Sunday, November 21, 2010

He Is Born

But we cannot take him home
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our Savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Saturday, November 13, 2010

My Halloween Oops...

Obviously the timing of Halloween could have been better this year.  I wasn't really in the mindset, and flubbed it pretty bad.  At the last minute we decided to throw together costumes with stuff we had around the house and a few accessories from what was left from the Halloween store the night before Halloween.  Munch would be a 70's disco dancer and Emmers would be an 80's Valley girl.  Sadly, it looked more like I dressed my kids as a hooker and a pimp.  Not my best work.  I am planning waaaay ahead next year.








Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Four Months Pregnant

When you're pregnant with your third baby you don't tell people how long you've been pregnant in weeks. You immediately go to that in your own head, but when people ask, you narrow it down to the month for them. At 12 weeks you you usually are just telling people, "I'm pregnant!"




"How far along?" they say.




You say,"3 months!"




I kept saying to people, when they would ask how far along I was, "Four months pregnant, and gosh, I feel like I've been 'four months pregnant' forever." 


Little did I know that all I ever would be was four months pregnant. I was actually 1 day shy of 18 weeks pregnant when I delivered baby Henry.