prayer works

We had a pastor once named Brady Boyd who did a sermon over praying specifically for what you want.

He and his wife tried for years to have a baby and after tapping out all of the funds that they could with fertility doctors and such, they gave it to God.
He prayed for a healthy baby, but specifically he continuously prayed for a red headed, blue eyed, little girl....
After years of trying they had a boy and were filled with joy.
Completely blessed.
Happy.

A few years went by and he still felt as if he and his wife would have another baby.
Because he knew God would answer his specific prayer, he and his wife continued praying but didn't share their prayer with anyone else.
One morning, his best friend called him and told him of a dream he had and he thought that they were going to have another baby.
He said he saw her so vividly in his sleep... she had red hair and blue eyes.
(his friend never knew about the prayer)
This just gave them more hope and they continually prayed for their little girl.

About that time during the sermon, a huge picture of a little girl in her soccer uniform popped up on the big screen and I don't think I even have to tell you what she looked like.

There was not a dry eye in the house when he was finished telling his story....
And that sermon has stuck with me.

***
I honestly spend most of my prayers giving thanks,
because though I do not have much in the physical sense...
I have more than a lot of folks,
and am over-blessed with healthy, smart, beautiful children...
an unfailing husband...
a loving family...
and unbelievable, genuine friends.

Seriously.
I know that I am blessed.

I always pray for the health and protection of my babies but when I feel anxious about a certain condition, disorder, illness, etc... I give that specific worry to God.

***
Recently, I have been praying that this move back to Haslet be manageable.
Specifically that this first month not do us in.
We will have the same monster gas bill, plus the extra gas of driving back and forth moving, plus the more-than-doubled mortgage again, etc.

I pray that being back in the city, doesn't turn me into the money-minded lunatic I once was.
It was draining to our marriage.
Money and things I wanted, sometimes masked the beauty and blessings in my lap.
Lance thinks I have changed for the better in the last year.
I too, think I have changed out here in this quaint little house.
I pray that I can stay in this mind-set and financially it all works out. 

***
Today, I had a wild idea that I would get our house refinanced to make this an easier adjustment.
When looking through the file cabinet to find our loan information, I ran across an envelope, still unopened, from our mortgage company.
We had over-paid our escrow by $600 and they cut us a check!! (in March)
I guess we just assumed it was another bill, and it was tucked away in the file labeled "mortgage", sealed, since we pay all of our bills online, and that one is always the same.
I called them to get the logistics of it all and found out that they had cut us one last year too that we never cashed so they were going to re-send it also!!
Are you reading this?
$1200, free and clear... just like that.

On top of that, the girl scheduled to be on call tonight called in sick and I was able to pick up an extra call!!
Work from home...
easy money.
unplanned-for money.

My specific prayer was answered!!

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And so was Maddox's...

A few night ago, I worked at a new office and was told about a family who's little boy is fighting cancer.
Thankful and fearful, I felt like I should give EXTRA thanks...
and specifically pray that cancer stay clear from my boys.

That night, rather than doing Maddox's singy-prayer with him, where at the end he lists as many people he can think of... a few random things... and the ends with "and bless all of my family and friends", I prayed out loud over him.

I have done this before, but never when he was awake.

When I was done, he said, "thank you."
Very mature and sincere as if he completely understood the entire thing.

We cuddled up a bit longer and then he said, "can you teach me how to pray for you like that mommy?" and I said,"sure!  Just close your eyes, open your heart and ask God for anything you want or need"

[Maybe I should have been a bit more specific.]

He clasped his tiny hands together, closed his baby eyes, and said, "God..... I would like a red cupcake."  :)

Apparently, he didn't completely understand all of it...
but he did help himself to a red cupcake for breakfast the next morning!!!
[He ate the top, and then stuffed the rest in a pot in the cabinet for me to find later while unloading the dishwasher!!!]

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And finally...

We were at lunch the other day and Lance had got on to Maddox a few times for being up and down and loud and obnoxious-- multiple times...
Finally, Lance's tone changed, and it was obvious that Maddox was down to his last chance.
Just as Lance said, "Maddox!!..." in his stern-daddy voice,
Maddox bowed his head, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and said, "now I lay me down to sleep..."

Situation deferred!

And I think Maddox would agree,
prayer works!

6 weeks

I saw this outfit in the drawer this morning when I was dressing Beckham.

I remembered that Maddox wore it to the hospital when my nephew, Gunner was born.
Maddox and Gunny are 3 days shy of being 6weeks apart

Beckham turned 6weeks yesterday, so I thought we would try it on.

(This is the same outfit... its just the difference in my old point-and-shoot vs the Canon)

Yes, they look different... but they have a lot of similarities also!
They only look this similar when they are sleeping...
since their eye shape is completely different.

It is fun to guess who Beckham will look like.
However I feel like Maddox has changed so much along the way.


***
After my 6 week post partum check up with Dr Deem on Thursday, I ran Beckham by the office for a weight check...
No one needs to tell me how small he is anymore...
my 7lb14oz chunk of love is now a whopping 10lb1oz!!

He is smiling and cooing more,
and he is so strong.
He has rolled over 3 times (crazy, I know)
But still not sleeping any better.

After the doctor's appointment, we had lunch at Chili's with Amanda and her babies,
and went to the mall to let them burn off energy.

There was a definite blog to be written after this day--
about an ornery boy--
who removed his shorts in the mall play area--
and ended his night with a spray bottle-to-tv travesty...

...About the emotions I felt hearing him cry out to me from his bed--
and the internal struggle I had to ignore him.

I blogged it in my head...
How I would paint out the details and bring humor to it, as I always try to do.
But I am deciding against it.

Maddox is at a testing age...
and his world changed so much recently.
He gives me trying days...
But all-in-all, he is a good boy.
Smart, funny, loving, compassionate, friendly and well mannered.

Since I don't blog about all the days that he is just what I expect him to be...
it really isn't fair to highlight the days he is everything I don't.
He's just two.

I need to let him be two.
And be grateful for every part of parenting him.
Of parenting them both.

I am going to do my best not to complain as much about the lack of sleep I am getting...
I am going to be grateful for the blessing of a completely healthy babies,
difficult days or not.


***
A family friend lost their baby this week, 6 months into their pregnancy--
And a co-worker of my husband's lost his 6 year old to a fluke virus.
My heart physically aches for these families...
and it sure puts life into perspective pretty quickly.

I thank God constantly for the blessings he lays upon me.
I need to be thankful for all of it.
Hard parts included.

I am blessed.
Beyond measure.
With sweet, sweet, sweet boys.


***
We made it 6 weeks.
And this past week I feel like I have found my groove.
Cooking, cleaning, playing, feeding...
getting most of it done.
Most of it.
Until it is time to do it again.


***
Time to put Maddox to bed...
And say our prayers together.
Nightly, he thanks God for a loooong list of family members and friends...
and also a potato.
Every night,
he says he is thankful for a potato.

Who knows....

I told you he is funny!  :)