Helping Kids with Neuroblastoma
Here's a chance to eat a yummy breakfast and contribute to a great cause. The New Year of Hope Foundation (www.anewyearofhopefoundation.org) has a two-fold mission: to help families whose children have Neuroblastoma and to provide funds for research at Cook Children’s NB Center.
Who: A New Year of Hope Foundation
What: Pancakes, eggs, meat, and drink included. You can even have a second helping of pancakes!
Cost: $6 per person
When: March 6, 2010. Be sure to arrive between 8am and 9:30 as the breakfast food needs to be cleared out in time to make way for the lunch crowd.
Where: Applebee’s Neighborhood Grill & Bar (Near the Ridgmar Mall)
660 West Freeway
Fort Worth, TX 76116
Tickets can be purchased in advance or at the door.
For more information, please contact Karen at karen@tdkd.com
February 27, 2010
February 24, 2010
Love Never Fails
More incredible work and ministry by the Preemptive Love Coalition. I just can't say enough about their commitment to the gospel of Jesus Christ and their love for the Kurdish people they serve.
Check it out here.
Check it out here.
February 17, 2010
Church Under the Bridge
I have a LONG way to go, but the Lord is opening my eyes to the many ways that I need to change.
Mission Waco and Church Under the Bridge have been a catalyst for that change in my life.
Enjoy this video of Jimmy Dorrell and CUB.
Mission Waco and Church Under the Bridge have been a catalyst for that change in my life.
Enjoy this video of Jimmy Dorrell and CUB.
February 16, 2010
What's In a Name?
I did something last night that I haven't done in a long time. I accidentally called Whit "Paul." In fact, I did it twice. The first time, I didn't even realize it until Jack corrected me. The second time I noticed immediately.
It was such a good feeling.
Of course, Terrill and I both did it a lot right after Paul died. We were used to calling the boys by the wrong name. (One time I called Paul "Jack" and he corrected me by saying, "I'm not Jack, I'm Whit. I mean... Paul!!" I guess we did it so much, we even had him confused!) It was usually Paul and Whit we confused because they were so close in age. Every time I did it after Paul died, I remember thinking how sad I would be when that habit ended. Unfortunately, it didn't take long. I have missed it.
I also remember other people doing it. During a casual conversation at church or in the grocery store, folks would ask about one of the boys and inadvertently say "Paul" by mistake. Sometimes they wouldn't even notice they had done it, and I pretended they hadn't, but it made me SO happy! When they did realize their mistake, they would often feel awkward and apologize, but I assured them that their mess-up was a wonderful reminder to me that Paul was still being thought of and remembered.
That hasn't happened in a long time.
So, last night, when it did happen - seemingly out of the blue - I couldn't help but smile. I walked around the house with this goofy grin on my face, thanking God for that wonderful memory of the chaos of life with three boys.
It was such a good feeling.
Of course, Terrill and I both did it a lot right after Paul died. We were used to calling the boys by the wrong name. (One time I called Paul "Jack" and he corrected me by saying, "I'm not Jack, I'm Whit. I mean... Paul!!" I guess we did it so much, we even had him confused!) It was usually Paul and Whit we confused because they were so close in age. Every time I did it after Paul died, I remember thinking how sad I would be when that habit ended. Unfortunately, it didn't take long. I have missed it.
I also remember other people doing it. During a casual conversation at church or in the grocery store, folks would ask about one of the boys and inadvertently say "Paul" by mistake. Sometimes they wouldn't even notice they had done it, and I pretended they hadn't, but it made me SO happy! When they did realize their mistake, they would often feel awkward and apologize, but I assured them that their mess-up was a wonderful reminder to me that Paul was still being thought of and remembered.
That hasn't happened in a long time.
So, last night, when it did happen - seemingly out of the blue - I couldn't help but smile. I walked around the house with this goofy grin on my face, thanking God for that wonderful memory of the chaos of life with three boys.
February 10, 2010
Not Enough Laundry
This morning as I was piling all the socks and underwear into the washing machine, I realized how much I miss doing Paul's laundry. Have you ever seen Hanes' tighty whiteys in size 3? They are adorable...
January 27, 2010
Want to be inspired and challenged by someone half your age?
Check out Erik Ludwinski's website here.
Check out Erik Ludwinski's website here.
January 19, 2010
Paul's Birthday
Yesterday, Paul would've been 9. When your last memory is 6 1/2, nine is hard to imagine. We celebrated by going with friends to the Putt-putt fun center in Killeen and doing a lot of the things that Paul loved to do. In his honor, I never bent down to place my ball, but dropped it and scooched it with my foot (something he had to do the last several months of his life because of the pain of bending over).
God is good. He has continued to bless us with wonderful, thoughtful friends who emailed and texted to remind us that they miss Paul, too. Thank you for that. It doesn't make me miss him any less, but it sure makes me feel not so lonely in it.
A friend sent these pictures to me today (they were taken in August of 2002, right before Whit was born). They are priceless treasures of wonderful memories. My first thought was how perfect his body was... no scars from surgery or port placements or biopsies... just smooth, perfect skin. I don't remember Paul like that, but it is good to be reminded.
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