD ON MY PLATE!!!”  … well let’s just say I knew who was going to be having a bowl of cereal for dinner.

Anyway, a few days after the cows blood debacle I decided I could use some help from professionals so I ordered up a “Hello Fresh” delivery.  I had a $30 coupon and a friend had told me she really liked it for her family.  She showed me her box and how “Hello Fresh” sent the meat and spices and just everything you could possibly need for your meal.  Plus they included step by step instructions for exactly how to make your dinner. (One thing I’ve realized about myself since I started seeing recipe videos online and cookbooks with pictures in them is that I am clearly a visual learner.  Maybe things would have turned out differently in my kitchen if, when I got married, all the recipes in cookbooks had come with beautiful step by step pictures to guide me).

So I thought … “well, my goodness, Hello Fresh buys the food, delivers the food and shows you how to make it!”.  What could possibly go wrong?

And well, the first thing to go wrong was that I placed my order to be delivered on 1/17.  I thought that meant it would arrive on 1/17 in the afternoon and when my family saw my cooking WITH SPICES and OLIVE OIL and ALL KINDS OF THINGS that I don’t normally cook with they would rise up and call me blessed.  I knew Bill would praise my name at the city gate. There would be great rejoicing.

But it didn’t happen that way because the food was delivered at 6:30 pm.

Here’s the deal … Bill calls home pretty regularly late in the afternoon and says “What’s for dinner?”.  (Sometimes I feel badly about the hopeful optimism I hear in his voice). Because he loves me and God loves me when I (fairly regularly) say … “I don’t know, I meant to go to the store …  do you just want to go out” he usually says “sure”.  (Step back ladies, he’s taken).

But this day, well I thought this day was going to be different.

I thought he would call and I would tell him the name of a very fancy recipe (which means it had more than three ingredients). I thought all would be well. All manner of things would be well. But when he called and asked what we were having for dinner I had to reply “well, what we were supposed to have” … and that’s as far as I got before he started to laugh.  I’m telling you, he’s lived with this for a long time.  (Have I ever mentioned the time when we were first married and I thought it would be fun to cook manicotti together?  The recipe called for a clove of garlic and did you know a clove is only ONE of those little pod things?  We reeked of garlic FOR DAYS and had to throw the manicotti out and go to Wendy’s.  Like I said, Bill is used to me starting sentences about cooking with “Well, it was supposed to be … “).

Anyway, I had to tell him that I was throwing together plan B which always means pasta.  All the while I could not believe that even when I brought in professional help I still didn’t have a meal to serve.

So just as the timer for the pasta went off the doorbell rang and there was my big “Hello Fresh” box.

Well Hello Fresh.

The box had such high expectations. It said we were going on a delicious adventure. I thought that might be a stretch.

I was super excited to try the first recipe so I read the brochure and studied the pictures.  The recipe was for “Juicy Apple Pork Burgers”.  I have to be honest here and tell you that I didn’t even know a pork burger was a thing.  I knew of hamburgers and turkey burgers but now I know … pork burgers want a place at the table too.

The box contained everything.  I sliced the potatoes, peeled the rosemary off the stalk and tossed it with olive oil and put them in the oven.  And isn’t this the cutest bottle of balsamic vinegar you’ve ever seen?

Step two was to core an apple which did not go well so I ended up with apple slices.  Then it said to grate the apple and THERE WERE NO PICTURES OF THIS STEP.  Not that I really needed them but that just seemed weird to grate an apple … I mean who does this?  But I tried it and followed the directions when it said to wring out all the excess moisture over the sink … and I added those grated apples and a little more rosemary to the pork and we were set.

The recipe said to add a little olive oil to the pan and heat it and then cook the burgers for 4-5 minutes on each side.

I made it about two and a half minutes before the smoke alarm started going off.

Of course that doesn’t scare anyone in my house because basically it just means “mom’s cooking” … but still, it’s so loud.

I tried adding more oil to the pan while I fanned the smoke detector and turned on the vent over the stove.  (Why is cooking so hard?! This step was not in the pictures!).

One thing I want to add here is that I was a little disappointed that the meal they sent me was burgers because I was hoping for something a little fancier, more elegant maybe.  But perhaps they did a little research and felt that burgers fit my cooking capabilities and picked it for me.

We sat down and it was moment of truth time.  Would they like the pork burgers?  Would anyone notice they were pork?  What if I grated the apple wrong?  Turns out I had nothing to fear.  They weren’t bad at all.  Good actually.  Bill did say he would have rather had a hamburger instead of pork but I reminded him that pork is the “other white meat” and he let it go.

And then today I got the survey wondering how we liked it, how things went … and I just didn’t have it in my heart to tell them about the smoke alarm.  But should Hello Fresh happen to see this, please know … it’s me, not you.

And one last “I couldn’t make this up if I tried” thing to note.  The other recipe they sent me? It’s for MONGOLIAN BEEF. (hahaha!)

Of all the recipes in the world!! They want me to stir fry it so fingers crossed it goes better than the Crock Pot.

If not there is always a bowl of cereal.

 

 

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What about her?

What about her?

Today was my first speaking engagement of 2017. I was super excited about it and loved having the opportunity to share with a group of mothers of preschoolers. As I was waiting to turn into the parking lot I watched wistfully as the mothers crossed the street taking their young children into the school. Some were pushing strollers, some had their sweet ones perched on their hips and many were squeezing tightly on to chubby little hands. Some moms were dressed for the gym and others for work.  I’m sure many had their errands planned for their next few hours of precious freedom.

As I looked at them I thought back to when I was in their shoes. For me it was usually a mad dash to get my kids to school on time with their nap mats and lunch bags in hand. Often we would remember on the way to school that it was show and tell day and I’d tell them to look around the car for a “treasure” … and more times than not we found one. (McDonald’s Happy Meal Toys for the win … don’t judge).

There were always mothers dressed in the cutest and most current outfits with their hair looking salon perfect. I would wonder how they did it. I mean, truth be told, part of the reason my kids were going to school was so I could go home and actually shower in peace.

Walking in this morning, nine years since my last preschool drop off,  was no different. The first woman I saw had on the most fabulous pink sweater I think I have ever seen. Everything about her seemed perfect … and that same question/feeling swept over me … “Why can’t I be like her?”.

What it comes down to really is a comparison game. I was comparing myself to her. And as much as I have read about how much social media sites such as Facebook and Instagram are contributing to the rise of the comparison trap …the game is not new. In fact it’s a “tale as old as time” as Disney would say.

Perhaps it started in the Garden of Eden. Eve was told she could enjoy everything in the garden “except” the forbidden fruit. But Eve wanted what she couldn’t have … and when the serpent convinced her that eating it would make her like God, she believed him. In verse five the serpent says … “For God knows when you eat from it your eyes will be opened and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

She wasn’t content in her situation. She wanted something more. She wanted to be the girl who could have ALL the fruit.

Later in the New Testament Peter and John were walking along the beach. Peter was talking with Jesus and stopped and pointed to John and said … “Lord, what about him?” (John 21:21) . How often do we feel that exact same way? We want to point to someone else’s situation and say .. “well what about her?”. Why does her life seem so perfect? Why do her kids obey?  Why does she get to go on that trip? The list can go on and on.

C.S. Lewis famously said … “Comparison is the thief of joy” … and yet over and over we allow ourselves to get robbed of our  joy and peace. Because we want what another has or we want to be like someone we aren’t or have what they have … we miss resting in the contentment that Christ alone provides.

I love Philippians 4:11 where Paul (who was sitting in jail at the time!) said … “I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want”. And then … drumroll please, he states the secret of being content in verse 13 when he says… “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength”.

That’s is, that’s the secret. Christ . He alone can give us strength to be content in our circumstances. And when we are content we don’t have to compare.  God created us, He knows our situations and our circumstances and He wants us to keep our eyes on Him, not others.

So back to my morning … I began to laugh as I continued to watch the moms file into the building with their babies. This sweet group of moms asked me to come share … not about how to get everything done, how to get their children to obey or the best and newest ideas in parenting … no, they asked me to come and share my real life mishaps and mess-ups. The longer I thought about it, the funnier it became. It is hilarious really that God can use even our imperfections for His glory. The things I used to compare myself about all those years ago now He is using to encourage others.

Things are never going to be perfect.  We are never going to be perfect. But  we know the perfect one and He  knows everything about us and our situations.

I have a sign on my desk that says “Live imperfectly with great delight”.  I love that thought. Despite the fact that things may not be as we wish… we can live with delight.

Sounds like a pretty good plan to me.

 

 

 

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Five Seconds of Christmas, The Shepherds

Five Seconds of Christmas, The Shepherds

The shepherds are such a fun geoup of guys!  One minute they are “sore afraid” and the next minute they were saying “Let’s go see this King!”. They didn’t even hesitate, they were all in.  Listen in as we continue to look for Jesus this Christmas season.

 

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Five Seconds of Christmas, The Innkeeper

Five Seconds of Christmas, The Innkeeper

Sometimes we blow it big time.  I imagine the innkeeper in Luke 2 felt that way.  The King of the world could have been born in his inn and yet he told them he didn’t have room.  But God always has a plan … and works the plan in spite of us.   Listen in …

 

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Five Seconds of Christmas

Five Seconds of Christmas

When we moved into our current house we began packing for the move as we packed up our Christmas stuff from the previous year.  My husband wanted to make sure we didn’t lose the baby Jesus that went in our nativity scene so he packed it up in some tissue paper and hid it so well that we couldn’t find it for two or three years.  We searched EVERYWHERE.  At some point I told Bill … “maybe that’s the point, maybe we are supposed to keep looking for Jesus”.

I’ve made some videos called “Five Seconds of Christmas” to help us (me) look for Jesus throughout this BUSY holiday season.  Things get so busy and so crazy .. and we need to intentionally make time (look for) for Him.  Today we start with Mary.  If the video isn’t showing you can access it here:  https://youtu.be/U18Q2v9jh4M

 

 

 

 

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So, let’s catch up …

So, let’s catch up …

My goodness!  Where does the time go?  One minute I was blogging and the next minute I was trying to remember what my password was because it had been so long since I had last posted.  I don’t have any kind of explanation for where I’ve been except … life.

As they say …. life happens.  7th grade football season came and went and Jacob has now moved on to basketball. We made a few college visits with Brittany and watched her swim in some swim meets. We’ve been to Austin to see Caroline and had her here twice (briefly!) as she interviewed for summer internships (she got one!!).  Savannah is always busy doing something new and had her first guitar lesson tonight. We went to Arkansas for Thanksgiving which was a blast and believe it or not Bill just told me today that I had logged more airline miles than him this year going to speaking events.

So yes, life. Grateful and enjoying each moment.

I did want to touch base quickly because starting tomorrow is “5 Seconds of Christmas” which I will be posting throughout December.  That reminded me that I never posted “5 Seconds of Fall”.  There was only one video called “Palms Up” and you can view it here:

 

 

More blogs to follow.  Hope you will follow along with “5 Seconds of Christmas” as we “Look for Jesus”.

 

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So I choked on a piece of lettuce

So I choked on a piece of lettuce

I may very well be the only person on the face of the earth who could injure their larynx  eating a salad.

Not even kidding.

The doctor actually wrote down “injured larynx/vocal cords due to choking on lettuce” in my chart.  I had to go to the doctor because I sounded like a robot.  I could not make it better either.  I tried being quiet for several days … barely spoke at all which is HARDER than it sounds (get it, haha .. being silent is harder than it SOUNDS) but nothing brought my voice back to normal.

First of all you should know that I eat salads VERY slowly.  I don’t know why but everyone is always finished eating before me when I order a salad.  Bill, Brittany and I had gone to College Station to do a quick campus visit at Texas A&M and on the way home we grabbed a quick salad.  They had finished and maybe I felt like I had to hurry or maybe I laughed, who knows …. I really don’t know what happened but I had a crazy coughing/choking fit.  For a minute I thought this might be how it all ended for me…. right there in McAllister’s restaurant.  Thankfully I recovered only to realize my voice was drastically changed.  And it stayed that way for days.

I’m happy to report I’m back to normal now and am free and clear to talk as much as I want.

Can you hear me now?  (haha)

So before all that happened, September was THE busiest month in forever.  I was out of town every single weekend.  There are a million stories to tell.

We spent Labor Day in Arkansas taking Brittany to visit the University of Arkansas.  A friend had some football tickets so Brittany, Bill and Jacob got to enjoy the game.  If you haven’t called the Hogs at a football game you really haven’t lived.

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We stopped back by Lake Hamilton on the way home and celebrated September birthdays.

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The next weekend I flew to Birmingham to speak at Mountain Brook Baptist Church’s Women’s Fall Kick Off Event.  I checked in for what I thought was my 9 AM flight only to find out I had actually booked it for 9 PM.  The event was at 5:30 which means I had a HUGE problem.  There was one seat left on a 1:00 flight that was SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS.  I stepped away for a minute to see if any other airlines had flights going that would get me there in time (and to compose myself!) and would cost less and found none.  I walked back up to the counter minutes later to purchase the $750 ticket.  I was SO SAD that I was using our family’s money for my stupidity.  The agent told me the seat had since sold and the seat was no longer available.  I immediately asked Siri how long it would take to DRIVE to Birmingham but she emphatically told me I wouldn’t make it.  I asked to speak to a United manager and she said there was nothing she could do.  Flight was now oversold.

That was it.  Over and finished.  United Airlines said “sorry, see ya later”.

You have to know that at this point I was OUT LOUD praying for a miracle.

Thankfully God is IN THE MIRACLE BUSINESS.  I was defeated and had no idea what to do short of buying an airplane.  Then the lady who had checked me in that morning came back from break.  I told her what had happened and she said “let me check”.  She made a phone call and I kept hearing her say “you are so kind, thank you” to the person on the other end of the phone.

When she got off she said “you have a seat” and I started praising Jesus OUT LOUD.  At this point $750 seemed like a small price to pay to my speaking engagement.  I handed her my credit card and instead of saying “$750 she said $75.  SEVENTY FIVE dollars (change fee) was all I had to pay.  Thank you Jesus!  When it was time to board they announced that the flight was oversold and they were offering people $1000 to take a later flight … it was crazy.   I completely believe Jesus opened up that seat for me and hopefully somewhere, someone is enjoying their $1,000 United voucher.

It was a great event!

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I also spent a FUN weekend celebrating my dad’s 80th birthday and my mom’s 77th birthday at my sister’s house in Mandeville, LA.  We went to Commander’s Palace for lunch and had THE BEST DAY!  It was a wonderful memory making weekend that I will cherish.

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The next weekend I spoke at a church in the Woodlands and it was a fun, nearby getaway.  I made it back late Saturday afternoon so I got to see Savannah and Brittany off to their Homecoming dance.

Speaking of Savannah, this was her SWEET 16 birthday.  She is a joy to celebrate.

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Somewhere in there I squeezed in a few days at a lake house in Austin with some Longhorn moms and a long weekend trip to Eagle Mountain Lake with my “Hilltop Honey” friends.  Bill went to New York where (hysterically) he met James Corden of carpool karaoke fame and got to be in a skit with him at the NYSE which will air sometime in February.  He’s a total star.  And of course I mean Bill.

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So between all the travel and THE LETTUCE incident it’s been a busy few weeks.

I’m looking forward to things slowing down and if (when) we eat out, I’m totally ordering a burger.

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So that …

So that …

One spring morning as I sat at a stop light taking our then seventh grade daughter, Caroline, to school, she said … “Mom, when I close my left eye I can’t see anything”.

I thought maybe I had misunderstood her so I asked … “what did you just say?”  She said it again … “when I close my left eye I can’t see anything”.

“Anything?”

“Nothing” she said … “totally black”.

I calmly told her I would call the eye doctor when I got home while silently letting my mind wander to all the things I thought could be causing this problem.

The appointment was scheduled quickly and it wasn’t long before I was sitting in a doctor’s office where I was told Caroline was completely blind in one eye. There was a big, long word for what her condition was called. I remember hearing things the doctor was saying … “retina detached”, “nothing can be done after the age of 12”, etc….  but none of the doctor’s words were making sense in my mind that day.

It didn’t seem real.

Caroline played volleyball and  basketball … how had we missed this?

In elementary school the nurse sent home a note suggesting we take Caroline for an eye exam, and we did, but somehow she memorized the eye chart while reading it with her good eye. She was afraid to tell anyone about the bad eye. The doctor passed her and said “no problems”.

And yet there we sat, two or three years later, pleading with doctors to help us find a way for her to see again.  We researched websites, read articles and got second opinions.  Each time we were told … “there is nothing that can be done.  Protect her good eye”.  They gave encouragement about how the brain would compensate for the blind eye.

We started to see it … she had no peripheral vision.  I remember her asking a doctor … “can I still play volleyball?” and him replying “I don’t know why you would want to do that.  It will be very challenging but it’s better than basketball since there will be less risk that your good eye will take an elbow”.

And with that she signed up for high school volleyball tryouts.

Caroline made the team and for four years played middle blocker.  This position worked perfectly for her because balls came directly at her.  The balls that came from the side … she couldn’t see them coming. She never told the coach about her eyes.  Sometimes Bill and I wondered if we should tell someone but Caroline wouldn’t hear of it.  During her junior year the coach found out … I’m still not sure how.  During her senior year that same coach nominated Caroline for a city wide award for courageous athletes.  Although she didn’t win, it was a huge honor to be nominated.

Sometimes I forget about her eyes not working the way mine do.  Other times I remember and so wish I could fix it for her.

In John 9 there is a story of a blind man.  The disciples asked Jesus “who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”  I guarantee his parents had been wondering the same thing … “why did this happen to our son?”.  Then Jesus replied …”Neither. This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him”.

And that’s the thing … God uses all of us.  The blind, the broken …. we all have “defects” but God has a plan and a purpose for each of us.  Our purpose is to glorify Him.  It’s something I pray over my children all the time … that they would glorify God in all they say and do.

Not too long ago I was thinking about how I wished things were different for Caroline.  LITERALLY at that very moment,  I saw a picture of her that I had not seen before from her summer travels.  It was from her adventure at Victoria Falls in Africa.  She and some friends had hiked up to the top of the falls and came upon a rainbow.  This was the picture I saw:

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There was my child sitting smack dab in a rainbow.  I thought it was one of the most amazing pictures I had ever seen.  How could I ever doubt the faithfulness of God?!  He reminded me right there, in that moment, that He fulfills His promises.  Beautiful promises.  And I had a picture of my child in a rainbow to prove it.

“God continued, ‘This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and everything living around you.  I’m putting my rainbow in the clouds, a sign of the covenant between me and the Earth.  From now on, when I form a cloud over the Earth and the rainbow appears in the cloud, I’ll remember my covenant between me and you and everything living, that never again will floodwaters destroy all life.  When the rainbow appears in the cloud, I’ll see it and remember the eternal covenant between God and everything living, every last living creature on the Earth.”  Genesis 9:12-16

I’m so thankful for God’s promises.

And thankful for rainbows that remind us of His promises.

And if you look really closely at this pic you can see a double rainbow. God truly does more than we could ask or imagine!

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One day Caroline will see with both eyes … but until that day my prayer for her (and all my children) is that God will use her to bring glory to Himself.

And we will both keep looking for rainbows.

PS  Her sisters made a video of some of her trip pictures.  You can see it here:  

 

 

 

 

 

 

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