tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38648432005769623342024-03-19T04:03:40.916-07:00Living In His HopeKimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-41944745995134218222014-03-17T11:54:00.001-07:002014-03-17T11:54:25.903-07:00Does it End?Day 24 out of 76 in the hospital this year. One-third of 2014 has been spent in Denver. Away from family. Away from my son's last full year at home. Away from my husband. Friends. My dog.<div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYUjdHT0uQrXHIWCHI6sXXIpkplHr0MrsEsKZYkqZ-Gnbm6HIkxNrluErDKe87E06Tj_udCwyHQ59a5ErOpsDPuC755OGjTPbnYE5jKZZEJeX8GJC2u5WZBK276HusvYuRE-Aa2x1DVY/s640/blogger-image--1267885496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYUjdHT0uQrXHIWCHI6sXXIpkplHr0MrsEsKZYkqZ-Gnbm6HIkxNrluErDKe87E06Tj_udCwyHQ59a5ErOpsDPuC755OGjTPbnYE5jKZZEJeX8GJC2u5WZBK276HusvYuRE-Aa2x1DVY/s640/blogger-image--1267885496.jpg"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div>One cant help but ask when will this all end?</div><div><br></div><div>Does it end?</div><div><br></div><div>Not really. This side of heaven, there will be always some issue surfacing. Some crisis around the corner or problem to wade through.</div><div><br></div><div>Jesus himself warned us, "In this world you will have trouble," John 16:33. </div><div><br></div><div> This is a sinful, fallen world. We have illness. We have disease. We have sin and the consequences of that sin. We have free-will and the consequences of our choices. We have trouble.</div><div><br></div><div>But Jesus doesn't leave us in that trouble. He continues in the same verse, "But take heart! Don't get discouraged! Chin up! Rejoice! I have overcome the world!" </div><div><br></div><div> Okay, I added the superlatives. But sometimes we need to read things in different ways to get a clear picture. </div><div><br></div><div>Jesus did not want us to be bogged down in the muck of the world, but he wanted us to know that trouble exists. Problems exists.</div><div><br></div><div>And He is greater!</div><div><br></div><div>Romans 12:12 lays out exactly what to do when trouble comes.</div><div><br></div><div> "Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer."</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Jesus Christ himself is our hope - he has overcome this world!</div><div><br></div><div>Patience in tribulation - this will not last!</div><div><br></div><div>Constant in Prayer - worry about nothing but pray about everything! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Does it end? Yes. Eventually. And until this - God is MORE THAN ENOUGH!</div><div><br></div><div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div>Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-44190221179046863182014-03-10T12:15:00.001-07:002014-03-10T12:16:52.127-07:00March FrustrationsThree days - Ashley will have the baclofen pump removed.<div><br></div><div> Frustsration. All the troubles. The pain. The two months it worked.</div><div><br></div><div>20 Days in Hospital - to date.</div><div> </div><div> Frustration. I am away from home so much. Our friends and famlies lives keep moving forward. David's job goes forward. Chris marches towards graduation. And we sit in a hospital.</div><div><br></div><div>Blog - leave well enough alone!</div><div><br></div><div> Frustration - now google and blogger have combined in a conspiracy specifically aimed at making my life more complicated! Grrrr.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Okay - perspective. It's the little things that drive us crazy when stressed. When life is out of our control, we just want to have one thing we can count on! Today, mine was blogger.com. I just wanted to get on and manage some posts. It has driven me crazy. To a headache! I want to throw something. Even now, I"m posting through a backdoor app! </div><div><br></div><div>Not in my control.</div><div><br></div><div>Truth - nothing really is except maybe our hairstyle. That's why women will change their hair when stressed - we WILL control something!</div><div><br></div><div>Peace somes in CHOOSING to let that control issue fall from our hands. </div><div><br></div><div>To quote Disney:</div><div><br></div><div>LET IT GO!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-7712638003595255662014-02-16T13:49:00.001-08:002014-02-16T13:49:54.603-08:00. . . and now it's FebruaryJanuary saw 5 days in the hospital. Three ER visits. <div><br></div><div>February 5 was surgery for a baclofen pump revision. Back to Denver! Dad drove us up and stayed.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXB-h1cVUeDWiFpAnIYVzxJO65D6PxSHKJUs9hSttfZu5bJi7EB0fgLHoek80_91v4f7yELWyp0R1HC9FrwfwZpOPM2PuvAnoI8z4XHU_n68QpflkdbzI7VKethpKY_HLhtIMLrS1OJQ/s640/blogger-image-690193647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXB-h1cVUeDWiFpAnIYVzxJO65D6PxSHKJUs9hSttfZu5bJi7EB0fgLHoek80_91v4f7yELWyp0R1HC9FrwfwZpOPM2PuvAnoI8z4XHU_n68QpflkdbzI7VKethpKY_HLhtIMLrS1OJQ/s640/blogger-image-690193647.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>That Wednesday, TEAM Ashley pulled together and over 90 people across the US wore purple - her favorite color and also the color for Pediatric Stroke Awareness (CHASA.org). So cool!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8qv6L7NHr9AwuYBHflMbbUpkplveDO4L8ZxZvB0E5Asc_qaTz-VPkYsdCXTsAZ44ykxRdqWV9oybq0SXppllYFHDykzoMka-cmTF04KEDpoSNrQVQX-lYtt_5cZOvLAb_Uqq-gRMcQA/s640/blogger-image-1451999116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8qv6L7NHr9AwuYBHflMbbUpkplveDO4L8ZxZvB0E5Asc_qaTz-VPkYsdCXTsAZ44ykxRdqWV9oybq0SXppllYFHDykzoMka-cmTF04KEDpoSNrQVQX-lYtt_5cZOvLAb_Uqq-gRMcQA/s640/blogger-image-1451999116.jpg"></a><b><i>Chris, Ruthie & Drew rockin' the Purple!</i></b></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Surgery was long - 4.5 hours! Re-opened both incision sites. Changed the Catheter. Flat on her back a total of 6 days!</div><div><br></div><div>Twice, we've been ready to go and something has gone wrong.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqThn1ThnwUv5SjaDEowDb-mcZP4WkU2or83VopR7qL5n9qJbQPng5-8gPGQgFcDl_B0dKqgVlbuLo-Q_aiwJGTXgVmHna7zPFybSzHBI1mOneTADfUYomLBlWUmPu_YQEvwd2hkCwTjw/s640/blogger-image--1151108079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqThn1ThnwUv5SjaDEowDb-mcZP4WkU2or83VopR7qL5n9qJbQPng5-8gPGQgFcDl_B0dKqgVlbuLo-Q_aiwJGTXgVmHna7zPFybSzHBI1mOneTADfUYomLBlWUmPu_YQEvwd2hkCwTjw/s640/blogger-image--1151108079.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <b><i>Valentine's Flowers from Dad</i></b></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>May I add right here - seeing cerebral spinal fluid leaking from your child's back like a water fountain is a little disconcerting. And regardless of what the NeuroSurgeons may say, see a lump of spinal fluid on your child's back is scary. They may tell me it's safe but I really don't like the idea of spinal leaking from my child and pooling in a pocket. </div><div><br></div><div>Ashley has been quite the trooper - frustration to the point of tears only once.</div><div><br></div><div>It's been hard on our guys. THe first week we were here, my dad and M2 stayed in Durango. They were there in case we came home while David and Chris were in Chicago on a college trip. When we were obviously not headed home, they went back to Phoenix.</div><div><br></div><div>David and Chris were at TIU last weekend for the University's Midnight Classic Soccer event. They had fun. Chris is already making friends! It's so good to know he is going where Christ has called him!</div><div><br></div><div>Having Dad and Mike there was It good for David - he wasnt alone in the evenings - and Chris was happy for meals!</div><div><br></div><div>Things are not easy. Ever, it seems. But chin up!</div><div><br></div><div>Tomorrow we are back into the OR for a procedure - a blood patch. Under light anesthesia they will do a blood patch to hopefully seal her spine. Another day down and then maybe home by Wednesday! Whoot!!!!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR22Zd86DgwlxBh9iyRXK5jVlihYCwIu8XxE2FTEQrb8_fFSyMNKkqT0b6JZWTBGhXHaDPvfOCsUZ6cMaSy0SC9JnxWU5Vwq1gwcMwKA_RZbjMNMsTs7gyLttiT7KWV-bxbH39nRHDSWo/s640/blogger-image-24588811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR22Zd86DgwlxBh9iyRXK5jVlihYCwIu8XxE2FTEQrb8_fFSyMNKkqT0b6JZWTBGhXHaDPvfOCsUZ6cMaSy0SC9JnxWU5Vwq1gwcMwKA_RZbjMNMsTs7gyLttiT7KWV-bxbH39nRHDSWo/s640/blogger-image-24588811.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Marilyn has been here every step. You can't imagine how humbling it is for someone to tell you that God has called them to be your support. To know they truly believe that God has called them to sit in a hospital, sleep on a couch, eat the same food day after day, night after night is something special. God loves through people.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejuJ7JBzsVpXKludcGETWnaDaPiymCH3AINS-Ji4Xni98B4zxwcBl5qNWwcznvXX4ViB4go5Inb8cqtC7SOMWBvYreMhqlajVaGZjxxpQWISGHlFrxz-aZFPEde9x44nDg5wKbqBX0X8/s640/blogger-image--950302526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejuJ7JBzsVpXKludcGETWnaDaPiymCH3AINS-Ji4Xni98B4zxwcBl5qNWwcznvXX4ViB4go5Inb8cqtC7SOMWBvYreMhqlajVaGZjxxpQWISGHlFrxz-aZFPEde9x44nDg5wKbqBX0X8/s640/blogger-image--950302526.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We've developed a daily schedule. UP. Bible Studies. Straighten room. Breakfast. Reading. Walking. Movies. Art. Laughter. Doctors. Nurses. --- all part of our day!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_xQ6iwcZYVYXSmnnhLtgQUxbgZb45FfsCceu5Mgj34EDu_gOFcLGIeQi0MocoLg5SgNEeHvWvXOF0SGEhISg0kNhyphenhyphenjGk70wby8w8ZD8CR6rC9Ovswy_IdgFzp9kk4ASMyl4aNrPDd_s/s640/blogger-image--1955913112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_xQ6iwcZYVYXSmnnhLtgQUxbgZb45FfsCceu5Mgj34EDu_gOFcLGIeQi0MocoLg5SgNEeHvWvXOF0SGEhISg0kNhyphenhyphenjGk70wby8w8ZD8CR6rC9Ovswy_IdgFzp9kk4ASMyl4aNrPDd_s/s640/blogger-image--1955913112.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We look forward to the Pet Visits and tonight the DU Soccer Team is downstairs for an event. We look forward to little things! Coffee from outside the hospital. Food, too. Movie times. </div><div><br></div><div>But we really look forward to going home!!!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbOQ1nzBkhVjhfJpR2cmOzbHxDC3DqnroHBtqWum3Efoa7X1UBLV90yv3K5yTgjum6kCfZ8YbCnKc8LjND4-eiMgnWkRBAyKEUx8qtnPCGGNhtxf6PWoS6eYtBiH78MoHvDxDKF5OmdE/s640/blogger-image-1970340043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbOQ1nzBkhVjhfJpR2cmOzbHxDC3DqnroHBtqWum3Efoa7X1UBLV90yv3K5yTgjum6kCfZ8YbCnKc8LjND4-eiMgnWkRBAyKEUx8qtnPCGGNhtxf6PWoS6eYtBiH78MoHvDxDKF5OmdE/s640/blogger-image-1970340043.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-62538402602527433522014-01-21T19:17:00.001-08:002014-01-21T19:17:51.476-08:00Again.2014 is off with a bang!<div><br></div><div>1/3 - Chris fell skiing so it was off to the er. Tore a ligament between two fingers! </div><div><br></div><div>Me- forever to kick bronchitis </div><div><br></div><div>Last Wednesday - abdominal pain around her pump, back pain and a growing lump on her bed led to a night with Ashley in the Durango ER and an early morning drive to Denver. Then 4.5 days in the hospital. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Truly not up to posting details yet. </div><div><br></div><div>Emotional exhaustion right now. </div><div><br></div><div>I am sitting in a hot bath in a hotel across the street where we hope to rest before driving home in the morning. </div><div><br></div><div>For a few days. </div><div><br></div><div>To clean house. </div><div><br></div><div>To organize school work. </div><div><br></div><div>To make meals. </div><div><br></div><div>To pack again. </div><div><br></div><div>Then back to Denver for surgery to revise the catheter insertion. And more days on her back. And start again. </div><div><br></div><div>I miss my husband. We agreed years ago that we would always do our best to assure each child had at least one parent. We've spent so many nights apart. </div><div><br></div><div>I miss my son. His senior year. He's doing an internship at our church and I'm so proud of him. I've seen his office via FaceTime. I miss our book discussions. And I miss making him eggs in the morning. I am missing so much of his last year at home. </div><div><br></div><div>I miss my dog. And my pillow and my coffee. I miss choosing from more than two shirts and two pair of pants a day. I miss my giant tub and steam shower. I miss cooking. </div><div><br></div><div>I miss my cable tv. And computer and radio. I miss my friends and just having lunch with them and talking ably God snd kids and dogs and husbands. </div><div><br></div><div>I miss singing at church. I miss the piano. I miss music in my life.</div><div><br></div><div>I miss my family in Oklahoma. I miss my best friend. I miss my parents. And my aunties. And my adopted aunt and uncle. I miss my Best Cousin. And Texaa cousins. </div><div><br></div><div>I miss my daughter. That little cherub born 15.5 years ago. Who wanted to dance and be a cheerleader. Her giggles and sighs. Not her tears of pain. </div><div><br></div><div>Some days I feel like I've missed my life while driving to and from and sitting in a doctors office or hospital room. Or by the phone for test results. </div><div><br></div><div>Or those rare occasions I let myself just sit on the floor and cry. </div><div><br></div><div>Not a pity party. You know me too well. But my good friends know I am good at smiling. </div><div><br></div><div>I don't want your pity. My pity. </div><div><br></div><div>But it's truth.</div><div><br></div><div>Life can suck. </div><div><br></div><div>And hurt. </div><div><br></div><div>And you can't change it. </div><div><br></div><div>Beach family rule #1 - Suck it up buttercup. </div><div><br></div><div>Truth - I never miss God. </div><div><br></div><div>He's always with me. </div><div><br></div><div>I just wish he were with me at Home. Or Disney World. Or Hawaii. </div><div><br></div><div>But mostly Home. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRiLLmsn6BGvMGu6VaF2JdPYm1aPn5XDA4ob3CejxGjoggvI8brP98NDkYcr4_aJjIrkELoOIseLxc3iJ0e7bxjtrrfZgsvvt8PYeDvKOFmsLM9O2jS4p_myEV8yvAMCc6W3bCUxUX6TQ/s640/blogger-image-1456964894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRiLLmsn6BGvMGu6VaF2JdPYm1aPn5XDA4ob3CejxGjoggvI8brP98NDkYcr4_aJjIrkELoOIseLxc3iJ0e7bxjtrrfZgsvvt8PYeDvKOFmsLM9O2jS4p_myEV8yvAMCc6W3bCUxUX6TQ/s640/blogger-image-1456964894.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBySMnx0SH3anTyYbcFDOau4Qw7J_5KboQ1LeK2BCyuh1P5082P0HJ9jiw60opOctY661JmAONgA12L4a2A-hJE7JRiC2kbD35CKpbrV-FX0_HHNvNtIuLLQfxT8uhbhM466frqb8Lqk/s640/blogger-image--507491489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBySMnx0SH3anTyYbcFDOau4Qw7J_5KboQ1LeK2BCyuh1P5082P0HJ9jiw60opOctY661JmAONgA12L4a2A-hJE7JRiC2kbD35CKpbrV-FX0_HHNvNtIuLLQfxT8uhbhM466frqb8Lqk/s640/blogger-image--507491489.jpg"></a></div>Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-18185976836267258742014-01-04T09:09:00.003-08:002014-01-04T09:09:59.646-08:00Welcome 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-55285260874571827952013-12-24T14:19:00.002-08:002013-12-24T14:19:14.712-08:00Waiting. . . Christmas Eve 2013<i><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Waiting</span></i><br />
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long ago it waited for the Birth of the Christ.<br />
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The God of the Old Testament who fulfilled his promises so long ago, still keeps His Promises today. We can trust Him. <br />
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How did we get here? <br />
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Yes, I know the obvious - one minute at a time. One breath. One step. <br />
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But seriously? I feel like it was November 15 just yesterday. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Maybe this loss of time is a good thing. </span><br />
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Not that I've glossed over life but that I'm not bogged down with the minutia of all that has happened in the past 18 months. <br />
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But I am sitting here with my computer on my lap watching the snow fall and just knowing that there's peace.<br />
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I haven't really just SAT for months. Well, I've been at soccer games - and took pictures. I've been in hospital rooms - and planned the Holidays. At my desk I've planned lessons, graded papers and answered mail.<br />
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This has not been a Martha-type busyness. In fact, Martha gets a bad rap sometimes. Her fault was in not taking time THAT DAY to sit. But think - without Martha's in this world, no one eats, clothes are dirty and there is general Chaos. Martha was made to be busy - but she forgot to take those days to SIT.<br />
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For 18 months I've had very few SIT days. Not because of my own making - it's just been life. But there have been those times when God has told me to SIT.<br />
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SIT.<br />
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Not even ready by Bible.<br />
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Not pray.<br />
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Not praise.<br />
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Clear my mind. Just BE in HIS presence.<br />
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That is what has held me the past year and a half. Through curve balls, living out of suitcases, facing fears, grieving loss and planning tomorrows, HIS presence has been my strength.<br />
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SIT today. Be STILL.<br />
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SIT in HOPE that HE is GOD.<br />
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Chris's Senior Soccer Season was so fun!<br />
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By November, he was accepted to Trinity International University to play soccer. He and I traveled up there for a great week of visits. Yes, I can drive in Chicago!<br />
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Ashley chose in August to have the Baclofen Pump implanted.<br />
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Surgery was Scheduled for November.<br />
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HOPE Deliveries was started.<br />
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I was invited to speak next April at the Mission Women Conference! Ashley took head shots of me for the conference web site. So fun!<br />
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We drove up a suburban full of fun things!! The day before her surgery - We delivered. We loved. We held. We laughed. Amazing day of giving!<br />
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Then surgery day. 1pm became 4pm. 4pm became 7pm. Surgery started at 8:30. It was over at 11:30. It was 1:30am before we were settled in the room.<br />
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Her hand reacted immediately to the baclofen. <br />
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We've decorated her room. Watched movies. Entertained her as she lay flat for 36hours!!<br />
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The letdown has hit today.<br />
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Like I have been holding my breathe since August 25th.<br />
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Tears will come suddenly. Relief. Fatigue maybe. But all in Peace.<br />
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Thank you for all who have held us in prayer during this season.<br />
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<br />Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-8977541434069709132013-09-10T09:30:00.000-07:002013-09-10T09:30:50.982-07:00Remember<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Testimony Tuesday. . .</b></i></span><br />
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A day to remember.<br />
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Not reflect on your trials and heartaches, but on what God has done for you.<br />
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I believe God's hand is at work in every situation of every day but we fail to see Him.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> We call it fortune when it's actually provision. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> We call it fate when it's God's perfect timing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> We claim our planning over His Will.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Near misses? Our good luck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">God longs to show himself strong on our behalf - yet when he goes we fail to acknowledge him, not to mention give him Thanks!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Pray for God's eyes to see His Hand today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Remember! Write it down! Share it with your friends and family!</span><br />
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<br />Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-72130215954817542292013-08-30T10:33:00.002-07:002013-08-30T10:33:32.118-07:00In A Pit, A Den or A DungeonWhere are you living today?<br />
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We have all "done time" in a situation we didn't like. It was uncomfortable. Maybe it was of no fault of our own. The smells, the sounds may have been unbearable at times. <br />
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The good news - God sees you!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Daniel</i></span><br />
<b> In A Den</b><br />
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Jeremiah 38:6, "T<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;">hen took they </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;">Jeremiah</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;">, and cast him into the </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;">pit."</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Paul and Silas</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Not the most pleasant of places. Daniel was in the company of fierce lions who ate men for their supper. Jeremiah's pit was so wet he sank into the mud. Paul and Silas were house in the inner cells where no light could penetrate the darkness.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">But the were not alone!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">The lion's mouths were closed. Jeremiah's friends pulled him out. Paul and Silas were released by an earthquake!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">How different the story might have been if their attitudes had been different. Instead of praying they gave way to </span></span>despair. Instead of singing they had a pity party.<br />
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Your circumstances are known to God. He has not left you. Never will! Check your heart and look up! The pit is where you are, not WHO you are!<br />
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Just like Paul and Silas, you will hear the words, "Release them!" and out of the pit or dungeon you will come with head high and shouting the praises of God!<br />
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<br />Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-80900991393702072692013-08-19T06:56:00.003-07:002013-08-19T06:56:51.841-07:00Monday, Monday<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>"How big is your God? Is He big enough to do anything, or are there limits (in your mind) to what God can do? What could you do today to begin to live with a bigger, better view of God?"</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Batterson, Mark (2008-08-19). In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day (Kindle Locations 451-452). The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group. Kindle Edition. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How's that for a Monday morning question?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I read this Thursday night. Before bed. And for two days, I prayed, "God who are you?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not head knowledge - Creator, Redeemer, Savior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wanted some heart knowledge. I craved for a picture of God that was out of my box. Not created by me or my memory from artists' imaginations or Sunday School literature.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Who Are You? Who do you want me to see?"</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In obedience, our Pastor Mark, shared Sunday during worship a word picture God had revealed to Him. It was what I needed. It was who God wanted me to see.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A Warrior God. Fighting against the enemy on my behalf. Defending me while I sleep. Surrounding me while I walked down the street. Sword drawn. Daring the darkness to try and touch His precious Child! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Safe. So safe. No weapon was going to harm me - it would not even come near me! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">God loves to reveal himself to us. I am convinced more and more that he longs for us to see Him more in his fullness so that we may trust Him more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He is not daunted by the question, "who are you?" He loves it! He wants us to ask!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do you dare? Are you ready? Are you willing to let God reveal himself to you today?</span></div>
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Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-92153760067859342522013-08-15T21:14:00.000-07:002013-08-15T21:14:09.964-07:00Let's Get this Straight!Creative - I love the way our creative God speaks to us - some through nature; some through fiction or movies; some in visual arts; ballet; and so often, music.<br />
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Tonight, the lyrics of a Mat Kearney song are ringing in my head:<br />
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She got the call today<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />One out of the gray<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And when the smoke cleared<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />It took her breath away<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She said she didn't believe<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />It could happen to me<br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><i>I guess we're all one phone call from our knees</i></span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></div>
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It has been one year and 8 days since Ashley had surgery on her left great toe. It was a major one. One hour became two then three then four. . . problems getting the bones to align. Use of crushed donor bone to put her toe together. Then 3 hospital days. Lung problems. </div>
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But she came through yet again. She couldn't dance last year which broke her heart. The toe wasn't fusing. We waited. We've watched.</div>
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Then more xrays this month. Send the xrays to Denver. Wait.</div>
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And today the call came.</div>
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"Hi, Kim, this is Merritt!" </div>
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We love Merritt. She is Dr. Frank Chang's wonderful Hospital Wife. She organizes him, schedules him, probably knows as much medicine as the students that darken the halls of Children's Hospital of Colorado. She has laughed with us. She has sat in the room with us and told us her wedding plans. Brought us snacks and water when appointments went long. And even cried with us when the news wasn't good.</div>
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"We got Ashley's xrays from Durango today. Dr. Chang is here with me. Do you have am minute to talk?"</div>
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Never. Ever. has Dr. Chang and Merritt talked to us at the same time. </div>
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"Sure," I said and grabbed a pencil and paper and headed to the kitchen table. I knew I'd need to sit.</div>
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It seems the hardware in her toe has failed. The joint did not fuse with the hardware. The dystonia - uncontrolled movements - have wiggled the screw loose. It has worked it's way out of the bone and is sitting under the skin just under her toe nail. No wonder she hurts.</div>
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Options? Wait. Good shoes. Wait. Xrays. Redo the the surgery. Fix the dystonia with a Baclofen pump (but no guarantees there). Bone stimulator but not sure that would make a difference at this point. And - ready - amputation of great toe just past toe nail.</div>
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"Have Ashley call me anytime. I will talk to her on the phone. We will make decisions together." Love that man. Dr. Chang has been a God-send to us. We pray for him alot.</div>
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Ashley and I sat at the table and talked. She took the list of options to her room. I went to my closet. We both cried. Then she came and found me and we cried together.</div>
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Then we went about our evening.</div>
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So let's get this straight. Clear the air. </div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Hope</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"> does not mean the absence of uncertainty.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Faith </i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;">goes not mean you don't have questions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;">The boat rocks, the waves roll. Lighting flashes and thunder booms. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;">My Anchor knows the storm is there - He speaks to the wind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;">My Anchor knows the pain involved - He feels for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;">So get this straight! God loves you!!! He's got this!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;">And Stay in the Boat!!</span></div>
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Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-65089852171966477912013-08-12T07:24:00.000-07:002013-08-12T07:24:20.109-07:00The Concept of ChaosI love the concept of a disciplined life.<br />
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A schedule. Knowing what's going to happen when.<br />
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Up. Bible. Dress. Pray some more. Breakfast. Kids. Exercise. School. Read. . .<br />
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You get the picture.<br />
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Disciplined. Stable. Structured. Predictable. Unwavering. <br />
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~ Yeah, right.<br />
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A friend recently wrote me that she's "running every day now!." I replied, "I brush my teeth every day." But that seems about the most consistent thing I do on a routine.<br />
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My husband has a routine. In fact, if you interrupt that routine, he's likely to forget something. Several years ago, I had to be at work earlier than normal. I entered the bathroom at a different point in his routine - he forgot to shave. I through him off. Adaptation is not one of his strengths.<br />
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Actually there are things I do every day, just not on a time schedule. I go to God every day. I read His Word every day. I cook. I clean. I read. I get dressed for bed. I sleep. And I start over. Every day.<br />
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But mine is more Chaos than Structure.<br />
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"Order and disorder," said the Speaker, "they each have their beauty," wrote Orson S. Card in <u>Speaker for the Dead</u>. That is my life! Order and Disorder. They live together.<br />
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2012-2013 was a Beautiful Chaos. There was much Disorder but God was putting Order into in His way. Multiple surgeries for Ashley. Friends. Business changes. Moves. Trips. School. Service. <br />
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Out of Chaos God creates. He Creates. <br />
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Out of the Chaos of the Cosmos He created planets that spin in a precise orbit. Stars that shine and moons that control sea tides thousands of miles away. In the Chaos of humanity He brought a Savior to bring us Hope.<br />
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In the Chaos of our daily life, He desires to bring His order. It may not look scheduled or regimented - but it's His. Learning to listening to Him so that while folding laundry you pray for those wearer of those clothes. When you reach for your favorite tea mug you pray for the precious friend who bought it for you. During your morning routine, you praise Him for his creative creations.<br />
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That's God's Order. That's His discipline.<br />
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His Concept of Chaos is Discipline through Obedience. <br />
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I like that.Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-89053777125358716692012-10-29T09:16:00.002-07:002012-10-29T09:16:33.355-07:00God's Economics
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">I am
constantly amazed by God’s provision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Not just in
the economics of Finance – but in His economics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">We have
seen God provided for the monetary needs time and again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bills paid on time when there seemed to be no
money in the bank.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Food on the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heat in the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That little extra we find in the budget that
buys a pizza for a special meal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God’s
provisions are never late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They may not
always look or taste like we want – but they are there nonetheless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">But God is
more concerned at our Spiritual Status than our physical comforts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span><u><span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">The Economics
of the Spiritual<o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">I was
reminded last night about the importance of hiding God’s word in our hearts so
that it’s there when we need it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a
teenager, my dad would give me a quarter before leaving on a date.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was to use the pay phone to call him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Any time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Anywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No questions
asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’d come get me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was there as an insurance against the
unthinkable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Memorizing Scriptures
is much the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">Psalms 119:11, “I
have stored up (hidden, memorized, meditated on) your Word in my heart, that I
might not sin against You.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">When I memorize, meditate, commit to my heart the Word of
God, I am banking against hard times!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Like that quarter in my pocket, I have God inside of my heart for those “just
in case” against the unthinkable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">Sundays are long days for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday began a 7:30 with a Prayer and
Worship for Children’s Ministry Leaders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’m not a morning person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Far
from it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d love to watch the sunrise –
if it happened about 9:00 am every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we worked as a Greeter / Hallway Monitor
and Security during 1<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">st</span></sup> service – 8:30 – 10:30.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The family that takes over for us had a sick
child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, we greeted, monitored and
secured during 2<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">nd</span></sup> service while popping in to worship, hear the
sermon and loving on kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I picked the
wrong day to wear heels!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then it was
home for a quick bite;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fold
laundry;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>put away yard stuff before the
snows then back to church at 5:00pm to fix dinner for ReFrame (our young adult
ministires – which we love!!!), worship service, bible study and then dinner
and game night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">Whew.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">Before the ReFrame service, I received one of those calls
that folks with difficult family situations expect and dread.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just another piece of the pie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another nail in the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing new.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But hurts all the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">But in the God’s Economics of the Spiritual – I was
ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Worship that morning, I heard
God repeating, “Heal” to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not just
physical but the spiritual and emotional.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I don’t remember the song, but one line kept repeating in my head, “I
have found a Love.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Church, I was
reminded of the Year of Jubilee – God has come to set us free!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the afternoon, there was peace in sitting
with my husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just being in his
arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being loved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At ReFrame, I was reminded, that I have a
God’s word in Me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s alive and living
and it binds up the broken hearted!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
Worship, I wept as God poured His healing in my wounded heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I served those young people with gladness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">Their hugs were payment back into my Economics of Love
account!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">I am reminded of Matthew 6:8, “for your Father knows what
you need before you even ask Him!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">He knew what I would need yesterday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">And He has today covered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">And my Tomorrow is banked as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Mongolian Baiti";">Invest in His Spiritual Economics Today!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every Day!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-23556505668238077242012-09-28T09:23:00.000-07:002012-09-28T09:23:15.676-07:00What Does the Lord Require?When walking through tough times, it's easy to get too focused on the problem.<br />
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It starts out as ground fog in front of us. Then we watch it, talk about it, talk to it until it grows into a giant storm cloud. Soon, we are standing in the middle of the maelstorm and our very breath is being sucked from our existence.<br />
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Admittedly, there are times, when we just wake up in the middle of a storm not of our own making but we are forced to live there.<br />
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That happened to Jesus.<br />
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Jesus had been teaching and walking and helping people all day. He was tired. He got in the boat and went to sleep.<br />
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We read in Matthew 8:24, "Suddenly, a fierce storm struck the lake, with waves breaking into the boat. But
Jesus was sleeping."<br />
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Storm raging. Master sleeping. He wakes up - what is going on!!??!!!<br />
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His disciples were scared! They woke him up! They pleaded, "save us!"<br />
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Jesus woke up, looked around and spoke to the storm, "Be still."<br />
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Verse 26 says, "there was a great calm."<br />
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Not a slight subsiding of waves. Or a decreased in thunder. But a GREAT CALM!<br />
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The disciples were focused on the storm. The waves. The POTENTIAL for calamity.<br />
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Jesus spoke to the storm.<br />
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He spoke to their fear.<br />
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"Be still."<br />
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In the midst of hospitals and diagnosis and death and pain and suffering; worries of medical bills, medications and monthly payments; when family members are clammering and the din of discension overwhelms you with a crashing cacophony of sound, speak to your storm, "Be Still."<br />
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Be Still.<br />
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To the storm - but mostly to you.<br />
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Be Still - rest in God's word - hide yourself in His promises!<br />
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Be Still - he's got this!<br />
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Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-19021482275760013082012-08-30T06:49:00.001-07:002012-08-30T06:49:54.990-07:00WaitingNever have tears come so easily. This is the 12th time I have put a child in an operating room. The 10th time for Ashley. <br />
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There are tears of relief that this could possibly be the last surgery. <br />
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There are tears of grief for all she has been through. <br />
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There are tears of dread for the psi that awaits her post operatively. <br />
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Tears of fatigue. <br />
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Tears of release. <br />
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And so we wait. <br />
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Expectantly. That the Lord will perfect his work in her today. That he will be our shield and strong tower. That our God is mighty to save today. Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-67372262604574650532012-08-24T12:08:00.001-07:002012-08-24T12:08:36.864-07:00Sitting in Hope<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">On August 20 I finished a 30 day printed media fast - no newspapers, magazines or books. Hard for someone who looks forward to the daily paper, reads <u>Newsweek</u> and<u> Time</u> magazines from cover-to-cover; devours <u>Christianity Today</u> each month and loves to read most every genre of literature ever imagined.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The hardest day to abide by this fast was Ashley's surgery day - August 8. I usually grab magazines or occupy myself with a book during the endless wait. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Two hours. That was the scheduled time for this operation. I could do it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But by not burying myself in a book, I was able to share Jesus through Ashley's story two times. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When walking the hallways both day and night, I was able to pray for those around me. To be present. See pain. Give Hope.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The view did not change for 3 days, but my viewpoint has bettered in the past 30!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When escaping into a world of books, movies, drugs, alcohol - whatever your favorite distraction - we rob ourselves of feeling emotions - the good and the bad - and receiving the Hope God wishes to bring us.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ashley goes for surgery again on August 30 - this time in Durango, CO. For her hand. Her second hand surgery. I'm not looking forward to her pain or the wait. But I am looking forward to seeing where God uses us this time!</span><br />
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It was surgery #9 for Ashley. <br />
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And may I say it was full of excitement. Nothing went smoothly. Longer surgery, hospital problems, med problems, breathing stuff, personnel complications, house keeping issues - you name it, we battled it. <br />
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When asked how I would rate the trip, I said A+. We made it through successfully! Sharing Jesus in waiting rooms, with nurses, with each other. <br />
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Before you enter a battle, you must decide what you want to look like when it is over. <br />
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Like an athlete - envision the end result. Victory. A gold medal. A smile. A gracious loss even. <br />
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What do you want them to say about you when the race is over? <br />
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For this is a race! A contest. And the enemy of your soul wishes to distract you while you are racing. To make you so focused on the hurdle in front of you that you cannot see the finish line. <br />
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"Run in such a way to win the prize,". We learned this in sports camp. Rub for the prize but train in integrity. Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-897619479173513022012-06-19T10:05:00.001-07:002012-06-19T10:05:32.240-07:00GrowthGrowth hurts. Asking any kid who is experiencing those nasty growing pains.<br />
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Ask any child who has pins in a bone to prevent growth.<br />
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The same is true with Christ. In fact, often what we experience in the physical has a corresponding lesson in the spiritual!<br />
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We recently had a Sports Camp / VBS in our community. I taught the Bible lessons each night. And it wasn't a week I wanted to be teaching Bible lessons - extended family issues, physical issues, spiritual issues - you name it!- were in play. <br />
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Basically, any area that I had ever had an issue or insecurity about in my entire life was gutted open. <br />
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"Only you (Jesus) can turn me inside out," the children sang each night. And that's what I felt like. Inside out. <br />
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Gutted.<br />
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Growth. Some things were truth, some things were chaff. Some things were God and some where man. Some things were me and some things were other peoples, well, things. <br />
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My sweet Daughter-on-Loan prayed for me to accept those things God had and to let the others things, issues, words fade away. <br />
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The pains of growth are real. They are fact. But they are revealing a greater good in me. Often they happen in times when the enemy throws everything he can at you to distract you from the potential the situation has for you.<br />
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Stay in the fire. Face it. The pain won't last and the growth is good!<br />
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<br />Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-88765334569808124932012-03-29T09:14:00.000-07:002012-03-29T09:14:15.791-07:00PowerSometimes powerful statements come from the most unlikely of places.<br />
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Ashley has been having some tests done the past few weeks. Routine stuff. Triennial review things - which we are a year behind in doing. Neuro-Psychological profiles, educational norms. Real fun stuff. And we top celebrate it all with an EEG!<br />
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That means sleep deprivation for her. And Me. And Chris. and David.<br />
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This time we headed to a late movie. We saw <u>The Hunger Games</u>. A tale of post-apocolyptic America where the nation is divided into districts which send two children from each area to an annual competition to fight to the death as a means for reminding them that rebellion is futile. The children are offered as a sacrifice to the nation for the peace. (okay, that'll preach. To what do we offer our children as sacrifice? Popularity? Media? Fame? Money? Ahh, another day.) <br />
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I've read the books. Time for the movie. <br />
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<i>Sidenote: This is NOT a Children's movie. It is PG-13 for a reason!!! There is violence. Children are killing each other!!! Please use wisdom in taking your children.</i><br />
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At one point, the villainous President states, "The only thing more powerful than fear is Hope." <br />
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Wow. I grabbed my phone to type that down.<br />
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That Hope is what keeps us going. Allows us to take our kids for testing knowing that the results may not be what we want to hear but we HOPE it's better than we think. We HOPE that the meds will work. We HOPE that surgery will fix this problem - this time. We HOPE. We BELIEVE><br />
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Place your HOPE in God today. <br />
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Meds will fail. Tests will be inaccurate. Only Christ will be sure and steady each time.Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-72245969736492961432012-03-02T15:49:00.000-08:002012-03-02T15:49:34.884-08:00Keeping Hope Alive<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hope - the greatest gift ever given to us.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We have HOPE for a better tomorrow - the sunrise will start a new day.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But how the heck to you keep HOPE alive? Somedays, the reality of the today, tomorrow and the next; the list of decisions we must make; the prognosis of doctors; the diagnosis of specialists; the reality of where we live in this fast continuum of space and time - all defeat that little spark of HOPE!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't have an answer today. I'm not discouraged. I'm just wandering.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I do hurt today. Hurt for my child who heard me say the same lesson 5 different ways over 2 days and still didn't get it. Hurt for her frustration. Making tough decisions - must she know a predicate nominative? What in her future will require that knowledge? If she writes correctly and descriptively, what does it matter if she can name every part of speech in one of de Tocqueville's 500 word, grammatically correct sentences?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lord, give me the words to keep HOPE alive in my child's heart. When she sees only the wall, let me show her the staircase. When she sees only the failure, let me show her success. When she hurts, let me show her healing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thanks God.</span>Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-90259538092568012752012-02-06T15:01:00.000-08:002012-02-06T15:01:06.910-08:00Home Again, Home AgainWe returned yesterday from 9 days in Florida. Beautiful.<br />
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We so needed the rest!<br />
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And I truly believe, on family enjoys each other as much as we do. We laugh and giggle together. We talk about God openly. And we talk about our pain and hopes as well.<br />
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It was a hard trip for Ashley. She will NOT use an assistive device. So she walked every DW park, keeping up with us. At night, her ankle was swollen and required ice. But she did not complain.<br />
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One evening, she and I were alone in the Magic Kingdom, doing our own thing - shopping. She told me she loved the trip but it was physically and emotionally hard on her.<br />
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Physically I understood. But emotionally?<br />
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"Yes, I see the kids my age and how they can walk and move and I can't do that. It hurts my heart."<br />
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This momma hurt too. I walked through the park in tears, so thankful for the darkness. She held my hand and we watched the theatre show, "Wishes do come true."<br />
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Her wishes have not come true - cerebral palsy still there. Myoclonus dystonia still plagues her body. Toes are better, and we are so thankful. But the hand surgery seemed to make things worse. Pain is a huge problem.<br />
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But we keep going.<br />
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Tonight? She has dance.<br />
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Tomorrow? Gym time; a good workout followed by a steam and hot top.<br />
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Friday night? Cast Member for the Daddy Daughter Dance.<br />
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And we keep going. And going. And going. <br />
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And God's grace keeps growing. And growing. And growing.Kimberly Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605457442612714524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864843200576962334.post-75972845009633631962011-10-26T13:41:00.000-07:002011-10-26T13:41:26.308-07:00Enjoy the MusicHer surgery went very well this week. She is up and walking - recently going on a scavanger hunt since her brother hid her crutches!<br />
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Our friend Marilyn had flown in from Big Spring, TX and driven to surgery with us. We walked Ashley into the operating room, getting dressed in our Blue Evening Gowns.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Onlyy hhis time the whole operating room was quiet as they listened to her testimony in song - </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">This is my Father's world </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">And to my listening ear </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">All nature sings and 'round me rings</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">The beauty of the sphere.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlTKLI_9A7-UJyuSTbmrd03y03COpHrwnfErP35vpf0Kj_R1Ph0RpLN-pIoM4NwPhFzi0_V_9fq6h7bnG-pSem4cehq1B3V88aV4gvQCp-LBSIAZmIzs69T6yeIAr1pHIGk3_Ycbxcog/s1600/DSCN0284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlTKLI_9A7-UJyuSTbmrd03y03COpHrwnfErP35vpf0Kj_R1Ph0RpLN-pIoM4NwPhFzi0_V_9fq6h7bnG-pSem4cehq1B3V88aV4gvQCp-LBSIAZmIzs69T6yeIAr1pHIGk3_Ycbxcog/s320/DSCN0284.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Housecleaning. Cooking. Packing. Finding insurance forms. Flu shots. Arguing with wheelchair companies. Scheduling follow-ups. Soccer Game. Dance class. <br />
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We leave for Denver on Thursday AM. Surgery is Friday at 2:45.<br />
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Her best li'l Buddy Katrina is having the same surgery on Wednesday in Salt Lake City, Utah.<br />
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I know two girls and two families who'd love your prayers!<br />
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