tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85636562024-03-23T13:48:49.860-04:00Persevering JourneyThis is my breath, my thoughts, my frustrations, my passions, my views......Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.comBlogger317125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-60002134921953011932016-10-18T10:49:00.001-04:002016-10-18T10:49:42.401-04:00That thunder you hear, its about to change your life.......I got a bit of news yesterday. It not only opened up old wounds, but explained some things. My heart is already so raw from these recent years. How can it take anymore?
Well, it did. And the answer to that is because and only because of sweet Jesus Christ. I can't handle a lot of this on my own. Praying helps me get that peace and understanding.
I'm not instantly healed, not sure how long that will take, but it will heal and the scars I will bear will be reminders of what it means to bury something so deep and dark from someone you love for so long.
This will help me not do it to someone else.
With it though, I feel like an emerging butterfly from its cocoon. Being deceived is not easy, and take into the effects of it for 12-13 years, I shake my head and hold my heart when I cry.
My heart is not easily manipulated. I have intense trust issues that not many see on the surface. But one thing about me, is if I choose to love you, you will be loved. I am a fierce people.
This year God has given me more of an ability to cry. I am not a crier by any means. It use to only happen when I got very angry or lost someone very dear. Now it happens ALL OF THE TIME. And today I can say thank you God for opening the flood gates. I was able to cry it out, grieve, mourn the lost time of not knowing something. The illusions I was led to believe. The awful feeling of being the only imperfect one.... I was able to cry it out and forgive.
Yes, this changes things. It changes hearts and minds, but in reality and every day life.....it changes nothing. The person who deceived me and myself will continue on, if not stronger than we were before. By the grace and only by the grace of our heavenly Father, we will not only learn from this, but grow from it as well.
Thank you Abba, even though I may not always understand, thank you.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-26848063145945015032016-10-14T12:33:00.004-04:002023-10-18T02:14:19.281-04:00This...Is....Me...Not Sorry One BitI am not a book smart. I am heart smart. I feel more than most. It gets overwhelming at times of chaos and heartache.
My mind takes a second to get from A to C, because before it all happened I was focused on X. It may take me a second to realize you are messing with me. I don't multitask conversations, nor would I want to. Personally I don't even like talking on the phone...or worse..through messaging/text. When I talk with a person, I really want to know what is going on. In order for myself to do this, I rely on other forms of communication, like body language and breathing. This is not a mention on my intelligence.
I have an awful memory. I may not even remember the conversation that we had yesterday until you jog my memory, let alone that it was yesterday when we talked. My days run together, and a lot goes on inside each and every one.
I don't care what you may judge me on, but there may be some days when my anxiety tries to make me. There is a part of me that wants to rebel against what you have done, but I discern the good from the bad and turn it into helping what is good and try to make the bad, better. I am a loud laugher (apparently that isn't even a word, but it is now), for this I will never apologize.
I am interactive. Please do not invite me to the movies if talking bothers you. I hoot and holler at the screen, laugh loudly (sometimes at things that really aren't funny to the gen pop) and I make comments in whispers to the peeps I am with.
I am a mother of children with anxiety. I have anxiety and so does my husband, their father. No, we do not take medicine for it. Yes, we may have some weird ways of dealing with it that you may never understand. No, I don't want your opinion. I have already heard someone speak it already. Just do not expect the your normal to look like my normal. At least, don't expect your harsh criticism to have an affect.
My first emotion when my feelings are hurt, is anger. This rage will flow through me until I get to that peace point inside. No, there is nothing you can say or do other than leave me be. Talking is nothing. Just give me my space and time, it won't take long once I start praying.
Yes, I believe in Christ and that He is lord. No, I don't believe I should use my beliefs to make you feel worse about yourself. No, I won't tell you that you are going to Hell for not believing in what I believe. Yes, I love you and would love to hear about your beliefs as long as we can have the understanding that the game of conversion can be left at home.
Yes, my children go to public school. No, I don't think it is good for them in the lines of education/socialization. However, there are lessons in the lessons, and this is just a season.
Yes, I vaccinate my children. No, I don't think I am poisoning my kids. Yes, I read that article, so it must be true. (A dash of sarcasm towards the interwebs)
I get fed up with people not caring. Just treating others so awful and inhumane it makes me want to just roll up in a comforter, with heating blankets, shut off the lights, close the door, cover my eyes with a shirt and stuff earbuds in my ears and jam my music.
I believe when people sin, it can spread from person to person like an infection until the love of Christ can stop it in its tracks. It can easily take one good thing to change the direction. The sins of the father affects the daughter, but also the mother and father of that father.
I believe our country needs to start making some serious changes towards the people not the tycoons. We need to take care of one another. Period.
I believe the pharmaceutical companies have way too much influence on our doctors and insurance companies.
I believe our law enforcement officers needs to learn how to NOT SHOOT TO KILL. To value each and every life.
I believe that technology is changing the world so drastically, and we can't stop it.
I believe that we can all learn from each other.
I believe there is good in learning how o make the soil and water provide.
I believe therapy is more important than drugs/prescriptions.
I believe water is life.
Other things about me, is that you never know what I'm going to get into next. I'm a henna artist. Singer. Painter. Dancer. Writer. Peacemaker. Your worst nightmare. Most fierce friend. Seamstress. Furniture refurbisher. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Other Mother. lol Jane of all trades, a master of none.
I love playing the djembe drum, but have no rhythm.
I love the idea of cooking only when someone is cooking with me.
I am a people person, but sometimes my extrovert gets inverted.
I love to laugh. This is what keeps me going. Laughter truly is the best medicine. I will even laugh harder because I have no idea why I was laughing in the first place.
I love challenges. Everything that pushes the boundaries (There are boundaries?) But within morality. No harm must come towards the living. Don't only be mindful, be heartful. Hold my beer, I bet you've never seen this before.
And I speak fluent sarcasm/smartassery. It's okay, I've been trained by the best.
I'm sure there's more, but I'm over it. Lastly, let me tell you about my unconfident confidence. I will say things like, "It's only because I rock" or things like I have arrived. You're welcome." or even something about my genius or beauty. When I do this, it is not because I think I am top dog, awesome and egotistic. It is because I am my worst critic and enemy. I say it not so you can agree or disagree. It is actually me talking to myself in such a way so that I don't give in to the lies that form inside my head. I don't have an ego to stroke. And I triple question things in all rationality I shouldn't because it is that obvious.
I guess one last thing....I pray my guts out for people. I pray all of the time. it is in my chores. It is while that customer is yelling at me. It is while a flutter of a thought of you came across my mind. I pray when I'm insecure. When my child or your's is struggling. I turn off the radio most times while I am in the car and talk to God like I would you if you were in there.
And Lastly, lastly, lastly.... I am not perfect. We are all in this mess together. And so why can't we all just get along?
Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-26828845571750113522016-09-19T08:00:00.001-04:002016-09-19T08:00:36.230-04:00Ya Never Know, Do ya?So this week was pretty fabulous, but also extremely tiring. Getting sick is no fun, especially when you top it with busyness. Under the weather and just feeling like I should sleep all day haha. However I would compare it to working out, it hurts after, but its a good hurt. The kind your body is acceptable of because you did something good.
So all week I've been focused on 2 extra things outside/part of the family: The Suicide Prevention Walk and sewing up enough items to sell at the Popcorn Festival in Brookston. The first had been planned for over a month, and the latter was pretty spontaneous. I just happened to walk in the right place, at the right time to hear a conversation about that person needing help :) I offered my help in turn to see how my purses would sell in this area. Win/Win.
Well, I didn't sell any of them. Not a single one :) However, I feel as though I have made a life long friend to the end. And I learned A LOT. There are options on the horizon, and I'm going to look into them further and it wouldn't have happened without this interaction :)
Saturday evening, we had a fire pit vacation. I learned how to better pray for someone, just by getting closer to that person. But also you really can't go wrong with good people, conversation, marshmallows, and the occasional belting of old songs...Pure beauty it was.
The walk was yesterday, it was good! My daughter had a couple of near and dear friends with her and there were 3 more to add to our group on top of that. It was really good. And we would have stayed longer, had we not forgotten the water...oops.
So today, we are back in reality. There are things I need to do, laundry to be cleaned, dishes to be done, sweeping of the floors, and dusting. Not today though. I really think I need to take this day and rest. I haven't allowed myself this yet since first getting sick, so today is the day.
Why is that so unsettling? Always when we are busy, we look forward to resting and chilling out, but when it comes, we are jumping out of our skin, not just letting it be.
There's so much unknown on the horizon, that part isn't unsettling. Hmmm...
I think today, I will only allow myself to find the small tent and make a packing list for the trip to Austin in late October...for which we are ecstatic about. I've got costumes to make....might just cut the materials and have them ready..then maybe even start sewing...see how that happened so fast?
It is a work in progress, hahaha!
Peace and flowers my friends!
Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-44822377102386618732016-08-28T08:20:00.001-04:002016-08-28T08:21:01.929-04:00Change is in the AirThere's been a lot happening, I'm hoping I don't forget something. I'm watching my children, wrestle with themselves, life, and the questions it brings. I'm also seeing the insecurities here and there. This recent week, after some careful nudging and maybe some instigating on my part, then stepping back to see where the chips may fall...friends were made that were perceived untouchable..... Not anymore.
Apparently henna tattoos and fun color hair dye brings people together.... and it definitely did the little group of misfits that we had thrown together this weekend. A slumber party happened.... There was laughter that was so profound it brought tears to the eyes of many! It was indeed a night to remember. What was the most beautiful about it though was how they all reacted to each other, and I kept hearing them saying things along the lines of 'Where have you been all my life' and 'I can' believe in this small town we haven't become best friends by now!'
I was worried about fire starting here, when we are looking for a new home. But then I was remembering the idea of it all...with technology we can follow each other everywhere.
In the meantime I might connect a few more dots to see where those chips may fall.
A lot of changes are happening as well. The next year is looking strangely clouded, but I am not afraid even in the slightest. God has plans. I have a feeling there may be some extra peeps on our journey in the spring.
I'm going to keep sewing, see where that may take me, but also get a part time job to have better fishing/planting grounds happening. I would love for Monticello to have a house church. Even if it only gets the youth's attentions, worth it.
We need mentor/s.
I'm off to see what I can find in that idea. I know this post is pretty vague, there's a lot that is not mine to share. But I wanted to let everyone know that we are feeling their prayers :)Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-25790769726894871662016-08-16T07:15:00.000-04:002016-08-16T07:15:13.556-04:00Raw and Broken in the ChAoSLife goes on....even after a tragedy. People still go to the store....even after a tragedy.....People still fill up their car with gasoline...even after a tragedy. Strangers are still rude to you.....even after a tragedy.
And by the time you can finally get a glimpse of breathing normal again, another strikes. Then rinse and repeat.
Next thing you know, it has been more than 12 years....
Today is a day of remembrance. Today, we remember the lovely Debbie Jones...
Yes, well, I started to write the above on Sunday......I couldn't write anymore. Not only was I mourning Debbie, but everyone we have lost.
Some losses are excruciating....some are debilitating. And then there are those that rip the very essence of your blanketed soul. You will never be the same.
What is so beautiful are the memories...and how God uses the loss for something truly spectacular. I can't go further into this today...maybe another day I will. But for now, even though I am raw and broken in the chaos, I am seeing the beauty of it everywhere.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-25087544802168326612016-07-22T18:24:00.003-04:002016-07-22T18:24:52.226-04:00Well......So a lot has been going on.....Mostly little things, but a ton of them. Today, I received my diagnosis for why I've been having trouble breathing.I am Borderline COPD. Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disorder. I am 34 years old, and have been a smoker since the age of 10... But when I was young, I use to do a lot of other stupid things too, but those came later (12-16). I use to huff chemicals as well. I did quit smoking for a year or 2 back in 2003, but picked it back up again.
Still that's 22 years......
So I have myself a moment, and am sure I will have more today, but this diagnosis has shined a light on some things. I've been losing weight, stressed out/anxiety higher, maybe even a little bit of depression that sneaks its ugly head in here and there. Muscle weakness.. But you know what? I'm going to kick it in it's ass. I'm refusing to wallow in this and I am going to not only get through it, but better my health. I'm going to use this as motivation. Motivation to live to the fullest, no matter what. Motivation to teach my children. Motivation to take care of myself not only better, but the best I've ever taken care of myself and have my family jump on the same wagon.
Yes, right at this very second I feel defeated. I'm just going to list the whys:
1. I've has to battle doctors for 8 months for my son's diagnosis
2. I've had to pull my daughter out of school because of depression and anxiety
3. I eventually pulled my son out of school because of his health.
4. I tried homeschooling the kids, but ..... I think mostly they needed the time to breathe and sort through...life
5.I had to quit my job so I could fight the doctors and insurance
6. We lost my husband's grandmother, which in turn made it feel like we lost Phyllis and Sarah all over again
7. Oldest's struggles with depression/anxiety as well
8. Youngest has other issues going on along with narcolepsy w/ cataplexy...puberty, anger/rage/panic/anxiety attacks
9. Middle child struggles with relationships
10. My grandmother had to be in a nursing home,after she had a mass removed from her cheek, she was beginning to yell at people who weren't there. Later to find out she had cancer in her lungs, liver and spleen, as well as lymphoma
11. Youngest had other health issues arise, out of respect for him I won't mention them, but there were 3 issues, nothing huge, but bothersome and stressful all the same
12. Financial nonstop stress of not working anymore
13. I was mostly a taxi to/from for everyone, we are a one car family...need I even say how much I drove in a day
14. I had/have dental issues for not going to the dentist/taking care of my teeth, and also have HUGE anxiety going. Therefore I have a system I inform the dental care peeps, when I raise my hand, stop what you are doing, give me a second to take a breath, then they can carry on...the hygienist did not do this............didn't end well
15. The lady in the dentist office told me 3 times when I asked, that my 2 insurances would cover everything, later to find out that I couldn't have the most problematic areas covered until NEXT year, to find out MUCH later that it IS covered...thank you god for that (THIS TYPE OF THING HAPPENS ALL OF THE TIME WITH EVERYTHING FOR US)
16. I was told I was going to lose my insurance because I did not comply and send the payment, even though I never received a bill and was never told I needed to pay (state insurance ftw) all to find out (after a month long fight) that yes, I needed to pay something all along, however they saw that nothing was mailed to me therefore I had my case resolved
17. My hands, knees, back, legs and hips consistently give me some kind of discomfort/pain/weakness/UGH and the doctor just wants to throw medicine at it rather than find out why (yet another argument)
18. My oldest is soon to be 18....I can't even begin...
19. My grandmother passed away
20. The brakes on our ONE car were getting bad, finally I got tired of asking/waiting/fearing for my/our life/lives (I'm the taxi) so I was able to have a friend change out the pads and roters....just to have a new sound appear the following day..oh yes and oil is slowly leaking....and just yesterday black plastic shavings? were coming through the air conditioning vents.
21. My brother was admitted in the hospital for really high blood pressure
22. We finally were able to buy a van, the one I found was my dream van, used, yes, but mostly in good condition. Was told it was going to be fixed right, it was not. I bought an extended warranty, to later be told by the guy who sold me the van (2 days after I picked it up) that they would not fix/look at it free of charge that not only did I have to pay $109 just for them to look at it, but also that it wouldn't be covered under the warranty. Tears happened so I couldn't argue it hasn't even been home two days, I attempted to call back and you know when it goes to voicemail after 2 rings, that person is avoiding. I had to pass this battle to my amazing hubby who talked with the General manager, and we will take the van in tomorrow. (This on is more resent and fresh, so I'm still URRRG lol
23. While simplifying our home, I must have lifted too much and now have 3 distinct area in my abdomen/groin that are quite painful, was told that I probably have a hernia from one doctor (who didn't want to mess with it since I was seeing my primary the following day), to I'm just at risk for a hernia, weak abdomen muscles from child bearing, blah blah blah...to my borderline COPD diagnosis.
So, there's that and honestly so much more in between that I'm sure to have forgotten (which is ok).
Please know that I am typing this out, NOT to be attention seeking, but to ask for prayer, but MOSTLY so I can accept it, forgive it, then move forward. I've been carrying it all with me. No longer, though. I will continue to battle life's challenges. I will continue to advocate for my loved ones and fight for what is right. But I need to be more positive. Everything that we've been going through has turned my thoughts into pure negativity, and that gets us no where fast. And God has a plan. God is readying our family for something. God has my family in his arms.
Peace and flowers to you all!
Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-67018336060104889872016-07-18T09:29:00.003-04:002016-07-18T09:29:35.019-04:00It's only 9:28am, but okay....Good morning, loves! So far this morning I have lost my purse, my cup of coffee three times, and have pulled a sliver of glass out of my husband's foot before taking him to work. Busy morning already haha! So....let me just ask one question to the universe....with how much my coffee means to me, how does one lose it, not once, but THREE TIMES! Ha!
***THIS IS WHERE WHILE TYPING, I TOOK A DRINK OF SAID COFFEE, WENT DOWN THE WRONG PIPE AND I COUGHED COFFEE ON THE FAMILY LAPTOP***
Okay, okay,I'll calm down....though I'm not really upset. Waking up can be rough to say the least.
I woke up in the middle of the night to give Asa his medicine, it was storming really good. The lightening was a consistent strobe light and the thunder was the bass of a bad stereo. All the while, I'm going in circles, worrying about the cats (which I have confirm the wellness of), but mostly of what has been happening around our world.
So much pain, so many deaths, so much sickness, so many addictions, afflictions, and misunderstandings. Be still my heart, for it feels too much.
I've been consistently reminded of 24/7 prayer, and will reread Red Moon Rising, but I'm wanting to do something different in the space and place we are......just not sure exactly how it will look.
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So this weekend we got a lot of things done. Tables have been switched out....trash has been eliminated...mostly old bills/random papers, and the closet swept out and a massive side table cleared. I should have taken a before and after picture! Cause our home is losing the weight of materials. And IT IS GOOD.
I, however, overdid it. A year and a half ago I had a hysterectomy and partial oopherectomy (Dear spell check, learn medical words, I spelled it right! lol.) and have had my gallbladder(2009?) removed, as well as my tubes tied in 2004. Well, I need to listen to my body more, because even though all of those were laproscopic, minimally invasive, it can have risks. I'm fine now, but doing a lot of NOT bending over and NOT lifting anything. I see my female doctor today and my primary care doctor tomorrow....luckily these were already set up.....kind of for the same reason. I set up the female appointment to see if it is safe for me to start weight training and if so how to appropriately do it without hurting myself. Well there are at least 3 areas that hurt pretty good yesterday, so I tapped out, and called it a day. Prayers would be wonderful.
The weight training isn't so I'll be buff, but it is to raise my endurance of every day life. I have pain that flares through my body (legs, hips, whole back and neck, elbows, wrist/hands, yes I know I'm a mess lol)and I'm hoping exercise and toning my muscles will alleviate some of it. It may not be as bad as it sounds, but its not usually all at once. And I'm not just sitting down all day, actually its quite the opposite. I'm in my garden, being taxi mom, cleaning, sewing, painting, dancing, singing, laughing. So, now for a physician's (or two) advice.
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Also, today.................I'm bringing home our new (to us) minivan. This is HUGE! I've been patient for a second vehicle, which will make life easier, especially when I start working, but mostly this will help the kids be eager to travel more. Even just driving to Lafayette, is brutal on my tall, leggy kids. And Asa has a very hard time with small spaces.....THIS IS GOOD FOR US. Plus it is set up to store the seats in the floor, or use that space as storage while the seats are up.........This is the beginning.......of something great.
Our carriage awaits us, I'm just waiting on the call :)
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Simplifying life isn't easy. For me, it is taking sweat, blood, and tears , though not much of the latter two. Just by getting rid of things, it is already easier to breathe. And the lesson of patience is strong, but I'm listening. My lovely daughter has pointed out to me that a lot of things I have been patiently waiting for is finally happening...sometimes when you are in the middle of it, you can't quite see it, like being a drop of paint in a mural. Simplifying life isn't easy.....but breathing is crucial to my tribe, and we want to breathe free. The time is now....and later. Blessings.
Flowers and Peace to you all!Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-48852657479598408752016-07-17T09:43:00.001-04:002016-07-17T09:44:42.099-04:00The Return of the Henna Hippie Mama!Hello Blog, miss me? A lot has happened since we spoke last, but I don't dwell on the past too much, so let's move forward. Right now my oldest son is 17, daughter 14.5, and Youngest son about to turn 12. I have teenagers now. And they are still alive and so are we :) I call that an accomplishment. GOOD JOB MOMMA!
Where I have failed? I didn't stay diligent. I didn't hold tight to my faith. I stopped seeing God everywhere, in everything. I turned my back, all the while having my head turned to argue with Him.
I don't know how you handle your relationship with God, but the only way I know how to do this myself, is to consider this as a true relationship. It's all exciting when its new and fresh, but eventually there are disagreements, hearts broken, misunderstandings, and then maybe even a little bit of bitterness.
Yes, I have yelled at God, cursed him, and walked away throwing my hands up......though never forgetting He was always there. I didn't persevere the last time, I just threw my hands up. I walked away, every now and then picking up the phone, dialing the number, just to hang up.
I miss church....community.....worship.....prayer......I miss the feeling of wonder..that anything can happen. I miss the safe feeling I had.
Well, here I am. We already lost Phyllis (my mom-in-law), Sarah ( my dear friend and sis-in-law), my husband and I have been through a divorce, and have gotten married again. To each other. (This makes 3 wedding, and 1 divorce.....third times a charm!) Our youngest began an 8 month struggle that just began as sleeping all of the time, to full-body collapses.....to finally find out (after asking/fighting with the doctors to test for narcolepsy, which they never properly did, hence extending the extreme and intense worry) that my son has narcolepsy with cataplexy. Then to lose Mama C right before the diagnosis. Watching and trying to guide my teens through depression, anxiety, hormones, migraines, L.I.F.E.... Losing the lovely Debbie, an inspiration to us all, causing thoughts of reflection. Then, to lose Grandma G......Watching my mother lose her mother.....Breathe......just breathe.
That summary doesn't even touch the many things that have been thrown at us, but it gives you enough of an idea.
However it hasn't been all bad, doom and gloom. The diagnosis for narcolepsy was received as a blessing. After being told SEVERAL times it was not, then worrying about the other possibilities, narcolepsy isn't life threatening...life-long, yes, but when treated and educated not life threatening. AND I FINALLY FOUND A DOCTOR WHO KNEW WHAT TO LOOK FOR. She ran the appropriate tests, to confirm our/her diagnosis, and then after a fight with the insurance, we were able to get him treatment. He's doing much better, and is looking forward to school in a couple of weeks.
We have a couple of outside kittens, named Nuke and Alfie. Boy and girl. Adorable and all get out, and they are the best anti-depressants ever! And they keep the rabbits from destroying my garden :)
Did I mention I have a garden. Let me say that properly.......GARDENS! I have my memorial garden, my vegetable garden, and my flower patches. I have taken some of Sarah's teapots that she use to collect and have been using them as planters. My first food garden is growing carrots, habenaro and Jalepeno peppers, tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, cantelope, watermelon, corn and radishes, and I just planted the pumpkins. It is a beautiful garden. And I have a newfound love.....growing things. When I grow anything, I see God's hands. And it teaches me patience, creates wonder, and weeding the garden is therapeutic.
The urge to purge is strong. Simplifying life is hard for most, but even though its gets worse before it gets better, I'm aware of the process, slowly seeing progess, but understanding good changes are happening and these things take time. Purging our belongings is like weeding my garden, getting rid of the unnecessary to make room for the necessary (which will not be materialistic)
Change is in the air....good changes...not sure what, but it will be beautiful.
Flowers and peace to you!Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-42496917898198004212013-05-20T12:10:00.000-04:002013-05-20T12:10:05.843-04:00Vertical Gardening-Transplanting Well, this week I have spent my garden time transplanting plants into bigger containers. Today I just did the watermelons. I wanted to try hanging watermelons, so I snagged my strongest plants and went to work.
I used larger containers such as a 2 liter bottle, half gallon jug, and a juice container. I cut the bottoms of them off. This part varies on how much you want to cut pertaining to the size of container and what type of plant you are transplanting.
Next I drilled my hanging wire holes, one on each side at least 2 inches from the cut end. Then I drilled to holes in the back so I could thread another wire in the back so I could have a pretty sturdy planter.
I threaded the wire through, 18-20 gauge is good, I used 16 on most. The wire I cut for the back I had to measure and make sure it would be long enough to attach to the fence.
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My sunflowers are really starting to take off, so is my corn. I need to plant more corn though, they do better when they are in a sizable crop.
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My pocket gardens are going slow, but the Beef Steak tomatoes and cherry tomatoes just started to grow. Who doesn't love huge juicy tomatoes?
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My sweet Peas
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Well, there's more, much more, but until next time. Growing food, is like growing your own money :)Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-47255299145020774752013-05-07T18:16:00.001-04:002013-05-07T18:16:21.197-04:00Vertical Gardening Pt. 2So this week has been fun in the garden. I researched and asked around about what I could do with my burn barrel ashes. Well, I was told it makes great soil when mixed properly. So I cleaned out my fire pit and burn barrel and mixed it in with the soil everywhere. I've already seen a lot of improvement on the growth of some of the plants :)
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So apparently, the people before us had a lot of things in the burn barrel. I've ended up using one of the wooden pallets has a showcase shelf for the strange objects I have found.
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Hopefully, we'll have chickens soon. I'm trying to fit it all into our budget :) Plus, it'll be nice to have fresh eggs, and extra income coming in from the eggs :)
Other than that, we've moved the fire pit and I've set up the old spot where the fire pit was initially, filled it in with dirt, then planted a ring of flowers with a walk in space, leaving plenty of room for a small chair/bench. I'm planting flower vine plants, morning glory is one of them. I want an enclosed flower space for meditation and prayer.
Here are a couple of sprouts that are coming up:
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Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-78846849708913167672013-04-29T16:24:00.001-04:002013-04-29T16:24:08.479-04:00Vertical Gardening For THIS BeginnerSo I've decided to do a vertical garden this year. Just for a hobby. I'm getting some laying hens too, but that's for another post.
I've done tons of picture and idea searching for what kind I can afford and would enjoy doing. Well, first I took a look at doing raised beds or slanted vertical beds with the use of wooden pallets. I plan to paint them all a bunch of fun colors, the set them up individually, depending on how much space each plants needs. Right now as you can see it is just holding up baskets.
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The next idea I wanted to do was use the cotton pocket "shoe" holder , the kind you hang on the back of a door. What I have done with these so far is fill them with dirt and write in permanent marker which pocket has what plant seeds. Now I am currently waiting on more pallets and scrap wood to build a hanging stand for it.
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Finally, what else I am working on when it comes to a vertical garden is the awesome use of recyclable materials such as plastic bottles, milk jugs, cans and I plan to hang them all on a piece of plywood that I painted.
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Well, until next time. Have fun!Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-35394472914395855092013-04-24T21:20:00.000-04:002013-04-24T21:20:02.821-04:00HomeThe grass can be greener on the other side. Peace can be found, but are you willing to make that choice and keep that promise? The promise of letting God take control of everything that happens all around you. Just rolling with the punches, accepting that things can happen or not happen as you planned.
The beauty of just realizing that if something has to wait until another day because it is out of your hands, then its okay. It's set up to be taken care of as soon as possible. I've also learned that it mostly comes around at the last minute.
Experiencing different peace-in-action scenarios, I've learned how to bring peace around me. Having Bipolar Disorder, I have recently learned to let things that bother me go if there is nothing I can do about it. I just pray to God to take care of it and He always comes through. Not always how I imagine it would, or think it should, but it always works out. And most of the time it works out better than I had initially planned.
My husband and I thought we were going to buy our very first house. We paid off debt and waited for our credit to get better. Well, we never had rent the previous 5 years and with my health issues I couldn't work. Either way, we never owned a credit card, and didn't think we would need one in order to make our credit better. Well, we were wrong. About a month before I was planning on using our tax check towards a decent house payment, we tried getting a pre-approval for a mortgage. We failed by 3 points. Just under what we had planned. We had found the perfect house in the perfect location. Our dreams and plans were crushed. Okay Heather, just brush it off. Plan B:Rent and better your credit over the duration of a year.
My husband and children were severely bummed we weren't getting into "our" own home. It was hard controlling my emotions to just keep looking forward and deal the hand that was dealt. I found a place off of craigslist, in my area and price range, size was good too. Well, the day before my husband and I were suppose to look inside the home with the owners who were wanting to rent the place, he drove by the home. No siding, it was by a trashy trailer and from the outside the place looked like a wreck.
He was almost entirely decided it was not the place for us. I told him we were going to look inside and speak with them, then make a decision. I immediately fell in love with the woman. She reminded me of my late mother-in-law. Creative and excited about life and strong in her faith. When we walked inside, the place was still under construction, but it was all brand new in there. We walked through and immediately fell in love with the place. It took us awhile to get in there. A lot longer than both us and the landlords planned, but we tried to wait patiently. Unfortunately, every time we got bad news about it taking longer for us to move in, we got hit with other bad news. We needed to spend a lot of our move in money towards fixing our car.
Let's just say, it was always something stressful going on and we were struggling with it. How I would deal with it, was stamp out an expletive and sigh, then try to figure out if there is another solution or if we just have to be patient. It is very difficult being patient with 9 people in a small house :)
Finally, the day we have all been waiting for comes. A day I haven't seen coming in a very long time, finally was here. We moved a lot of the furniture, just placed the mattresses down and fell asleep once the house was functional enough to survive the next morning.
After a week of unpacking and settling into our new home, we can finally breathe easier.
Honestly, this home has better qualities in a home and land, I could see us living here for a long time :)Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-73409726122664162882013-03-02T17:35:00.001-05:002013-03-02T17:35:28.998-05:00Dreams.........I'm a totally different person when I dream. A lot of the times I am so angry I end up fighting someone and always feel like I'm the only one left out.
Or there's a huge disaster and I'm the only one who can fix it.
I've had my children kidnapped, die on me, reseen people who have past away............all in my dreams.
What are dreams really? Just some thoughts I've been having.
And does this mean I want to be a violent person o already am?....No to the second :)Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-24676964928646036832013-02-26T18:09:00.000-05:002013-02-26T18:09:31.002-05:00Another Day in BedWell, I went to the OB/GYN today. Apparently the cyst is the same size of my ovary, and is inflamed which is why it is causing me pain. I have tomorrow off and return to Thursday. I hope they don't move me into a different department. Either way I'll do my best to work in the other department. As for my cyst, they normally go away on their own and that's what NP is hoping will happen. If I get a sharper pain, I need to go into the ER for an ultrasound to make sure its not bleeding out. Either way, here I am. Out of work and missing it.
Random note: Asa just asked me to duct tape plastic cups, one on each side of his butt lol.
Well, much to think about and too drowsy from the medicine to think about it. Laters.
Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-61746396945841655672013-02-24T19:58:00.000-05:002013-02-24T19:58:12.612-05:00So, last night I went to the emergency room due to a stabbing pain in my lower left pelvis. They ruled out appendicitis, but found a cyst on my right ovary. Still in a lot of pain today, but with the pain medication it is a little bit more tolerable. The doctor said they normally go away or stop being painful on their own, but if it persists, then I need to get it checked out. I've decided to take the day off tomorrow due to the pain and loopiness the medicine gives me.
I'm afraid I'm going to lose my job. It's been really good working for me emotionally, and the financial addition it brings helps a lot as well. I pray this pain goes away very soon, so I can return to work. I'm sure if I needed to take a medical leave and explain what is going on, that they would take me back, but it just sucks just starting a job and something like this happen.
Mikah's been sick for the past several weeks and it doesn't seem to be getting better. He's still nauseous. He's making me worry, because he's getting so pale. I need to make him an appointment tomorrow as well.
I'm reading The Element Chronicles by Eric Ruebeck. So far it's got me interested. It's not the kind of story I would usually read, but that's also why I like it.
Well, off to rest. Hopefully tomorrow will be an easier day.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-58006883634240507862013-02-21T19:40:00.000-05:002013-02-21T19:40:07.907-05:00This cat is crazy!So every time I lay down and get comfortable my cat gets right in my face and demands attention. He will nuzzle for a moment then turn around and put his Burt in my face. Seriously?!?!?
I do love him dearly though.
So I survived another day at work. I've been lifting a bunch of cushions today up and over my head. I know what you're thinking they're cushions. They're light. Well yeah one or two maybe but these are like couch cushions and I carry at least 8 at the same time over and over again. I trim the excess threads..carry the cushions to the squishing machine so I can slip a bag over them then push a button to release the part that shoves them into the bag /box...tape it then label it and run it where it can be scanned and come back and do the whole process all over again. Yes it's menial, but honestly I love it.
Did some deep cleaning here at home. I have to say if you give me a choice of a spot cleaning mop or one with cotton ropes, I'll choose the cotton any day. It has to be hilarious how I mop floors. Here there is no carpet so there's a lot to mop. Well I get a fluffy, but ragged towel and step and slide around on that while I take the very much dripping mop all over the floor in figure eights. As I walk around with the towel under my feet it dries the floor as I go.
Someone at work today asked me if I had any hobbies. I just laughed and said too many. Let me see if I can make a list...:
Henna art
jewelry making
wire art
mosaics
tiedye
painting
sketching
singing
song writing
crocheting
reading
writing novels
sewing
refinishing furniture
oil pastels
photography
Give me time...............I'm sure there's more :)
Well, my shoulder is burning fom the lifting at work, so I guess I best ice it and lay down.
Blessings friends.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-53330830318530118362013-02-19T20:41:00.003-05:002013-02-19T20:41:39.753-05:00A New BeginningSo I've started working again, and it is full time. Pretty much I clean up the threads off of cushions, then pack them up. Simple enough. It's not much of a job, but I enjoy the people I work with, and I can do the work.<br />
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It's been hard, though, not being at home when the older kids are sick, or missing Scotty, my hubby, on his lunch breaks at home. Coming home tired and still trying to push through to feed the kids and keep the house going.<br />
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Focusing on the family has always been important to me. I feel like I didn't have much when I was growing up. Not that I'm complaining, but ever since we've started having sit down meals with everyone, the vibe in the home is so much better.<br />
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We're on the search for what houses are out there that we'll want to look at when April comes around for when we will purchase our very first home as a family. We'll finally have a space that we can call ours.<br />
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What else can I say about what is going on right now? I've been teaching my daughter how too cook. She is always so eager to help me out in the kitchen when it comes to cooking. She's only 11, but I tell you what, she can fry chicken better than me! My little mini-me, except with blue eyes ;)<br />
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I've been playing video games with the boys and loving every minute of it.<br />
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Where am I spiritually? I'm needing fellowship. The real deal. Next week the whole family will begin the search for a local church. I'm not really looking for a place to stay but a place to branch out of. I know I eventually want to have church/prayer/study/discussions in my home, but I can't do that now, nor am I ready to. That season is yet to come, but I feel it on the horizon.<br />
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Before I can even consider this I need to find a mentor of some kind and also pray deeply about how to work it into my family life.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-79245015581557631772009-01-04T23:55:00.003-05:002009-01-05T00:34:23.487-05:00Greenage in the sky, holes in my mindsMy mind is going yet again. This time if I were to put it in quick words it would be: Vertical greenhousing, poverty and how I could have an affect on it, living in community and what that means, how I can better live in community intentionally, what can I do to cause a stir in my children's minds, how can I make art a huge part of my life, how can I live without chemicals going into my body and still be mentally healthy/stable...... and I'm just getting started.<br /><br />Yeah, it's never easy inside my head. Well. we are back from our trip to Indiana and it was wonderful. We visited our family and got to spend much needed time with all of them. Scotty's sister, who has been sick for a long time now with many different health issues, has recently went through a whipple procedure that rerouted her digestive system after removing a part of her pancreas. She has been suffering with pancreatitis for almost two years now. Everything she eats gets tossed back out before it can be digested and on top of that malnutrition, she's been in some excrutiating pain. When we last saw her, she was very pale, and swollen. She was in the hospital and just miserable. This time when we saw her it was like looking at a whole other person. She had lost a lot of weight due to the lack of nutrition, but also she seemed emotionally better. Her pain is down more now than it has been in many years, and she's not throwing up as much as she has been this past year. She has a feeding tube that provide her body with food, but the nutritional absorbtion is no where near what it could be if her body could handle the digesting of the foods properly.<br /><br />I do ask you all to be praying for her recovery of this and to keep moving strong on God's path.<br /><br />While I was up in South Dakota this year I learned a great deal about solar energy and vertical greenhousing. AMAZING stuff. They are now building greenhouses where the plants are inside these sheets of plastic or something that hang vertically. They are rotated throughout and the sun shines right on through. With this you get organic plants and food without having to prep land and wait years for it to become organically certified land. On top of that you use a watering system that gets recycled with a pond on the lowest level where the fish live and reproduce and in turn they clear the water of any acids or gases that would normally prevent the water to be properly reused. To energize such a system they put solar panels all around to help cut the costs. For one acre of vertical greenhousing it is equal to 30 acres of horizontal land farming. HUGE. On top of that you can provide food cheaper, no need for pestisides or huge farming equipment, gas to run it. And if it were on rooftops, no land to buy, just renting/buying of the space.<br /><br />And then learning this, I headed down here in Dallas. Right now I'm currently going to school full time to become a nurse or diagnostic sonographer. Why do I not yet know what I want to go for? Mostly it is due to the fact that I am a dreamer. I dream of many ways that God can have my family living radically in ways most people couldn't even imagine possible. Most of the time I don't even see how it could be possible, but I still go ahead and dream of the many different aspects of how God views the possibiliies of our lives. It's not all about me, ya know. I love the medical fields. I can grasp it and understand it. My mother is a nurse, and it all just seemed to make sense to me. There would always be a job for me, I would be in the care of people and with people. It was a great way for me to reach out to people that also had a financial security.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I love the medical field. I just wish I knew what I really want to be when I grow up....if I grow up.<br /><br />On top of the vertical greenhousing coming back up into my mind, I've been finding myself in a bunch of different conversations about people who are homeless, and poverty, and how if more people cared there would not even be poverty. I watched a part of an interview of Shane Claireborn about what he has learned about poverty and working and building towards a solution and getting people involved. What would it look like if I dedicated my life to such a cause. How huge of a difference would I be able to make? None really without God backing me every step of the way. But I believe in a God that has endless possibilities and I believe that I am anything He makes me to be.<br /><br />I guess one thing I always struggle with when I go on these tangents is how can I do that while being mother and wife? Is this what I am built for? Do I have the guts to attempt this let alone try those shoes on? What if we could all just gather together, unite the church as a whole and build to solve the hunger, solve it without killing our planet anymore, and in turn possibly make this planet better than it was before? If we were mto incorporate verticale greehousing in many, many places, we could replace the deadened farm lands into a home for trees and other plants.<br /><br />Another ordeal crossing the mind of insanity is how would our house look if we did this community living on a more intentional scale. If we got more organized in our doing and following God more. If we focused more on bringing God to the center of it all and keeping Him there. Praying more, spending time together more, relating more. Also what kind of boundaries do we need to set up? How can we provide a strong community with each other that is shared amongst those we are constantly around? Digging into Scotty's library soon and will be having many discussions with the adults in the house.<br /><br />I guess I need to get some sleep. I hope to finish this blog too, but like my others it may not happen totally. Blessings upon you.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-75984235055622483792008-11-27T16:24:00.002-05:002008-11-27T16:28:49.143-05:00HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Wow, it's thankgiving already. Wowzers. Well, this means this semester is almost finished and I will have a fabulous break off of school. I am really excited about this. Breathing space is about to come.<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving everyone!Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-81692884040531224442008-11-03T22:39:00.003-05:002008-11-03T22:56:44.423-05:00drop meI am so behind on my homework. Losing control of that peaceful part in your body where you don't freak out and just want to scream, at anyone, everyone. Just because, not that they are doing anything wrong, but when your emotional control is wrong then everything is wrong. Whether it was a smile or a laugh, it has to stop. It just needs to stop, even if just for that one second of clarity. Don't forget to breath, slowly. Repeat, I am okay over and over until maybe one day I will believe it. I know it sounds like I'm losing my mind, and maybe I am.<br /><br />I am, currently in a house that lives, moves, is turned upside down constantly. But ever since I have had children, this has always been true. Nothing different. Just take my family times three minus two and you have our house.<br /><br />Well back to brain crunching. Finish the paper I just can't finish, finish my math work that seems never-ending, then study for the test, then prepare for the other test I feel so far from being prepared for..... I haven't even thought about it yet. One step, the first step counts the most,,, just keep swimming , swimming, swimming. What do we do, we swim, swim.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-14649351704509568432008-11-01T22:14:00.002-05:002008-11-01T22:39:53.401-05:00Losing things like days...minds.....Emotional, offset, crazy, flighty, forgetful, space-case, over-whelmed, under-whelmed........is there ever a time to just whelm it all around? <br /><br />Hello, my name is Heather and I suffer from anxiety& depression. Wow, it doesn't sound so crapped up when you type it out. Huh, maybe that's why at support meetings you introduce yourself not only to other people and what you are going through but also to yourself. I know that idea may cross others, as queer, strange and odd, but maybe you just have to step outside yourself to get to know who you are. what makes you what defines the inner uniquity that makes you you.<br /><br />Here lately I have felt like I have been losing my mind, having memory loss episodes that throw me straight into chaos. Before this happened I would wake up in the middle of the night with an anxiety/panic attack. Or I would just be sitting there, most of the time that means Studying, calm and what not and my heart will just start pumping, adrenaline is surging and I feel like I'm freaking out and I DON'T know why. NOT COOL.<br /><br />I've been in and out of the doctor's office twice the past couple of weeks, trying to get a grip. The first med change turned me into a zombie and I have yet to wait for this next med change to take action. I know a lot of people are anti-meds, but honestly, without the Lexapro I have been on, my life would still be an extreme up down and back to hell again broken roller coaster ride that never ended.<br /><br />Now I'm just taking a break, just to put my random thoughts of weirdness down. Is it entertaining for you? It does good for me....<br /><br />I am biased, but my kids are too frikkin cute. Asa is talking like a madman and has a personality out of no where. He feels the urge to be stronger than everone because he's use to being the youngest one who couldn't keep up.<br /><br />Kiara is the quirky little princess of mine who tries to be prissy with a baby-talk accent. She let her daddy take out a tooth today, that's her second gap right now, and she's got three others that want to come out, so she will soon be the toothlessth wonder. She's still my power prayer warrior.<br /><br />Mikah, he's just funny. He makes up scenarios in his head like a comic strip. He's creative, and super sensitive. God's tugging at him, I see resistence here and there, but that natural love for God is growing inside him. I look at him and just get that feeling that greatness awaits just around the corner. Not sure what, who or how, but just something.<br /><br />My sweet husband. Always working harder and harder to be that daddy he knew he could be and in my eyes, he done passed it. He's been so patient with me during this emotional time, and I have been able to lean on him and just trust him to care for me when I cannot do it for myself. When I see how much better we both are in our marriage I just want to praise God. We all need work, this is a journey after all, but day in and day out I'm so grateful that he is my life partner in crime.<br /><br />We looked at a house today, it was awesome. Keep praying for everything to go and grow in God's way, not our's. Good night.<br /><br />BlessingsHenna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-14372154094259421492008-10-27T22:13:00.003-05:002008-10-27T22:26:03.372-05:00uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhMy brain is tired, my body feels exhausted and yet again I have a paper due tomorrow I am getting stuck on over and over again. Grrrrrrrrrr. So here I am writing about something else in hopes that my brain and I will begin to work together once again.<br /><br />My oldest son Mikah always as something to make me think and feel I am so not ready to have him grow up yet, and at that same moment I'm excited and hopeful about the man he will become. Of course I feel the same way about the other two, but he's older and I see more maturity in him than the other two for obvious reasons.<br /><br />When I study, I go and hide in our big family bedroom. He comes back there to grab something or whatnot, then comes over to me and hugs me and says he's proud I study so hard, gives me an almost tearful smile then walks out of the room. This he has done in scrambled ways many times. Makes me all fuzzy inside.<br /><br />There is a little 2 year old girl and a 3 month old girl living with us as well. There was a time when the 2 year old was not able to get out of her crib yet, because the adult had said no. Apparently when the adult came in to get her 15 minutes later, she found Mikah sitting there reading to the 2 year old. And on top of that he is the only one who can get her to repeat anything (which we have found that Mikah can be a jokster at this) The 3 month old, he just melts over, anything that can make her smile, he is so willing to go the extra mile to do it. THAT GUY JUST ROCK!<br /><br />Kiara has been my little singer. She's just in love with singer and asks me to sing to her every night before bed. The night of church, I saw her drummin on someone's guitar case, singing "There's a Stirring" (thx Kristen,luv ya) which is one of Kiwi's favorite songs. <br /><br />Well, my brain is finally allowing me to do something called an essay so I best jump off here and take advantage. Blessings everyone!Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-27385169327994614782008-10-27T22:07:00.002-05:002008-10-27T22:13:04.825-05:00Yes this is personal, but why hide God's LoveDanae, the only thing I can tell you is that living with our pastors and in community has been the one true thing that has helped us. Scott and I lost each other long ago and were just barely surviving each day. Eventually when I was right about to take the final step of making an end of our marriage, God threw truth in my face and showed me where I needed to be by showing me where the best place for the ones I hold so dear are-my children whom I just happened to let Scott take when I told him I gave up.<br /><br />I had to see the sins I had and that it wasn't all Scott. Yes he had his part too, but honestly when I came back, I had a great friend that God spoke through to me and how she didn't even recognize me anymore. Yeah it hurt and burned hearing it, but hey sometimes love hurts and sometimes when we as people need change in someone so bad, we normally have to begin the change with ourselves. I don't know what you are going through recently, but all I know is that I'm praying for you. I have never forgotten you in my prayers.I will email sometime son and we can do our prayers and whatnots then. Love you girl.....sorry if blogging this was weird, but I felt that this was something a lot of people didn't know.Henna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-34571504775399069552008-10-23T09:55:00.003-04:002008-10-23T10:04:20.469-04:00My brain is moving and it won't stopSo lately I have been suffering from these anxiety/panic attacks. They just come out of no where and all of a sudden I feel like I just want to scream. My heart starts pounding and I just feel out of control. I saw my doctor about it and she put me on something that I can take that calms me down. I'm half and half when it comes to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pharmaceuticals</span>. A big part of me wants to go herbal and homeopathic all the way, but then the other part of me is just so desperate to get these issues fix, no more testing the waters. Anyways I'm going to continue to work with my doctor and also find out if there are any herbal remedies I can also mix in for my issues.<br /><br />On other issues, I will be calling to set up some appointments to check out these two townhomes that are side by side for our possible future community house. Any prayers on the would be fantabulous. Other than all that, I'm studying my guts out, Scott and I are doing very good, and the kids rock, yes sometimes they rock the houseboat in not a good way, but hey they are just kids, can't change that :)<br /><br />BlessingsHenna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563656.post-2370816478896584062008-10-21T15:02:00.002-04:002008-10-21T15:22:22.923-04:00Here I amSo it has been told to me in nicer words I need to get off my lazy ass and start blogging again. Here I am!<br />What's been going on with Heather: I have been going to school full-time at El Centro College. I am aiming for nursing or ultrasound technician. Right now I am taking college english, almost college math(haven't a clue on tech term) and human anatomy and physiology. Pretty cool and definitely keeps me busy.<br /><br />What the Miller's are doing. We are going through an exciting healing process and becoming the family God intended for us to be more and more. Yes there are days where I just want to kick Scott in his butt, but most of the time I restrain myself and use words. I am always telling my kids to use their words, its time I listen.<br /><br />Right now we are living with the Poe's........on purpose even. Both of our families have thought and prayed hard about it and we all feel its for long term, not sure how long, but that's God's deal not our's. More than a month ago the Mattingly family of five moved in as well. Its been a backa dn forth transition, but adapting to that many people inside one 3 bedroom house can be. Luckily before Scott and the kids arrive the back garage had been changed into a sleeping quarters for the Miller crew.<br /><br />We are currently homeschooling the Piller (Poe & Miller) kids, which has been fun and adventurest and challenging at times. I don't get to help much because I normally take that time to study. Also we are currently looking for a six bedroom house with at least 2-3 baths in a location that we can still have church and many members/friends do not have to travel. I really feel God has this place already picked out but right now we just have to obey him and learn to listen to His heart so we can find it. Please pray for this to happen in God's timing. With the financial horror all over the world, we are continuously trying to just look at God's economy.<br /><br />Specific Prayers just from me are:<br />-5-6 bedrooms with at least an extra room<br />-2-3 bathrooms<br />-a lot of parking area for church<br />-a big (hopefully fenced in) backyard for the kids to play and gardening<br />-Big living room for community living<br />-specific place for dining table to stay put, making it easier for community meals during church and during everyday life<br />-home school room<br />-needs to be safe to live in, no infestations,mold,about to fall apart<br /><br />Wow that looks like a lot when you write it out, but right now all I can do is pray and the more who do, that would rock.<br /><br />Thanks for your prayers and I will try to blog when I can.<br /><br />BlessingsHenna Hippie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719noreply@blogger.com0