Monthly Archives: February 2012

Whoops! A Belated Birthday Thank You

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If I were going to throw a party for you all, it would look something like this.

Today I was looking over my blog and realized that last week Lark & Bloom turned one!  I just want to thank you for reading. The interesting thing is, I started this blog as a way to keep up with my friends who are located all around the globe. However, I am pretty sure that very few of my close friends actually read my blog. Ha! 
What has been the biggest blessing of this blog is meeting new friends. I have loved getting to share my life and thoughts with those of you I never would have met otherwise. Your words of encouragement and funny comments mean more to me than you know. 
Thanks so much for reading and sharing life with me. I love you all! 


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Susan G Komen, Planned Parenthood & all this mess

My beautiful grandmother. She is a breast cancer survivor.

Remarkably, Susan G. Komen foundation has managed to upset nearly the entire United States in just a short time span. The first half got mad when they cut funding to Planned Parenthood. The second half got mad when the changed their minds and included Planned Parenthood as a recipient of funds again. 
I am not going to tell you which half I am. I understand half of the you think it is wrong for Susan G. Komen to send money to an organization that includes abortions as one of their services. The other half say it shouldn’t matter if they offer abortions, the point is they offer breast exams & that is what Susan G Komen is supposed to support. 
Did you know that only 50% of women get their annual recommended health exam? Each year in the U.S. over 202,000 women are diagnosed with breast cancer.
The moral of the story is that women’s healthcare is important. I know everyone is up in arms (understandably), but lets also use our arms to dial our doctors and set up appointments. If you haven’t started doing regular self-exams. Start doing them.
Many women in this country don’t have insurance. Find an agency in your area that shares your moral views and services low-income women who can’t afford to receive preventative care. Get behind them and support them.
No matter if you are pro-choice, pro-life, pro/anti Planned Parenthood…you are pro-women. Lets get behind women & their health. 
I’m not taking lightly people’s convictions on the issue of abortion. Not in the slightest.  I’m saying whatever you feel about the issue, find a way to support women’s health care. If you are husband, take a long lunch and watch the kids while your wife goes to get her yearly exam.
Now, that I have said that. You can all go back to arguing about what Susan G. Komen should do with their funding…but, not on my blog comments please. 🙂


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I’m So Embarrassed…10 Things I Don’t Want You To Know About Me

Except, I can’t. I can’t speak Spanish.

I don’t know. Maybe its a part of my charm. Or just plain weird. Either way I have no idea why I am about to tell you this… Here is an admonition of ten things I Don’t Want You To Know About Me.
1. Sometimes I check twitter during my time with Jesus. Not for long. Just a peak.
2.  It took me TWO years to learn how to make a baked potato. I know, right? But it did. Foil or no foil? Poke holes? Temp & time? Just so you know: 2 hours @ 350. No foil & no holes.
3. When I was in high school my youth group went to six flags. A few of us did a Chinese fire drill in the middle of the antique car track. ( To my defense, they moved so slow. No one was going to get hurt) Because of this we were kicked out of the park. As they were escorting us out of the park, we made a mad dash. They couldn’t catch us. In the process I got a nasty cut on my knee. In fact there is still a scar. We hid out until it was time to meet the group and go home. I’m pretty sure I never told Carl & Blair about that.
4. I have really scrawny ankles. For this reason, I look stupid in capri pants…well that reason & several others.
5. I made it all the way through college without ever having to take a math class. I found a loop hole in the system. Ask me about the United Nations, but DO NOT ask me about calculus. Or pre-algebra for that matter.
6. When I was younger I was convinced that the man from the electric company who took the meter readings house to house was a terrorist. He was planting something in the boxes attached to everyones house. So, I went door to door behind him and warned all the people that the man had just placed something (most likely an explosive) in their meter. The neighborhood never did blow up. Most likely thanks to my heroic measures. I was Woodway’s version of Paul Revere.
7. I once started a massive food fight at my table in the elementary cafeteria. The principal thought it was my friend Shanna & didn’t believe Shanna that I was the one who started it. So Shanna and my other friends were sent to the Principal’s office. Since I was so sweet & well behaved the principal bought me an ice cream cone. No lie. Apparently I look really innocent.
8. In computer class my junior year of high school I sat in between two friends. Our teacher wasn’t the sharpest lady I had ever met. Over several weeks we unscrewed the walls of my computer cube. When the final screw was removed, our friend Ginny faked a seizure. (She actually did have epilepsy so it was pretty realistic) While the teacher was attending to Ginny convulsing on the floor, my friend and I snuck the ENTIRE computer cube out into the hall and into the janitor closet. When the commotion ended I asked, “Ms. Lacy! Where is my workstation?” No one found it for days. 
9. I was a tour guide at the Dr. Pepper Museum. I would lead tours of up to 50 people and would make up a bunch of stuff. One time a group of Germans came in. For some reason the museum manager was under the impression that I spoke German. Yeah, I don’t really. But, they came because they were told they could get a German tour. I had taken a year of high school German. So, I did my best. “Heidi’s blouse is blue. The weather in Dusseldorf is quite windy…” If a video of it ever surfaces on YouTube, I might pass out.
10. Looking at #3 #7 #8 and #9, I clearly had a problem with lying. 
Thats embarrassing. 


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Your Cold & My Pneumonia

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Whirlwind, grumpy, pouty and sensitive. That pretty much describes me driving home today. Just a bit off in every sense. To be honest, my heart is a bit tired.  My brain hurts. I was listening to a podcast as I was in the car and the man said something brilliant: Never Develop A Wounded Spirit.

Ouch, sting and weep all at the same time. Dear God, I thought. I don’t want a wounded spirit, but I think I may have one! My poor little spirit. She has been through a lot. This past year has been one of magnificent highs and crushing lows. Three states, four houses, and too many adjustments to count. An unbelievably full 12 months.

While the presence of God has been with us, and the journey full of His goodness – there were moments that hurt. And those moments stuck to other moments that had hurt in the past. Similar types of hurts. Being misunderstood, not feeling needed and grieving the loss of something dearly loved. The pain of realizing that life will never be the same again. The pain of doubting that God knows , really knows, what He is doing.

Those sorts of pains stick to each other. Each new experience is absorbed into the previous one making the scar more and more prominent. It adds up. Little offensive are swallowed into other little offenses resulting in one big offense. The pain grows.

Grief is appropriate. Grief can take time. Grief is healthy. A wounded spirit, however, is not. A wounded spirit sits around waiting for something else to affirm it’s place of pain. It limps along with a bitter hobble reflecting on the situation that gave us the limp in the first place. A wounded spirit holds on to pain because it wants vindication somehow. A wounded spirit is never peaceful and it is grieved when someone else is satisfied. Most of all, the wounded spirit always has something to prove.

Our wounded spirits want to make others look bad too. Nothing overtly painful, just put a bit of a crack in their foundation. Our wounded spirits want to bring others down instead of rising up ourselves. Instead of fighting to get healthy, we are happy when others get sick too. If they have a cold, then maybe no one will notice my pneumonia. It is a twisted way of thinking.

Thankfully God can heal our spirits in a moment. Make them light, beautiful and strong again. He is our Redeemer after all. Maybe some of you (like me) need a bit of redeeming today. Determine never to develop a wounded spirit or mindset. Throw off the broken-down version of yourself & cling to promise of God for your life. He is enough for you & can handle all your pain.

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