Hi all! I just want to thank all of you who kept me in your prayers during my very rough pregnancy! It is because of your prayers I made it through and had a great delivery!
Also thank you for your prayers for Isabella. She is finally feeling better and her smiles and coos are back! So, thank you all for your time and dedication for lifting her up!
Thanks Again!
Love,
Bri
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Desperation
Have you ever felt like your prayers weren't being answered? Have you ever been so desperate for God to hear you that you promise Him You'll do anything, even give up that one thing you know you won't even if He does give you what you want? Sure you have great intentions. We all do. . . What I am talking about is sheer desperation! We have all been there! I was there several times over the years.
One time I'll never forget is when I was lying in the Philippines on a straw mat. I could not move. My bones were so weak they were literally brittle! The doctor was called in. I had Dengue Fever. Another common name for it is breakbone fever. I remember the pain to this day. I couldn't move. My fingers even felt to weak to lift. So the Pastor was called in. He did that little prayer over me, you know, the one they do when you're about to pass away! It literally freaked me out. Then his advice was either lie here and die, or get up and walk! I was NOT going to die there. Thousands of miles away from my home! It took every ounce of desperation I had to Cry out to God. I'll never forget the words I could barely whisper, as my mouth was so dry it felt like it was stuffed with cotton. "Oh God! Let me live!" That all I had in me. I then closed my eyes waiting to die yet having faith to live. Then it happened. Just like that. A warmth washed over my body. I'm not sure the time period, but I knew God had healed me! Let me tell you though, I was still very weak! But I knew that there was a God and if I had faith like a child I could get up and walk yet again! I mean shortly before this I was in a car accident so horrific that I should've been decapitated at the waist! (another story for another time!) I knew what desperation was. It took every ounce of my being to have faith! I knew that God had spared my life for what was to come. Why He chose to spare me and still spares me often I have no idea! I believe that my work is not yet accomplished! Shortly after this We were able to pray for the sick, paralyzed, deaf, blind, etc. and they were all healed! We saw miracles that were beyond our understanding and it could only be the power of Jesus within us! I saw first hand true healing!
But I was not satisfied in my spirit. There was more to do. God was only preparing me, preparing all I'd gone through in the past for what was to come. Well we went on a walk one evening. A few of the guys a few girls and myself. I had the crazy idea to go head to head with the witches and warlocks in the town. A few of the others thought it was crazy but here we were in one of the darkest places in the Philippines and I knew God was ready to speak! It is amazing when you know you have power of the demons! Well I was pumped! Needless to say one cannot enter into spiritual warfare lightly! But I was no stranger to it. So yes, we sought out them! They invited us in. They knew why we'd come! Looking around, I'll never forget the places we went to! They were all cold, dark and you could feel a heavy, evil presence. But as we entered they demanded to know with what authority we came in. I'll never forget it! I responded, I come with the authority of Jesus Christ, who rose from the death, and greater is He who is in my than he who is in the world. I come with the power to silence the demons and they must flee. With that I spoke directly to the demons. After they tried to cast spells on us and we used the word of God (it was long and exhausting), we finally broke the chains of darkness. We were thrown out of some places as they shrieked in terror at the name of Jesus and we actually delivered others, only through the power of God within us. But yet again, this was not enough.
I felt a stronger desperation. I knew there was even more than miracles and spiritual warfare. I knew it was time to finally follow the great command. I'll never forget that day. We were told to go to all the houses and preach the gospel at all costs. This was not easy with a language barrier. I remember taking a good friend, Nate with me. He was so bummed because he hadn't really led anyone to God. I on the other hand have been evangelizing since about 4 or so. I know because my mom said I preached about Jesus every where even from grocery cart baskets! Well, I'll never forget that day because I told Nate, let's pray for 2 souls today! And we did. We went from house to house. We were invited in and talked but kept hitting the wall. Know what I mean. Finally we came to a house with guns in front of the door and I stopped and said this is it! We are at the chosen house! I was so excited because I already knew. Yet Nate said no way Bri. Look at the house, we'll get killed. We aren't even supposed to be preaching here. (I had taken him into a different part than the rest of the group because I like to wander where I am led). I said it's OK Nate. Trust me. Now I was but an 18 year old with no fear. I figured God did not heal me earlier to die on that door step. I went up to the door. A woman answered it. I asked if she and her daughter whom was standing right behind her would please come out. They did. I told them why we'd come. They said they heard it already from the mormons and weren't interested. I told her we were not them. But wanted to give them a free gift. A gift of eternal life. That there was nothing they could do to earn it because God had already given it to them. I explained it to them as I would a little child. Nate chimed in. I knew their hearts were breaking and I pulled out a bible I had boughten earlier in their language. This is for you, I told them! This is God's gift to you! He loves you! They started to weep and asked for us to pray with them to accept God's free gift! As we walked away I'll never forget my friend's face. In that moment he and I shared something so amazing that no one could ever take from either of us! We finally led people to God! He was so pumped he told everyone. Their was no better feeling than to know that because of your desperation someone now knows God!
So, we did it. Desperation! That strong desperation stayed with me over the years. I remember being one of the strongest prayer warriors and everyone kind of just expected that when I came people got saved. I was in tune with God, and I knew whom He was ready to speak with! Weird I know. But I heard God's voice just as clearly as I can hear my children's. Some where along the way though after I moved to Washington I stopped seeking to hear as I used to. Maybe it was because people did not understand and made fun of me. maybe it was in sheer desperation to just fit in with my peers. I was tired of being the odd one. The one that had a message for the church or the college or for a single soul. Had I become ashamed of the anointing He placed on me? Over the years, I fell into the world. my desperation to hear, know and obey God was disappearing. I had a new desperation. To just fit in with the crowd, even if I knew it was the wrong thing to do. I would only cry out when I hit bottom which in the past couple of years seemed to be frequently. I let my self-worth fly out the window as I lost sight of who I was and why God saved my life so many times.
It wasn't until recently I had a renewed desperation to get to know God yet again. And yet I felt so ashamed, how could I come back and expect God to forgive me for all those years. But I knew He did. The ironic thing is. I knew I was pregnant with Isabella before tests could tell. In fact they all said negative. One night I lied in bed and I'll never remember it. It was that soft whisper from God. You are pregnant and you will conceive a child. I was afraid of that. I questioned the voice because every test, even my blood tests came back negative. Yet that voice was God's.
Now I am back to that desperation. I want to know God so much more! I want to walk in the Faith I once had. I'm ready to see miracles happen. I know God has started telling me about others yet again. I know things about others simply because God lays it on my heart! But you know what? I no longer care what people think of me. I no longer care if I am called weird or a Jesus Freak. In the end, I know what God has said. So, I cry out in desperation. To be honest, the whole time I was pregnant I prayed day and night without ceasing for Isabella's Dad. That he'd come back to God and find his faith.
I know I'm probably the last person God should speak to or tell things to, but I've come to realize all the degrees in the world don't compare to hearing God's voice, even once. I'm more driven to hear God for myself and others than to get a degree in anything. Why did God save me so many times? I'm not sure. But I do know I have so much more I want to see and do. I am not content. I can only hope I pass my passion for Christ onto my children.
So, with this very long story, when you have time, listen to this sermon! It is truly amazing! It made me want to find my renewed desperation to want more of God!
Well, I am tired and have a baby to feed and laundry to fold. So good night! If any of you wants prayer for your life feel free to ask! I can seek God for you! Remember He even uses the weak and broken-hearted.
Love you all!
Bri
http://cdn3.libsyn.com/newsong/Desperation.mp3
One time I'll never forget is when I was lying in the Philippines on a straw mat. I could not move. My bones were so weak they were literally brittle! The doctor was called in. I had Dengue Fever. Another common name for it is breakbone fever. I remember the pain to this day. I couldn't move. My fingers even felt to weak to lift. So the Pastor was called in. He did that little prayer over me, you know, the one they do when you're about to pass away! It literally freaked me out. Then his advice was either lie here and die, or get up and walk! I was NOT going to die there. Thousands of miles away from my home! It took every ounce of desperation I had to Cry out to God. I'll never forget the words I could barely whisper, as my mouth was so dry it felt like it was stuffed with cotton. "Oh God! Let me live!" That all I had in me. I then closed my eyes waiting to die yet having faith to live. Then it happened. Just like that. A warmth washed over my body. I'm not sure the time period, but I knew God had healed me! Let me tell you though, I was still very weak! But I knew that there was a God and if I had faith like a child I could get up and walk yet again! I mean shortly before this I was in a car accident so horrific that I should've been decapitated at the waist! (another story for another time!) I knew what desperation was. It took every ounce of my being to have faith! I knew that God had spared my life for what was to come. Why He chose to spare me and still spares me often I have no idea! I believe that my work is not yet accomplished! Shortly after this We were able to pray for the sick, paralyzed, deaf, blind, etc. and they were all healed! We saw miracles that were beyond our understanding and it could only be the power of Jesus within us! I saw first hand true healing!
But I was not satisfied in my spirit. There was more to do. God was only preparing me, preparing all I'd gone through in the past for what was to come. Well we went on a walk one evening. A few of the guys a few girls and myself. I had the crazy idea to go head to head with the witches and warlocks in the town. A few of the others thought it was crazy but here we were in one of the darkest places in the Philippines and I knew God was ready to speak! It is amazing when you know you have power of the demons! Well I was pumped! Needless to say one cannot enter into spiritual warfare lightly! But I was no stranger to it. So yes, we sought out them! They invited us in. They knew why we'd come! Looking around, I'll never forget the places we went to! They were all cold, dark and you could feel a heavy, evil presence. But as we entered they demanded to know with what authority we came in. I'll never forget it! I responded, I come with the authority of Jesus Christ, who rose from the death, and greater is He who is in my than he who is in the world. I come with the power to silence the demons and they must flee. With that I spoke directly to the demons. After they tried to cast spells on us and we used the word of God (it was long and exhausting), we finally broke the chains of darkness. We were thrown out of some places as they shrieked in terror at the name of Jesus and we actually delivered others, only through the power of God within us. But yet again, this was not enough.
I felt a stronger desperation. I knew there was even more than miracles and spiritual warfare. I knew it was time to finally follow the great command. I'll never forget that day. We were told to go to all the houses and preach the gospel at all costs. This was not easy with a language barrier. I remember taking a good friend, Nate with me. He was so bummed because he hadn't really led anyone to God. I on the other hand have been evangelizing since about 4 or so. I know because my mom said I preached about Jesus every where even from grocery cart baskets! Well, I'll never forget that day because I told Nate, let's pray for 2 souls today! And we did. We went from house to house. We were invited in and talked but kept hitting the wall. Know what I mean. Finally we came to a house with guns in front of the door and I stopped and said this is it! We are at the chosen house! I was so excited because I already knew. Yet Nate said no way Bri. Look at the house, we'll get killed. We aren't even supposed to be preaching here. (I had taken him into a different part than the rest of the group because I like to wander where I am led). I said it's OK Nate. Trust me. Now I was but an 18 year old with no fear. I figured God did not heal me earlier to die on that door step. I went up to the door. A woman answered it. I asked if she and her daughter whom was standing right behind her would please come out. They did. I told them why we'd come. They said they heard it already from the mormons and weren't interested. I told her we were not them. But wanted to give them a free gift. A gift of eternal life. That there was nothing they could do to earn it because God had already given it to them. I explained it to them as I would a little child. Nate chimed in. I knew their hearts were breaking and I pulled out a bible I had boughten earlier in their language. This is for you, I told them! This is God's gift to you! He loves you! They started to weep and asked for us to pray with them to accept God's free gift! As we walked away I'll never forget my friend's face. In that moment he and I shared something so amazing that no one could ever take from either of us! We finally led people to God! He was so pumped he told everyone. Their was no better feeling than to know that because of your desperation someone now knows God!
So, we did it. Desperation! That strong desperation stayed with me over the years. I remember being one of the strongest prayer warriors and everyone kind of just expected that when I came people got saved. I was in tune with God, and I knew whom He was ready to speak with! Weird I know. But I heard God's voice just as clearly as I can hear my children's. Some where along the way though after I moved to Washington I stopped seeking to hear as I used to. Maybe it was because people did not understand and made fun of me. maybe it was in sheer desperation to just fit in with my peers. I was tired of being the odd one. The one that had a message for the church or the college or for a single soul. Had I become ashamed of the anointing He placed on me? Over the years, I fell into the world. my desperation to hear, know and obey God was disappearing. I had a new desperation. To just fit in with the crowd, even if I knew it was the wrong thing to do. I would only cry out when I hit bottom which in the past couple of years seemed to be frequently. I let my self-worth fly out the window as I lost sight of who I was and why God saved my life so many times.
It wasn't until recently I had a renewed desperation to get to know God yet again. And yet I felt so ashamed, how could I come back and expect God to forgive me for all those years. But I knew He did. The ironic thing is. I knew I was pregnant with Isabella before tests could tell. In fact they all said negative. One night I lied in bed and I'll never remember it. It was that soft whisper from God. You are pregnant and you will conceive a child. I was afraid of that. I questioned the voice because every test, even my blood tests came back negative. Yet that voice was God's.
Now I am back to that desperation. I want to know God so much more! I want to walk in the Faith I once had. I'm ready to see miracles happen. I know God has started telling me about others yet again. I know things about others simply because God lays it on my heart! But you know what? I no longer care what people think of me. I no longer care if I am called weird or a Jesus Freak. In the end, I know what God has said. So, I cry out in desperation. To be honest, the whole time I was pregnant I prayed day and night without ceasing for Isabella's Dad. That he'd come back to God and find his faith.
I know I'm probably the last person God should speak to or tell things to, but I've come to realize all the degrees in the world don't compare to hearing God's voice, even once. I'm more driven to hear God for myself and others than to get a degree in anything. Why did God save me so many times? I'm not sure. But I do know I have so much more I want to see and do. I am not content. I can only hope I pass my passion for Christ onto my children.
So, with this very long story, when you have time, listen to this sermon! It is truly amazing! It made me want to find my renewed desperation to want more of God!
Well, I am tired and have a baby to feed and laundry to fold. So good night! If any of you wants prayer for your life feel free to ask! I can seek God for you! Remember He even uses the weak and broken-hearted.
Love you all!
Bri
http://cdn3.libsyn.com/newsong/Desperation.mp3
Thursday, February 21, 2008
What is Normality? My Norm
What is normality? Each person can define it as something different. Because in, life what may be normal to one person may seem weird to another. So here is my life now. The norm
Last night I lay awake all night because Isabella had her shots and could not sleep unless she was resting on my chest. So, I got no sleep. So, then I start to think back on my life. Here is what was and what is.
Looking back I have to say somewhere this past year I kissed the "single" life or what was my life away. No, not because I was pregnant, but I think it was over the past months especially that I really have changed. Some may say for the better, while others say no way! Well, gone is that gal that use to really care what others thought. I'm no longer 23 and spontaneous! My idea of that is going out on a date with a guy I hadn't seen in months, hoping things hadn't changed too much, well besides the fact that now instead of having a baby inside of me it is outside of me! LOL!
Seriously though. I look at my closet of what was. Old cute outfits lay untouched for months some for a year now. Now I just feel like pulling on an old comfortable pair of jeans and loose sweatshirt with some sneakers. Instead of having sparkling outfits covered in just the right amount of perfume, my newest attire by the end of the day consists of some baby spit-up, spilled chocolate milk, and dirt. Can you guess from whom? You got it the kids! Usually it's Mike that spills and Alexis who gets hurt outside. So mom to the rescue, not caring anymore that my once fresh outfit will be destroyed! My blonde curly hair usually is frizzy by the end of the day because little Izzy loves to pull it! I am lucky if makeup makes it to my face once a week! The closest thing that crosses me face most days is a lil lipgloss. I'm lucky when mascara graces my eyelashes! If I do my makeup it when I have 2 extra minutes at school before I run in to class.
What replaces my friends laughs are those of the children. Instead of going out to a bar or dance club catching up on the latest gossip and sleeping in on Saturdays until 10, Are nights filled with the kid's activities, dinner, prayers and good night kisses! Then off to bed myself from the sheer exhaustion of the day! Saturday mornings I'm up with the sun as the kid's always have a game in some sport. Right now it's 9AM basketball games.
In school, I no longer talk to the "hot" guys, rather look for the smart ones, and become friends with them. I care more about A's than a date or a casual flirting during class! I go from taking classes like theater to classes like physics. Most days I slide into my seat right before the teacher calls my name, and of course they all know me, because I am the only white blonde in the classes!
Parties are out of the question these days unless they are birthday parties. Which of course I have had some complaints as I use to host some pretty off the hook parties! Now I am glad to be sitting down to dining at nicer restaurants. Even if it means eating an orange blood salad! LOL! Those of you who know me know the story!
Yes, life has changed. I've grown up quite a bit. Gone is the girl who loved to party and is replaced with a mom whose kids are her world! Maybe life isn't supposed to always stay the same. Change is good! And kids force you to change. At least those who have matured enough to know when it is time to grow up!
Some say I am still indecisive and sure that is probably true on some accounts, but I also know what I want. It is a life of love with the kids. I don't want to miss them growing up, so this is my norm! It took a LOT to get me to this point.
I never thought I'd see the day come. And it came and went and I no longer care. The past, my past is done. Isabella, is a blessing and just as much loved as the other two regardless how she was conceived. Well, thought I'd write. I have so much more on my mind, but well, it's time to actually study! So, what's your norm? Have you grown up yet and become the person God wants you to be?
Love you all,
Bri
Last night I lay awake all night because Isabella had her shots and could not sleep unless she was resting on my chest. So, I got no sleep. So, then I start to think back on my life. Here is what was and what is.
Looking back I have to say somewhere this past year I kissed the "single" life or what was my life away. No, not because I was pregnant, but I think it was over the past months especially that I really have changed. Some may say for the better, while others say no way! Well, gone is that gal that use to really care what others thought. I'm no longer 23 and spontaneous! My idea of that is going out on a date with a guy I hadn't seen in months, hoping things hadn't changed too much, well besides the fact that now instead of having a baby inside of me it is outside of me! LOL!
Seriously though. I look at my closet of what was. Old cute outfits lay untouched for months some for a year now. Now I just feel like pulling on an old comfortable pair of jeans and loose sweatshirt with some sneakers. Instead of having sparkling outfits covered in just the right amount of perfume, my newest attire by the end of the day consists of some baby spit-up, spilled chocolate milk, and dirt. Can you guess from whom? You got it the kids! Usually it's Mike that spills and Alexis who gets hurt outside. So mom to the rescue, not caring anymore that my once fresh outfit will be destroyed! My blonde curly hair usually is frizzy by the end of the day because little Izzy loves to pull it! I am lucky if makeup makes it to my face once a week! The closest thing that crosses me face most days is a lil lipgloss. I'm lucky when mascara graces my eyelashes! If I do my makeup it when I have 2 extra minutes at school before I run in to class.
What replaces my friends laughs are those of the children. Instead of going out to a bar or dance club catching up on the latest gossip and sleeping in on Saturdays until 10, Are nights filled with the kid's activities, dinner, prayers and good night kisses! Then off to bed myself from the sheer exhaustion of the day! Saturday mornings I'm up with the sun as the kid's always have a game in some sport. Right now it's 9AM basketball games.
In school, I no longer talk to the "hot" guys, rather look for the smart ones, and become friends with them. I care more about A's than a date or a casual flirting during class! I go from taking classes like theater to classes like physics. Most days I slide into my seat right before the teacher calls my name, and of course they all know me, because I am the only white blonde in the classes!
Parties are out of the question these days unless they are birthday parties. Which of course I have had some complaints as I use to host some pretty off the hook parties! Now I am glad to be sitting down to dining at nicer restaurants. Even if it means eating an orange blood salad! LOL! Those of you who know me know the story!
Yes, life has changed. I've grown up quite a bit. Gone is the girl who loved to party and is replaced with a mom whose kids are her world! Maybe life isn't supposed to always stay the same. Change is good! And kids force you to change. At least those who have matured enough to know when it is time to grow up!
Some say I am still indecisive and sure that is probably true on some accounts, but I also know what I want. It is a life of love with the kids. I don't want to miss them growing up, so this is my norm! It took a LOT to get me to this point.
I never thought I'd see the day come. And it came and went and I no longer care. The past, my past is done. Isabella, is a blessing and just as much loved as the other two regardless how she was conceived. Well, thought I'd write. I have so much more on my mind, but well, it's time to actually study! So, what's your norm? Have you grown up yet and become the person God wants you to be?
Love you all,
Bri
Monday, February 4, 2008
Izzy, Sportsmanship, and Life
Hi all! Isn't it just a beautiful morning?!
Well I have to say I was very excited that the Giants won the superbowl, though I was on the edge of my seat! I was so glad Eli Manning got MVP too! Now both brothers have it! Sweet! What a thing to share with one of your siblings! Talk about sweet success and talent!
So, Isabella was in the hospital again last night! For now they ruled out asthma which is so great! She no longer has pneumonia but now it's just a virus. The weird thing is, the doctors have no idea what virus it is now. I mean she's ran a temp for over 8 days! Though there are times that she is just the happiest baby and her smile makes your whole day all better, even if in that moment everything was awful! Somehow it all seems to melt away and disappear when she looks at you and smiles her sweet smile! So yes, I am one happy mommy! Yesterday morning her fever broke for a short time so we danced and sang and she smiled and cooed then she giggled! It was so cute! Her very first laugh! It has a light gingle to it and floated in the air like that of a soft angel! It was only once but I'll never forget that sound and can't wait to share in many many more with her!
So anyhow this morning we are going to my school to get books and get it all taken care of! I am so excited to start and yet who knows what God has for me, for us these next few months! It'll be hard to get away!
Meanwhile I am trying to teach my son sportsmanship. He decided he was NOT playing ball cuz his sister couldn't so he threw a fit and said he would not go. Oh but he went! I told him even if he sits on the bench he would be there to support his team. I want him learning now that it's never ok to just quit. You stay and ride it out and support your team. That it takes practice to get good and you have to work at it. He was not thrilled to sitting on that bench but I think he is learning that you don't give up you stick with it. He has a great coach that keeps encouraging him. So Izzy and I sat and watched the game and I put my camera away. Maybe next Sat. I will be able to take pics. Meanwhile his coach is going to give Alexis one more chance to play. He said maybe it'll help Mike get the courage to play in the games. HMMM! I do know Izzy was mesmerized by the ball. Her head would bounce with it and she kept her eyes on it the whole game even when it rolled right by her which was hilarious! Now some say why let them even play at this age? Well because it teaches them at a young age what sportsmanship is about and they can start to find out what they are good at and what they would love to do. It gives them the chance to get out there and spread their wings even if they aren't NBA Pros! LOL Besides it helps them find something of their own with Izzy here now! I once asked him when we first started dating a year ago why he had his daughter in everything, and he said cuz she likes it. I didn't understand it. Not until now. And now it's reversed lol! But in my case it helps my older two have something of their own that is special. That people are there for them, not the baby. So in a sense I am glad I met him, cuz I wouldn't have my kids in everything right now If I hadn't. Besides I am thinking about joining a class during their practices. We shall see!
Anyhow, that's our life right now! It may not be that exciting to you all, but to me it's just enough for now!
Sure I get the questions all the time of why finish school, and don't do this and that and definitely don't do medicine, but you know what? I'll do whatever it is I fall into. We all have a passion and a calling. I have always wanted to do medicine. Always. I use to want to be a plastic surgeon for Operation Smile and do it for free for families in need for burn victims and the like, but I am not sure I want to do plastics anymore. I am not even sure what I want to do anymore. But something. So for now, I am getting my degree in Bio and I'll go from there.
Well, this is my life. Our life! As the kids grow, as Izzy grows and goes through all her firsts, I'll write about them! The one first I am not looking forward to with any of my kids is their first heartbreak! Sigh..... Though I'm the expert at having that happen to me. So maybe I can help spare them a little!
Take Care Everyone!
Bri
Well I have to say I was very excited that the Giants won the superbowl, though I was on the edge of my seat! I was so glad Eli Manning got MVP too! Now both brothers have it! Sweet! What a thing to share with one of your siblings! Talk about sweet success and talent!
So, Isabella was in the hospital again last night! For now they ruled out asthma which is so great! She no longer has pneumonia but now it's just a virus. The weird thing is, the doctors have no idea what virus it is now. I mean she's ran a temp for over 8 days! Though there are times that she is just the happiest baby and her smile makes your whole day all better, even if in that moment everything was awful! Somehow it all seems to melt away and disappear when she looks at you and smiles her sweet smile! So yes, I am one happy mommy! Yesterday morning her fever broke for a short time so we danced and sang and she smiled and cooed then she giggled! It was so cute! Her very first laugh! It has a light gingle to it and floated in the air like that of a soft angel! It was only once but I'll never forget that sound and can't wait to share in many many more with her!
So anyhow this morning we are going to my school to get books and get it all taken care of! I am so excited to start and yet who knows what God has for me, for us these next few months! It'll be hard to get away!
Meanwhile I am trying to teach my son sportsmanship. He decided he was NOT playing ball cuz his sister couldn't so he threw a fit and said he would not go. Oh but he went! I told him even if he sits on the bench he would be there to support his team. I want him learning now that it's never ok to just quit. You stay and ride it out and support your team. That it takes practice to get good and you have to work at it. He was not thrilled to sitting on that bench but I think he is learning that you don't give up you stick with it. He has a great coach that keeps encouraging him. So Izzy and I sat and watched the game and I put my camera away. Maybe next Sat. I will be able to take pics. Meanwhile his coach is going to give Alexis one more chance to play. He said maybe it'll help Mike get the courage to play in the games. HMMM! I do know Izzy was mesmerized by the ball. Her head would bounce with it and she kept her eyes on it the whole game even when it rolled right by her which was hilarious! Now some say why let them even play at this age? Well because it teaches them at a young age what sportsmanship is about and they can start to find out what they are good at and what they would love to do. It gives them the chance to get out there and spread their wings even if they aren't NBA Pros! LOL Besides it helps them find something of their own with Izzy here now! I once asked him when we first started dating a year ago why he had his daughter in everything, and he said cuz she likes it. I didn't understand it. Not until now. And now it's reversed lol! But in my case it helps my older two have something of their own that is special. That people are there for them, not the baby. So in a sense I am glad I met him, cuz I wouldn't have my kids in everything right now If I hadn't. Besides I am thinking about joining a class during their practices. We shall see!
Anyhow, that's our life right now! It may not be that exciting to you all, but to me it's just enough for now!
Sure I get the questions all the time of why finish school, and don't do this and that and definitely don't do medicine, but you know what? I'll do whatever it is I fall into. We all have a passion and a calling. I have always wanted to do medicine. Always. I use to want to be a plastic surgeon for Operation Smile and do it for free for families in need for burn victims and the like, but I am not sure I want to do plastics anymore. I am not even sure what I want to do anymore. But something. So for now, I am getting my degree in Bio and I'll go from there.
Well, this is my life. Our life! As the kids grow, as Izzy grows and goes through all her firsts, I'll write about them! The one first I am not looking forward to with any of my kids is their first heartbreak! Sigh..... Though I'm the expert at having that happen to me. So maybe I can help spare them a little!
Take Care Everyone!
Bri
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