The Joke's On Me.

Today I began my day spending some time with my 10-year-old before he left for school, then went for a 2.5 mile walk/run/walk (I like to interval train). I finished up my alone time by spending it with God and in my new Bible.

This is turning out to be a true gem. It's the TrueIdentity Bible (TNIV).

I'll admit it - I'm a bible glutton. I have so many bibles in different versions with devotions written for different aspects of my life: women, parenting, marriage, becoming closer to Christ, etc.

I believe that God works in amazing ways, of course, and I love it when I can actually see his hand moving in my life. I recently felt called to give away one of my bibles - notes, highlights and all. I love this friend and felt her struggle, and God showed me a way to help. But I thought I was helping her.

Turns out, He was using the situation to get to me, as well. I set out last night on a trip to the bookstore. I benefit greatly from the messages that are pulled out from the text of that particular version (shown right) and wanted to replace the one I had given away with the same one.

The bookstore I went to didn't have the Becoming Bible, so I began browsing through other versions and happened upon the TrueIdentity Bible. I sat and read and read through it before ever leaving the store. I couldn't put it down.

I love being excited about being in the Word, and I love even more when a good group of writers can pull from the text and talk about issues that we are facing in today's world and can give answers and solutions with more of God's word.

The first thing I randomly turned to when I first picked it up was about precisely an issue I've been struggling with. What I read totally convicted me and made me ask for forgiveness right there in the religion section of the store. I love it when God speaks to me bluntly, even when it is something I'm not particularly ready to hear.

Life just wouldn't work for me without staying in God's Word daily. I would wither and die.

Here are two other bibles that I read from daily. One is great for general life application of God's word in today's world, and the other one is a devotional bible for Moms.

Taken Down.

Autism kicked my butt today. Really. Whomped me good. And I don't like to admit defeat.

However, after 15 straight minutes of trying to get our 5-year-old into his church classroom, I gave up in utter defeat. Not defeat like - okay you're coming into our service.

No, defeat like - I took his hand and walked him (with my husband trailing behind wondering what I was doing) back through the church biting my lip to hold back the tears. Defeat like - I grabbed my coat and LEFT.

I knew I was going to blow, and I didn't want to sit in a pew during service crying my eyes out over the fact that my son's special needs had gotten the best of me. Of course, I probably would have walked out feeling much better after being there and listening to the message. But at the moment, I just wanted it all to stop.

So instead I cried all the way home - quietly, so he wouldn't know I was crying and think that it was his fault. He can't help it. As bad as I feel, it has to feel a thousand times worse for him.

Most days I handle this role I've been given with as much grace as I possibly can. Then there are days like today, when I dig as deep as I can and still can't find it in me.

I know I am incredibly blessed to have these three boys, each with their different needs and issues; and I love them beyond measure.

Here's hoping that this week brings renewed strength and a fresh outlook.

photo by davi sommerfeld

It's All In Who You Know

My totally awesome pal, Alli - of Mrs. Fussypants, Mother of All Conservatives, and Worthington Wire - fashioned me a new header a few nights ago. Girl just whipped it up while we were chatting on Skype! That chick's gonna rule the world someday - you heard it here first. Go check out all that she's got goin' on.

I wish I had talent. But I digress ...

She felt bad that I was all boring on the top and rockin' down below (well, my words ...).

I's got totally kewl buds! Thanks, Alli!

The GIVE Act: Exposed On The Bitten Word

The House passed the Generations Invigorating Volunteerism and Education Act on Monday. The bill includes language indicating young people will be forced to participate in mandatory national service programs. The bill also states that "service learning" will be a mandatory part of the youth curriculum.

This bill calls for a minimum of three months of mandatory service, during which time participants (our children) will be forbidden from attending worship services, bible studies, or Sunday School.

Read the entire post on The Bitten Word.

Whoa - hold on there. Our government, which was founded on religious freedom - in fact, is the reason we are not all living in England right now - is trying to put into law mandatory volunteerism (quite an oxymoron) during which they are restricting our freedom of religion?

Two questions:

WHY haven't we heard more about this?

HOW does something like this get all the way to being passed in the House?

Please go call your senators about this. NOW. They represent you. I'll make it easy for you:

The US Senate and contact information for each state.

Spring Has Sprung!

Well, in honor of spring, I wanted to lighten things up.

What say you?

Blessed. So Very Blessed.

I am particularly struck this morning with feelings about my life. Whether it is the cold/flu drugs I'm on or whether God is speaking to me loudly this morning doesn't so much matter. The message is the same.

I am unbelievably aware of how good I have it. This is not an easy sentiment to have at times when raising kids with issues like mine have. Autism, a mood disorder and years upon years of severe ADD can really wear a family down. Especially if you let them. And trust me - it's a daily, uphill battle not to crumble in defeat most days.

There isn't a single day that we aren't the parents of special needs kids; and likewise, there isn't a single day that my kids aren't the brothers of other special needs kids, or a day where either of them gets to take a day off from being a child that must deal with more than their neurotypical peers. You see, it's a vicious cycle that our entire family can very easily get caught up in if we aren't careful.

Yet, I am so very blessed. We are so incredibly blessed to have one another.

I am married to my very best friend who is a wonderful, faithful man of God and sweet, awesome father. We have a rich history of nearly 22 years of being together - 18 of those being parents.

My boys each have such great, very different personalities that each add such richness to our lives that I can't imagine who we would be, as a family, if God had made them any different. Yes, they can be difficult. But easier, I am finally coming to realize (and appreciate!), does not necessarily mean better.

We have a super support-filled extended family who make it possible for us to function sometimes. Without them, we would have fallen through the cracks and become a statistic long ago. And if you don't have brothers and sisters, I suggest you go and adopt some a.s.a.p.; because there really is no life without them. When all else and everyone else walks away from you, they are left standing beside you.

We have friends whom Sean and I call family because we would do anything for them, and know that they would for us, as well. They see our darkest sides and still love us. They step in where we are stumbling to fill in the gap. They love our kids as their own. They make us guacamole and french toast and hug us even when we haven't showered.

Yep. The special needs are so incredibly, unbelievably, undeniably hard to deal with on an hourly basis. It's exhausting, heartbreaking, frightening, and down-right crappy a lot of the time. But God has blessed me beyond measure, and I know he's given me the heart to embrace it.

We often work against what we know God has put before us. It's easy to fall down, fall prey to self-pity, and let the forces of this world get the best of us. But He's still there, every step of the way - working on us, molding us, preparing us for what's next - whether we feel it or not.

Today I am feeling it. Tomorrow may be a different story - send me back here then, would ya?

Kerri Rocks The House!

Comedian Kerri Pomarolli rocked the joint Friday night for an event that I can only describe as a girls' night on steroids.

I wish she could just stay and be our weekly anti-depressant. I left the event, Chocolate, Coffee, and Comedy, having laughed 'til I cried, cried while she spoke to our hearts, and renewed with a spirit of contentment. She makes you realize that you are not alone if you're feeling unsettled, not quite happy, and just a little bit crazy. And she reminds you that beneath all of that is the God who loves us and wants a relationship with us.

Read more about the night on my other blog, In The Thick of It.

Kerri - thanks for totally bringin' it to Noblesville.

A Heart Like No Other

What comes to mind when you think of what a 10-year-old would wish for, if given three free wishes? Video games? Toys? Movies? Going on some awesome trip?

When Joel, our almost-11-year-old son, told us his class had been given a writing assignment for St. Patrick's Day about what they'd do with three wishes, I imagined what his entailed: video games, a trip to Legoland in California, perhaps a bigger and more awesome room and that his pesky brothers would disappear. I wasn't quite prepared for what he wrote, yet I shouldn't have been surprised, given his nature:

If I got three wishes from a four-leaf clover, I would definitely be careful what I wish for. My first wish would be that my 18-year-old brother, Alexx, would be INVINCIBLE as he goes into the Marines in October. He has long red hair, is big (I always call him gorilla), he's the strongest person I know, and he plays drums. And did I mention he's the greatest artist alive? He's been thinking about the Marines for about a year. I think it will ease my worry about him going into the Recon.

My second wish is that my mom, Holly, is good at her new job as a writer for Mother's Digest or something like that. She only does a small portion, but she's been trying to get a writing job for awhile. She's a really good writer and it would help everyone, we'd get more money for food, bills, (toys a little) and safety.

My third wish is for my little 5-year-old brother, Seth. He has blond hair, likes to play Star Wars, and most importantly, he's autistic. My wish is that scientists can find a cure for autism. Autism is a brain disorder and it would really help my family if it was cured. It would also help him.

Of course, as I read this, my heart swelled and my eyes filled with tears. This is so Joel. He has a heart of gold and a mind that works well beyond his years - and always has.

I absolutely cannot wait to see what God does with him!

And by the way, I'm a writer and editor for Blissfully Domestic Publishing (BlissfullyDomestic.com) - close enough to "Mother's Digest" I suppose!

Oh. No. You. Didn't.

Our esteemed president comparing his bad bowling to the Special Olympics. I am not even going into this. I don't think I need to.

Mr. President - don't try to be funny just because you're on Leno. Because that's not funny.

Dude!

Couldn't help but post this. I love it.