A Stable Beginning

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Meet me in the stairwell…

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11th, 2001.

Neither will I...

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Good-bye." I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."

I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now."

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.

Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name - though not all know Me...Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.

Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; "Come to Me...this way...take my hand."

Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do.

However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

September 11th, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you.

But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go."

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

Remember: I love you…
God

Written by: Stacey Randall

I remember where we were that day and we will never forget…

I saw this posted over at Renee’s blog Life with My Special K’s and knew that I wanted to share it with you all too.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Dear Grandma ~12 month stats

Hi Grandma-Great! That’s what sisters have been calling you, well that and Great Mamma. Which one do you like best because I am working on saying “mamma” now. I went to the doctor’s yesterday and had my 12 month check up. Want to know how much I weigh? Do you, really?!?

A whopping 15 lbs 2 ozs and 26 1/2 inches!!! But Mommy suspects a couple of those ounces are from the cupful of juice I had before being called back. Dr. Janice and and my favorite nurse, Cindy, were so thrilled and even shocked a bit that I could walk. So I wowed them even more and showed them how I can walk backwards.

I saw a tiny baby in the waiting room and I admit I tried to attack him. I thought he was a baby doll like we have at home. I like playing babies with Montana, even though sometimes she takes my Ruby. My day at the doctors ended with me getting 3 shots in my left leg, which I was not too happy with Nurse Cindy about. And she had to prick my big toe twice to check my blood count,TWICE! I did get a pretty Band-Aid for my toe, though but I took it off on the way home and tried to eat it. Mommy caught me at a red light an snatched it out of my hand, she’s got some good reflexes, that Mommy of mine.

Sisters are having fun doing school. I like to take the dry erase markers and run, they chase me every time, it’s a fun game! One day I colored on the wall with a highlighter, I thought it was pretty, Mommy not so much. Sunday I am going to my NICU reunion, I get to go see the doctors and nurses that took care of me for my 21 day stay. I am pretty excited about it. So that was my day, how is yours going?

Hugs and Kisses, can’t wait to see you again, Luv you!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Wordless Wednesdays ~ last sunrise in OBX before Earl

Week 3 woes

I am feeling disappointed and frustrated in one of the History curriculum’s that I am using. It’s not a bad program, it just might not be what is right for my girl, Mikayla.

She is bored and not interested in it. There is no challenge, no sparkle in her eyes. But then again, maybe it’s just me.

Hmmm…Is it too early to give up on this program and move on?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Weaning my last baby

Day 1 did not go so well…

Did I ever tell you this little one is very strong willed

just like her big sister was very strong willed during the weaning process. I literally had to drape a blanket across my chest with Montana.

I am open to suggestions…help!

Monday, September 6, 2010

More OBX pictures

We spent everyday on the beach in OBX building sandcastles and holes. It was nice to just sit and relax and listen to the sounds of the ocean.

We went to Wings were everything was 50% off, can’t beat that! You see those cute little piggy banks, the frogs and bumble bee? Well Montana wants a piggy bank for her birthday and I totally forgot to go back to the store before leaving the island to get one for her! Not to worry though, I think she will enjoy the piggy bank I found instead for her special day next week.

We ate out at the Dolphin Den which was really yummy! This was the first time we have eaten out in a restaurant since McKenzie was born. There was a little girl about 18 months that McKenzie was ~~screaming~~ talking to, except the little girl didn’t feel like talking back and just stared at McKenzie. Do you think that deterred her, No Ma’am! She kept on talking to anyone who would catch her eye. Nonetheless, she did really well until she hit her head on the solid wood table. The Lt. had to cut my steak into bite size pieces so I could eat, since there was no way she was getting back into the highchair.