Sunday, 30 March 2008

A Thousand Splendid Suns (Khaled Hosseini)

There are few books that have ever made me cry. This one definitely made me cry.

I'm astounded that in my lifetime there are woman that have had lives like the women in this book. I'm amazed at their courage. I'm amazed at their struggles. I'm amazed at how we have common natural instincts to love and protect our children no matter what. I'm amazed that anyone could do things that are so unkind and so abusive as the women there have endured.
I was trapped by this book early on. I love it when I finally find a book that is that magnetic. Today I read over half of it's almost 400 pages. I am going to have to read something happier next though. I feel sad and dark and I can't imagine how these women shake that feeling in their own lives.
That being said, I would totally recommend this book. We cannot ignore the things that have gone on in those countries. Surely somehow we can do something to help them. I am amazed at how I think I have trials.....and how I plead with Heavenly Father over the things in my life. I am amazed that Heavenly Father can even listen to me when he has children who endure life as it is in countries like Afghanistan.

Friday, 28 March 2008


So far, no stories for today. We're almost there. Could it be that nothing crazy is going to happen today?!!


Thursday, 27 March 2008

Another Day Another Story

When will it end??!!

When will it end??!!

This morning I took Jill to her camp. I take her there for 8:30. This morning we were a little late so we ran out the door. I told Peirce I was taking Jill and I'd be right back (Allen was here). Peirce hasn't been a good listener lately and we've been harping on him about how we shouldn't have to ask 2, 3, 4, 10 times for him to do something. Well, he must not have really been listening when I left and he suddenly said, 'oh oh! Mom said she was leaving and I didn't get up and go get in the van." He went out the garage door, opened it…..and left. He put his shoes on but no coat. He was going to walk down to Bulldog where I was I guess. (probably a 45 minute walk for him) Well, I got home and noticed the garage door was open and I had shut it....but didn't think too much of it. Allen might have gone out to get something from his car and not closed it. I start cleaning up breakfast and wanted Peirce to take out the garbage so I start calling for him. No Peirce. I ask Allen where he is...he says he's watching TV....but he's not. He's not anywhere in the house. He’s not anywhere in the yard. He’s not anywhere on our street! So Allen starts driving around the block and checking the playgrounds. No Peirce. So we go tell our neighbor across the street we can't find Peirce and please watch in case he comes home and I go start driving around too. After about 15 minutes of not being able to find him I was frantic. I ran into Allen again and we're like 'do we call the police?' I said a prayer and we both turned on our cell phones and went to drive around I rounded the corner past our block a police car comes around the corner and I can see a little kid in the back seat. I just about had a heart attack and broke down right there. Someone had picked him up standing on the corner to cross the major street near us and took him to a daycare down the road and they called the police and the police came and got him. Peirce couldn't tell them our address but he could tell him how to get to our house - and so he did. OH MY HELL!!! The policeman was very nice. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My heart was racing so much! Peirce had told the policeman he missed me so he left the house to find me. I assured the policeman that he hadn't been home alone...then Allen drove up and confirmed that too. (I can just see Social Services showing up to check us out!) When I talked to Peirce after it came to light that he did suddenly think 'oh oh....I didn't listen and I better go catch up' and that's why he left the house so quickly.

Seriously. I've had enough of this week.

Really enough!!!

My poor tired heart.

The fun never ends around here...

Today I left early to take Peirce to his art camp. We were really early so I decided to stop and wash the van. It is one of those car washes you use a wand for but you pull inside and there are a bunch of bays. After I washed the van it wouldn't start. We were trapped....stuck inside the car wash!! I said a prayer. It still didn't start. Peirce said a prayer. Still no luck. (I thought having a child say the prayer was a ringer for a quick answer?!)

There's good news though! (An answer to prayer after all?) There's a Minute Muffler right by the car we pushed the van over there and asked them to look at it. Turns out there wasn't much wrong with it that $300 wouldn't fix. It needed a new starter.

I wonder what will happen tomorrow. Could someone else take over the drama department for me? I'm tired of the drama in my life! I want to go back to the simple life!

My mom asked me if I wanted to run away. I told her I did want to, but I can't because I have too much work to do right now (in the middle of a big project that someone walked out on and left a mess and now I'm trying to get it cleaned up by the end of the month). It's a good thing I have a lot of work to do....that might be all that's helping me to hold it together! LOL

Tuesday, 25 March 2008

Motherhood?! Bah! Humbug!

You know when they teach you all those nicey lessons in YW about how important and how fulfilling it is to be a mother? Pfffft! Nobody told me there'd be days like this!

This week Peirce is going to an art camp in the afternoons. Monday he came home with sparkly play-dough.

I think Chico ate the play-dough. We can't find it and today Chico has sparkly diarrhea. What a mess.

I've googled....I can't find anything on cleaning sparkly diarrhea.

Sometimes I hate being the mother.

Monday, 24 March 2008

What a Monday

We took our car into the shop on Thursday. It was just for an oil change and a wheel alignment. We got back too late on Thursday to pick it up. They had already closed. So we went first thing today to pay the bill and take the car. Only the car wasn't there. Someone had broken into all the cars on their lot. They figure they were trying to steal stereo equipment. Our car was gone.

Later though someone called Allen. This guy was walking his dog in a field not too far from our house and came across our car. He said we won't be happy when we see it. The air bags are deployed and the windows are all smashed. One of the wheels is popped and the lisence plate is gone. It looks like they took off off the road and tried to jump a ditch.

Oh man.....sounds like a write-off to me! Ugh.

I figure we have a string of tons of good luck coming up....because we've had our share of bad!

I read a quote in another blog that seemed appropriate:

"Pain nourishes courage. You can't be brave if you've
only had wonderful things happen to you."
~ Mary Tyler Moore

**I feel brave!!! Thanks for that Mary.

The car was in a field in a place that you can't see from the road. Allen said if the guy hadn't been walking his dog there it probably would have been a while before it was found.

Someone's head smashed into the windshield. There was no blood inside the car though so I guess they didn't get hurt too badly. I bet they had a bit of a headache though!

The airbags were deployed and the side windows were smashed. They took all his CD's (you can see the console open) and pulled the mirror off the windshield. The door handles were also wrecked. I wonder if they were trying to get in by wrecking the locks and it didn't work so they smashed the windows.

One of the side windows in the back was also smashed. You can see glass on the seat. The car also had snow in it because it had snowed the night before.

So sad!! It's amazing how someone's foolishness can be such a hurdle in someone else's life. We'll see how much we get for the car. I assume it'll be a write-off. Now we'll have to do some re-budgeting to figure out how we're going to get a new car. Grrrr!

What I really want to get is a headstone for Destiny's grave....not have to buy a new car!

Saturday, 22 March 2008

The Measure of a Man

I forgot to write about this book when I finished it! We read it for book club and I finished it last Thursday just minutes before book club started. There were times when I loved it and times when I hated it. Sometimes it was deep and wonderful and meaningful and other times I wondered why in the world he included that part. The book is a biography and I kept waiting for him to tell us things about his wife, children, and other family things - but he barely touches on that. The cover says it's a spiritual biography - and perhaps that is why he doesn't go through his life's timeline. Instead it's based on topics he views as central to his life. I enjoyed reading about where he grew up and how that formed his perspective on the world. I hated reading about the racial prejudism and rough times he had. I was aghast that people would treat him like they sometimes would and marvelled at how he responded. He said the color of his skin held no more meaning to him than the white sand or the blue sky. I enjoyed reading about him. He's someone that people seem to put on a pedestal - but he isn't afraid of showing how real and full of flaws he is. It was a good read. I'd recommend it.

Food Storage Day!

Today our ward borrowed the canning machine from the LDS Home Storage building and we canned food storage stuff. It was so inspiring to see all the things everyone was doing!

Our RSP taking some cans in to be sealed in the kitchen.

My cousin Kara is the Enrichment Counsellor in my ward. She was working the canning maching thing-a-majigger
And here are some of my cans! I did brown rice. That should be a year's supply of brown rice for us. Yea!!

On the way home we decided to stop at one of my favorite places to get food for canning. We got bags and bags of apples. Each 5 pounds bag was $2.48. We made fruit leather and then made apple sauce. I wasn't sure if it'd be best to can th apple sauce or freeze it so I decided to try both ways.

Here's the fruit leather in the process of being made into leather.

For some unknown reason one of my jars of apple sauce opened up in the water bath! So less jar to put on the food storage shelf. Not sure why that happened! Oh well.

Our stake is on a mission to help everyone get their food storage in order. I actually set a goal this year to do the same thing so I'm excited about the things they're doing to help us do that. They've formed a co-op so that we can buy things in bulk as a stake at a discount price. This month Allen and I also bought a cow from a farmer and got it all packaged up by a butcher! Our chest freezer is absolutely FULL of beef. We also bought an upright freezer - which will be a great help in sorting and organizing the freezer meals I've been making.

I love getting all this food storage stuff together. It feels good to know we're making a big effort to follow the counsel to get a year's supply. It's important for us because Allen doesn't make the same amount of money every month (and nor do I for that matter) Some months are good. Some months are bad. So it's important for us to plan ahead and store things when we have the time and money to do so. It brings a great sense of peace when we have the months that aren't quite as lucrative!

Friday, 21 March 2008

Craft Day

Late last night we headed off to Raymond. My sister and I had planned a craft day. We stayed in Raymond and had a good visit with Allen's parents. J&P got to go play at their cousin's house for the day. Allen shopped and went to a movie and I did crafts and visited with my sister. My mom did for a while too, but her sister showed up too and so they spent some time upstairs visiting and getting dinner ready more than doing crafts. It was a lot of fun. I rarely do crafts in my 'regular life'. It seems I have to schedule in time to do something like that. It's good to do it with my sister and my mom because they have everything! It was a lot of fun.

I learned how to stamp on candles. These weren't the best ones for this idea, but I did find some stamps in Gaylene's stuff that would work. I made a bunch of easter candles for nieces and nephews and for our kids.

This is one of the cute little cards we made. We made a couple other kinds as well. It gave me some good ideas for my VTing handouts I want to make for each month!

Good Friday

I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross. On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth. Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day those men stood triumphant.

On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain.

Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair.

The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross.

On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.

On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled. It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.

I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.

-Joseph B Wirthlin

Thursday, 20 March 2008

Teacher's Pet

We went to Student-Led Conferences today. I'm thrilled with how things are going for Peirce in school. He loves it and his teacher seems to think that his learning is right on target. It was really fun to have him show me everything in his classroom. When we got home I was telling him how much I enjoyed going to his classroom and how proud of him I am for the nice boy he's becoming. We talked for a few minutes and he told me that he thinks he's his teacher's favorite. I told him that that wouldn't surprise me at all - but why does he think he's the favorite? He said that he is always the first on the attendance and the first on this list and the first on that list.

I smiled to myself. Should I tell him about alphabetical order? Nah! Every kid should think they're their kindergarten teacher's favorite. :0)

I Love Flylady

I've always been pretty good at keeping my house clean. Once I started staying home though and added kids to the mix it added a whole new element to that desire. It's sometimes darn hard!

I've become a fan of Fly-Lady. I tend to be someone that has to tell everyone else about now wonderful finds in my life. I have been surprised at the number of people who respond with a, 'ya...I tried that, but....'

Some people don't like the emails. For me I don't get bogged down in that. Frankly, I don't even read them....and it isn't that hard to press delete. But I do like the reminder of things I should do each day. I've taken her approach and adapted it to my house (I cannot just vacuum once a week....things start to look really nasty around here if I wait that long!) but I basically follow her approach, and it brings me peace. Today I had a really busy morning. I was up and out of the house by 7:30 to drive Allen to get a rental car because neither he nor I could be without a vehicle today while his was in the shop, then hurried home for a conference call, then hurried to the school for 'Student-Led Conferences' and then hurried home for my visiting teachers. As I was driving home I suddenly realized I hadn't even really looked at the living room this morning and have no idea how presentable it is. Sure enough when I pulled up to the house they had already arrived - so there was no time for a quick cleaning....but it was okay!! Not perfect, but okay.

Some think I'm a little over the top - but every day I do a quick swish and swipe in the bathroom (who cleans their bathroom every day? Well, I do!), do a load of laundry, and a few other things that if I don't do it every day just pile up and become overwhelming. Fly Lady taught me that (well, my mother and grandmother were a pretty good example of that too) and I'm so grateful for it! I'm having a bunch of women over tonight and I don't have time to do much cleaning before they come...and it'll be okay. I can't say I'm perfect at doing all the housework stuff I need to every day - but I'm regular enough that it doesn't cause me too much stress when people come over.

I love that.

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Interesting Friendships

I find it interesting the number of people that are similarly famous who have been long-time friends. If you know of others I can add do let me know! For example:

Harper Lee and Truman Capote

Apparently Harper Lee and Truman Capote were neighbors and good friends as children. They collaborated on some writing as well. She helped him with research on In Cold Blood and apparently he didn't give her any recognition or thanks for it....and that caused some strain in their friendship. Some have said that Dill in To Kill a Mockingbird, the one book Harper Lee is famous for, was inspired by Truman Capote

C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien:

Lewis was a close friend of J. R. R. Tolkien, the author of The Lord of the Rings. Both authors were leading figures in the English faculty at Oxford University and in the informal Oxford literary group known as the "Inklings". According to his memoir Surprised by Joy, Lewis had been baptised in the Church of Ireland at birth, but fell away from his faith during his adolescence. Owing to the influence of Tolkien and other friends, at about the age of 30, Lewis re-converted to Christianity, becoming "a very ordinary layman of the Church of England" (Lewis 1952, p. 6). His conversion had a profound effect on his work, and his wartime radio broadcasts on the subject of Christianity brought him wide acclaim.

Matt Damon and Ben Affleck

They met when they were 10 and 8, respectively, growing up in Cambridge, Massachusetts. More than two decades, a shared Oscar and several blockbuster-type films later, they're still buddies

Lou Gehrig and Babe Ruth

Okay...they weren't childhood friends...but they had been good friends early in Gehrig's career. But they split over a comment made by Gehrig's mother. Some say it was about his step daughter and some say it was about Ruth's wife. For years they didn't talk to each other -- until Lou Gehrig Day, when they embraced again like best friends.

Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake

Britney and Justin knew each other as children performing together for the Mickey Mouse Club and had a highly publicized four year relationship. They broke up and Justin wrote a song called Cry Me A River, which had a video that featured an actress that looked like many assumed the song was about her cheating on him....which Justin denied.

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

Eastern/Western Canada Worker Shuttle?

I'll go out on a limb here and say....this is about the dummest thing I've heard in a long time.

If there is no work where you live the long-term solution IS NOT a $800 a week shuttle to where there is work. News bulletin: You might just have to MOVE if you want to work!

Must be a liberal that thought of this plan (oops.....did I say thatout loud?)

At the end of the article he says that are even programs already in place that could fund his idea.
....and thus we see why our taxes are too high.....

Windsor mayor proposes Western Canada job shuttle
Last Updated: Tuesday, March 18, 2008 1:11 PM MTCBC News

The mayor of Windsor, Ont. wants to see planeloads of workers hit by the auto manufacturing slowdown making regular runs to Western Canada.

What Mayor Eddie Francis calls a "long distance commuting program" could send Windsorites to Saskatoon, Edmonton and Calgary — cities that have been experiencing labour shortages.

Francis, who talked about the plan at his state of the city address on Monday, told CBC News he first pitched the idea at a meeting of big city mayors. The proposal was embraced by a number of civic leaders, including Saskatoon mayor Don Atchison, he said.

"One of the ideas that we began tossing around is, 'Is there a way for us to shuttle people back and forth, so that people and family members that are working out west don't need to go through the expense, don't need to go through the turbulent transition, of taking their entire family with them?'" he said.
The workers would stay in the Western cities five days a week and head home for the weekends.

It's not clear where the money to subsidize the flights would come from. According to the Expedia website, the cheapest regular-price airline flights between Windsor and Saskatoon in March and April are more than $800 return.

However, Francis said he has already received calls from corporations and plans to approach airlines as well.

There are federal programs that may subsidize this type of proposal as well, he said.

.....ya....there probably are those kinds of programs....cancel them. My taxes are too high because of stupid programs like that.

Thursday, 13 March 2008

Reminder of our Global Village's Responsibility to ALL Children

I drive Peirce to Kindergarten every day. We try to go a little early so that he has time to play and so that Jill can see her friends for a few minutes. Well, today we were there and a little girl came to me and was chatting. Often kids will do that - but they usually get distracted and then go on with their playing. This little girl didn't...she just kept talking and talking and talking to me. I continued the conversation with her but inside thought, "Why don't you go play little girl and stop nattering at me?"....thankfully I didn't. Soon another little girl from my Peirce's class came along. She was looking sad. I tried to chat with her and encourage her to play with the kids, asked her if she wanted help zipping up her coat (kind of a cold wind today and she wasn't dressed that warmly), but she wouldn't budge. She just continued pouting and stood against the wall. I asked her if she was mad, if she was sad, etc....kind of joking around trying to break the crusty surface. No luck. Finally the other little girl that had been nattering at me said, "I'm sad." I asked her why she was sad (because she didn't seem very sad!) and her response stopped me dead in my tracks. She said she is sad because her mom doesn't live with her anymore. I asked her where her mom lives and she lives quite close to here but she said she isn't allowed to go see her. It broke my heart!! I asked her how long her mom lived away from her and she said it was since February. I just felt so bad for her. I wanted to hug her and take her home!! I wondered if that was why she was so interested in chatting with me - she misses a mother figure. I noticed that after I left her to walk my son over to where he was to line up that she went over and was talking to one of the playground supervisors. Clearly this kid is missing some adult female interaction in her life. So sad!!

When we were driving home from the school I was telling Jill about the conversation with this little girl. She was visibly upset by the story as well and then her response made me so proud. She said, "Mom! Now you know why you ALWAYS have to be nice to just never know!"

So true my wise little girl. So true!

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

Number The Stars (Lois Lowry)

One of the great things about having to taxi kids around to classes and sports and church activities and play dates (and whatever else!) is it provides great time for sitting and reading. I sometimes run around like a crazy woman trying to get a bunch of errands accomplished - and sometimes I just park outside the door of where they are and sit in my van and read.

Today I read Number the Stars by Lois Lowry. It was a great read! It is set in Denmark. Since my dad's side of the family is Danish, that got me interested right away. I loved reading the names of places and the names of the people. I'm not an expert on Denmark - but I'm familiar enough that I could tell it was pretty authentic. The story is really heartbreaking. It's set in the 1940's when the Nazi's were occupying Denmark. This book is about a family that is friends with a Jewish family and they help them escape to Sweden. (I need to find out why Sweden was such a safe haven. It said in the story that everyone was confident that Sweden would not be taken over by the Nazi's) It's heartwarming and emotional for me to hear stories of people from that time. This particular story is not exactly a true story - but it's based on stories of people from that time. I would totally recommend the book!

.....I just need to find out why the title is Number the Stars....that's one part that I'm still confused about....

I'd also like to find out more about when Tivoli Gardens was re-built. It says in the book that the Nazi's destroyed it by fire.
We read this book for Jill's book club. Jill enjoyed reading it and even sent an email to the author when she found her email address on-line. Even more exciting for her was the fact tha the author wrote back!

Here's Jill's email:

i started to raed number the stars for a book club. thank goodness for book club! if it wasnt for book club i would have never read number the stars. that would be tragic it is a wonderufl book and i told my grandma and pap of your books. i just can't stop reading number the stars. it is awesome. i also raed 1 goony bird book. it was really funny

ttfn (tata for now)


And Lois Lowry's quick reply said:

Hi there, Jill,

I loved getting your message and hearing that you enjoyed my books. Thank you.

Number the Stars is a wonderful story that I wanted to tell the children of the United States and now it is used in countries all over the world. As for Gooney Bird...she is a very popular character and in September there will be a fourth book about her.

Keep reading!

Lois Lowry

Jill was amazed to find out about the Nazi's and the Jewish genocide. It's quite a thing to talk to her about those things and see her shock that people would do that to each other. Sad. Very sad that that is the reality of the world. Number the Stars didn't focus on that though. It focused on the heroic actions of people who helped others. It's a wonderful story.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008


Peirce loves gymnastics. He's been going to Kindergym this year and has done really well. He's amazingly flexible and quite strong and keen to learn new tricks - a perfect combination! Today was his last Kindergym class. Time to move on to the boys CanGym program!

Summersaults on the beam

He's really good at the rings!

The trampoline is really cool (much more cool than ours) because it has a foam pit too!

Baby Pommell Horse stuff too! (Peirce doesn't like it when I call it "Baby" Pommell Horse...he says it's BEGINNER Pommell Horse)

Even Jill got to get in on some of the action!! It was a bit of a drag for her because kids over 6 can't use the equipment....but she did get to do some things! Peirce was thrilled to be the one teaching her how to do things.

By the end they were EXHAUSTED. I love that part of gymnastics. :0)

Sunday, 9 March 2008

Family Ties

I researched homeschooling quite extensively before Jill started school. In the end we decided not to homeschool - but I was glad to have gone through the experience of researching it all. One thing I read, but didn't quite believe, was that kids are closer in families that homeschool. I always imagined that they'd get tired of each other if they spent so much time together. But you know, I was wrong! I have my kids have really grown closer together. Peirce anxiously waits for Jill to come home when she has days where she is gone to a class or a workshop. And Jill really enjoys playing with Peirce. I have found they seem to have a bit of an alliance. I think Jill has really matured lately too. Is that just a coincidence? Or is it the maturity that homeschooling families talk about that exists with homeschoolers because of the different 'culture' they experience. Maybe it's the multitude of lectures they've received from me on being nice to each other. Not sure! All I know is it's different now than it used to be. I read a post recently that summed up quite well how this is a whole new experience.

Whatever it is, I don't really care. My heart swells with happiness when I see my kids enjoy spending time together so much.

Saturday, 8 March 2008

The Proper Care and Feeding of Marriage

I don't know what it is about books by Laura Slessinger - but I don't like them. I don't totally disagree with the things she says. I think she makes some good points....but she beats a point to death. I found myself irritated when I read her books. Of course, I find myself irritated when, once in a blue moon, I listen to her show. I find her delivery a little obnoxious.

I didn't even finish this book. I couldn't stomach it. I don't think she's a great writer and I am not so sure I'll pick up another one of her books.

Friday, 7 March 2008

Kids Ask the Darndest Questions

For some reason, when we're driving around, our kids seem to come up with the craziest questions. My response is pretty standard: "That's a good question! Let's look that up on the internet when we get home."

I don't know how parents did it before the internet!

Here are some of my favorite questions from this week:

What's the difference between a pelt and a hyde?
Why do we itch?
Why do we have eye brows?
What do Liberals/Conservatives/NDP's believe?
Who are you going to vote for?
How long will it take for them to put the words up on the new Superstore?
Do dogs have tonsils?

Sometimes besides saying, 'that's a great question' I might ask why they ask. The 'do dogs have tonsils' was especially entertaining when I asked why they were asking. Jill said, 'because when I still my tongue down Chico's throat I don't feel anything, just his tongue so I don't think anything else is there."

Poor Chico!

Thursday, 6 March 2008

Calling All Angels

I've found myself today consumed with reading about other people's experiences with stillborn babies. I started looking up information for Aunt Shirley and just kept going and going and going. Today I went visiting teaching and shared my experience of realizing just how much a knowledge of Jesus Christ and his atonement and saving grace has helped me through all this. Her children were loud and playing and crazy...and still I felt a burning inside that told me that what I was sharing was true.

I found a great article today from Sunday's San Francisco Chronicle that seems to explain things very close to how I'd felt about so much of this. I loved it. I hope you enjoy it too.

Life changes when you see a pair of pink lines on a pregnancy test strip. If it's good news, your life becomes a 38-week countdown to holding your future, safely swaddled in your arms. You read books, you post sonogram pictures on the fridge, you make plans for a nursery, you put your name on child care center waiting lists.
[Listen to Podcast]
You don't plan for the doctor to tell you your future has no heartbeat. You don't plan to deliver a baby who will never open his eyes. You don't plan on coming home with an urn of ashes instead of a bag of diapers.
Before my son died, I had every hope -- and worry -- of being a good mother.
As a 35-year-old single journalist who found herself unexpectedly pregnant, I knew I needed to get the word out to friends and family early on to see how I could pull it off. Within an hour of the first phone call there were eight members of the "tribe" in my kitchen helping me figure it out. "Boo Boo" was christened -- "it" or "baby" didn't seem right -- and the wild ride began. A constant loop of overwhelming questions woke me every morning. How do I do this alone? How does anyone not making six figures pay for child care in this city? How can I raise a third-generation fatherless child? Disposable or cloth?
On my first visit to Dr. Fang, I brought my friend Samantha and we saw the ultrasound of the fuzzy little kidney bean that had taken up residence in my womb. Keeping company with it was the constant worrier camped out in my brain and the unpredictable crier armed with Kleenex and saltines on my couch.
Week 12 I became a believer. My friends Stas and Jason came with me to my 12-week checkup. Dr. Fang took out the Doppler and pressed the microphone to my lower belly to listen for Boo Boo's heartbeat. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the room filled with the whirring "whoosh whoosh whoosh." I had still needed evidence there was something growing in my womb -- the mild queasiness and difficulty in getting my pants zipped weren't enough. Some part of me needed proof that Boo Boo was still in there.
Anna came with me to the 19-week ultrasound and we found out Boo Boo was a boy.
We got to watch him move around a lot, most of which I couldn't feel. He was about the length of my hand. We laughed when Boo Boo swung his arm in what looked like a punch right at the placenta. We watched the four chambers of his heart fill, saw his kidneys and the lobes of his brain. At one point I saw his mouth move.
I finally relaxed and watched myself gradually expand out of my clothes. Boo Boo gave me a wonderful gift. I finally understand why my body was made this way. And it's beautiful.
At 24 weeks, Boo Boo's heart stopped beating.
Then I had to deliver him.
More than 26,000 women each year in the United States, and 4.5 million worldwide will deliver a stillborn baby. The majority will never know why their babies died. Few will be offered adequate guidance on coping with the devastating loss of a child they never got to know.
Searching for answers will provide little solace to many parents because so little research has been done on the causes of stillbirth -- classified by most in the medical community as the death of a fetus at or beyond 20 week's gestation. The efforts of many researchers have been stymied by the lack of standardized methods of reporting stillbirths and the collection of data from hospital to hospital, county to county, state to state. Fetal autopsies -- which are not covered by all insurance companies and have no national protocol -- are not required by law or hospital policy unless foul play is suspected.
But researchers and parents are now beginning to reject the "it wasn't meant to be" response to pregnancy loss, and replacing it with "why is this happening?" and "what we can do about it?"
Frustrated by the way fetal and infant deaths were being analyzed from a clinical point of view at different hospitals in San Francisco, Dr. Ellen Stein, medical director for the county's maternal, child and adolescent health section of the Public Health Department, created an oversight committee of the labor and delivery chiefs from the county's hospitals. They are creating a uniform way to report fetal and infant mortality so that each San Francisco hospital will use the same diagnostic codes and methodology to note the cause of death.
"We have to standardize the methods we use, or we can't compare events within regions or between regions," said Stein. "We have to know how to categorize events before we can count them. Without counting them, we can't do appropriate research studies to understand what is really happening, to know the magnitude of the problem."
The Bay Area Data Collaborative, which Stein formed in 2004 with representatives from all nine Bay Area county health departments to standardize data collection, can now evaluate gestational weeks, cause of death, ethnicity and other relevant details across county lines.
For example, Stein discovered that African Americans in the Bay Area between 1999 and 2001 accounted for only 7.5 percent of births, but a third of fetal-infant deaths.
Before public health officials can begin efforts to decrease those numbers, the quality of the information gathered has to improve.
"Stillbirth has been an extremely under-researched area," said Dr. Uma Reddy, an OB/GYN with the National Institutes of Health. "There is a huge gap in information."
Reddy is heading a five-year, $15 million study on the reporting and collection of stillbirth information at five major U.S. research sites including Salt Lake City, Atlanta and Galveston, Texas. The goal of the research is to prove that standardization of reporting will show stillbirth rates are higher than previously reported and that standardized postmortem, maternal and placental examination protocols will improve diagnoses of stillbirth causes and identify possible risk factors for stillbirth.
But without current research to recommend changes in hospital or diagnostic protocols, parents are still left facing the death of their unborn child without a reason.
When Iowa state Rep. Janet Petersen was nine months pregnant in July 2003, doctors told her that her daughter Grace had died.
"You don't expect something like that to happen," said Petersen. "I did everything by the book and I was perfectly healthy." She was told her daughter died of a true knot in her umbilical cord, but when she tried to find research on the problem, she was shocked at how little information was available.
In 2003, Petersen began her quest to create a national stillbirth registry. Bill 2362, which created a statewide protocol for collecting stillbirth records, passed both Iowa's House and Senate unanimously and was signed into law in 2004. U.S. Sen. Tom Harkin, D-Iowa, secured $900,000 in CDC funding for a stillbirth registry project in Iowa and Atlanta.
Petersen is challenging other state legislators to follow in her footsteps.
"If we don't start collecting information nationwide, it will just take that much longer to have a data pool big enough for researchers to begin uncovering the causes of stillbirth and possibly find ways to prevent them," she said.
When the doctor told me Boo Boo had died, my reporter brain took over. I asked what happened and what I needed to do next. It wasn't until I called a friend to come pick me up and the words "the baby died" came out of my mouth that the mother in me began to realize what the news meant.
Dr. Callen said I had a circumvallate placenta -- which is an uncommon formation of a membranous ring around the placenta's edge -- and the umbilical cord had a peripheral insertion. Neither of which, the doctor said, is usually connected with a fetal death. There was a blood clot in the placenta and she said they would look into whether or not a fall I had at work precipitated Boo Boo's dying. For several days before he died, I noticed he had stopped moving, and while the doctor was doing an ultrasound to find out why, Boo Boo's heart had stopped beating.
The autopsy results weeks later would show that there was no conclusive cause for his death.
I joined the ranks of other bereaved parents who wanted to know why their babies died. Was it something we did? Could we have done something differently? Will it happen if we get pregnant again? Scouring the Internet. Calling doctors. Poring over the autopsy results. Sobbing "why" endlessly.
Being told by almost everyone: Most parents will never know why this happened.
Why not?
"You find out after the fact that there are lots of us that had healthy pregnancies and lost our babies at the end with no answers," said Antoinette Ayers, whose daughter, Maddie, died during labor before she was delivered in July 2002. Ayers believes that the cause of many pregnancy losses isn't unexplainable, it's unexplored.
In December 2002 she founded the International Stillbirth Alliance and in September the nonprofit, co-hosted the first joint conference on stillbirth and sudden infant death syndrome. Nearly 300 researchers, health care workers, counselors and bereaved parents from around the world gathered for three days in Arlington, Va., to explore potential causes and lasting effects of fetal and infant loss in more than 100 panels, presentations and workshops.
Parents gathered in the halls after each session, comparing notes from different panels, often making connections between one researcher's findings and someone's study in another room. Each of them soaking in information, struggling to decipher unfamiliar medical jargon, wondering if they discovered the reason their baby died. Panels on thrombophilia (blood clotting), low blood pressure, infections, brain injuries, cord accidents and possible connections to SIDS caused the biggest buzz. But none offered any definitive answers.
Several panels presented research from the MOMS study -- Maternal Observations and Memories of Stillbirth -- led by Dr. Frederik Froen, visiting lecturer and Fulbright scholar at Harvard Medical School. Of 2,841 stillbirths cases, Froen found that 20 percent were "unexplained" despite adequate autopsies of the placenta and child. The cause of death in 15 percent of all cases were classified as "unknown" because there had been little or no investigation into why the baby had died.
Froen, who has recently studied unexplained stillbirths with the Norwegian Institutes of Public Health, said the United States has among the lowest stillbirth autopsy rates of any developed country. "Here in Boston it is between 20 and 30 percent," he said, adding they are often not performed because many U.S. insurance companies do not cover them. "The more autopsies you do, the more you can determine a cause of death. The risk of recurrence is mainly associated with the same cause of death. If you don't know what caused it the first time, you reduce your possibility to prevent it from happening again."
One study of 644 stillbirths over a 13-year period at an urban hospital in Detroit found that women who had had a stillbirth had a 10 times greater risk of having a subsequent loss.
Dr. Michael Collins of Louisiana's Pregnancy Institute believes that in most cases fetal death doesn't happen suddenly, but is caused over time. He teaches kick counting to his clients, shows them how to use fetal monitors at home and how to send suspicious heart rates to his Blackberry using new software designed by E-Care Solutions.
"It makes sense that when a baby is in distress, their movement slows down to conserve their energy and that the death happens over a matter of days," said Collins, adding that his research shows most stillbirths happen at night, when a mother's blood pressure is lower. He said research has yet to be done on the interaction of the mother and the baby when the mother is sleeping -- something his institute has been working on. "Our research shows that women who have lost babies due to cord accidents are more likely to have another cord accident. If we know something is wrong early enough, we may be able to intervene."
One such case was a subsequent pregnancy of Jan Caruthers, a friend of Janet Petersen's, the state representative from Iowa. Collins was monitoring her pregnancy electronically from a home fetal monitor -- one that she, Petersen and friend Tiffan Yamen had bought in 2001 for the Pregnancy Institute as a tribute to their stillborn daughters. At 34 weeks, Collins, viewing her readout in Louisiana, determined Caruthers, who was in Iowa, was in labor even though she couldn't feel the contractions. She went to the hospital and -- because of complications during labor -- her son, Briggs, was delivered alive by emergency C-section.
But Collins admits that in many cases when distress is detected, especially before the baby is viable outside the womb, there may be nothing that can be done to prevent fetal death.
Froen said he also is researching the use of kick counting in the detection of fetal distress. He questions the veracity of a study published in the Lancet in 1989 that indicated that kick counting showed no beneficial effects.
"When we can show through evidence-based research that kick counting works, that's going to be our next national campaign," said Ayers.
I'm not sure how I knew what to do next. I've always appreciated the importance of rituals, and within a few hours of getting home from the doctor's office, there was a circle of friends surrounding me while I wept. My friend Drissana brought plaster strips to make the belly cast I had planned to make when I was nine months pregnant. Erin read a poem. Someone else was chanting. Everyone put their hands on me, my belly and my heart. At some point, I named him.
Avery Pullen.
When I was ready, six of them came to the hospital with me and at 9:30 p.m. March 1, 2005, I was admitted. I immediately moved the room around a little and made an altar for Avery where I could see it. Quan Yin for compassion; the pregnant fairy Stas had given me; pieces representing the four directions and a stuffed Eeyore, because he needed to be there.
Part of me was practical and task-oriented during portions of this process. I accepted that this had happened and I knew I needed to birth Avery and let him go. But what was going on in my heart, what is still aching in my soul, has no ready words to describe it. I was in a surreal alternate universe that I never expected.
People told me how strong I was and how in touch I was with my feelings. I didn't feel especially courageous or brave. I was just putting one foot in front of the other, doing what I had to do and expressing exactly what was happening for me at the moment it was happening -- whether it meant laughing, crying or asking the doctors and nurses technical questions. These are traits I have always had, much to the relief or chagrin of my friends and family.
One of the doctors told me most women who go through a stillbirth labor, do it alone or with just their husband/partner. She said it was great to see so many people with me and several others on the nursing staff commented on what a great support group I had. Stas and Samantha, who both happened to be labor coaches, gave me on-the-job training since I never got to go to birthing class. My mom and her partner Jen drove 13 hours straight from Arizona to be there by my side. Anna and Becky ran errands and provided the comic relief.
My son was born on Thursday, March 3, 2005, after more than 24 hours of labor at 1 pound, 7 ounces and 13 inches long. As Dr. Wiggins put him on my chest she said, "It isn't often we get to birth angels here."
He was very long-limbed, with the longest fingers and biggest feet you could imagine. Avery could have been an NBA All-Star or a jazz pianist ... knowing he was a child of mine, he probably could have been both. He was perfect. I cradled him on my breasts and then tucked his small, hairy head under my chin. He smelled exactly the way I imagine all newborns do, powdery sweet. With his bright red lips, he would have been a heartbreaker.
There was never any doubt I would take pictures of him. I asked Anna and Becky to bring disposable cameras and I had a digital. Nor was there a question that I would hold him. Doing both of those things made Avery real, not just a fuzzy image on the screen. He may have been tiny, but he was the biggest thing I have ever done. Giving birth to him, seeing and feeling what my body did, was a precious gift that his death will never erase.
The universe may have taken Avery back before I had a chance to know him, but I do not regret his short visit or the pain of this deep loss. He was the masterpiece he was meant to be.
When Carol Donald went into labor before she reached the delivery room at a 1940s hospital, a nurse pushed her baby back into her womb. As a result, Richard Allen Donald developed a brain hemorrhage, was whisked away after he was born and died a few hours later.
"I was hysterical, I wanted to be with him," she said, adding her doctor finally let her see her son for a brief moment. "I still remember his sweet face." Although Donald, 83 and now living in Concord, has two living children, and fostered more than 100 babies, she regrets not being allowed to hold him, even after he died. "I've never forgotten it," she said.
While many parents cling to the one Polaroid photo the hospital takes of each child, some find it hard to look in the hospitals' keepsake box of handprints or hair, and others choose never to see or touch their babies. Each parent's process is unique, but many hospitals and staffs are untrained and inexperienced in how to help them through the traumatic experience.
Kathleen Skipper, an obstetrics nurse at Millard Fillmore Suburban Hospital in Williamsville, N.Y. started a perinatal bereavement group in 1991 to help parents after pregnancy loss, miscarriage, stillbirth and newborn deaths. She also wanted to change the way hospital staff handled such losses.
When her first son, Jimmie, was born in 1966 with anencephaly, a disorder in which the brain does not form, she was told she shouldn't hold or see him. "He died alone in a corner of the nursery 12 hours after he was born without his mother and father there to love him into death," she said, adding that although one nurse was kind enough to tell her he had a beautiful face and body, not seeing him haunts her to this day. Her husband was told by their doctor not to let her dwell on the loss, to get her pregnant again as soon as was physically possible and to get on with their lives.
"In those days, you were told grieving wasn't normal, which just made it worse," she said. "I can tell you now that it's better to grieve than to bury your grief alive." While some hospitals have revised post-delivery protocol for stillborn and perinatal births, others in the medical community are hesitant to change their practices, not knowing the long-term impact on the recovery of parents.
Out of 2,841 women who reported a stillbirth in the MOMS study, 90 percent said they held their stillborn babies -- only five women said they regretted it. Of the 10 percent who didn't hold their child, 77 percent regretted not doing so. The MOMS study is the first study of such magnitude and Froen and others hope it will begin to change the protocol for how hospitals approach the parental grieving process.
Dr. Ewan Kelly, a hospital chaplain and lecturer in Practical Theology at the University of Edinburgh, Scotland, has worked with parents to co-create blessing or naming rituals during their hospital stay, as well as on funerals or memorial services in the days and months that follow. Personalized rituals, he believes, are essential ways that parents create memories of their child to hold onto as they grieve and heal.
Avery Jadyn Wong's heart stopped beating at 28 weeks inside her mother Margaret's womb in October. The Wongs, who live in San Francisco, took a couple of days to process what had happened after hearing the news from their doctor. The night before they went to the hospital for the induction, their families gathered, cried and consoled one another -- a show of emotion they say was uncommon for them. They cherish the photos from their daughter's birth and had a slide show at her funeral. Every night, Margaret Wong writes letters to her daughter about her day.
Gerome Lecompte-Famous was born at 24 weeks when his mother, Gabriele, went into preterm labor. He lived for an hour and she and his father, Mark, held him while he died. At the memorial service, family and friends read letters to Gerome that his parents had asked them to write. They mounted those letters in a special keepsake book for him. The San Francisco couple planted a tree Mark's mother had given them at the service.
Heather and David Brame's daughter, Donnalee, was a few days past full-term when doctors discovered she had died in January 2005. For months after the loss, the Brames kept a tribute to her in her crib, an altar of sorts they shared with visitors. They took a road trip to spend time together, away from their responsibilities, to focus on themselves. After months of worrying what might go wrong with their second pregnancy, their son, Davoud Mansour Brame, was born alive and well at Kaiser in San Francisco.
They all created memories. Memories of children only they knew. And each image, each card, each word is a tribute to their children. A piece of evidence that they were real.
There is no guide for how to recover from delivering a baby that never took a breath. Or how to take the news that we are miscarrying. Or what to do when we go into labor long before our baby will be able to survive outside the safety of our womb. This is uncharted territory. And unacknowledged in the thousands of how-to books that tell us how to stumble through birth and the first year of life.
Those of us who have had a pregnancy loss struggle with being around pregnant women or babies. We return to work or to our routines. We try to explain to our loved ones why we can't or aren't ready to "move on." Most of us obsess about getting pregnant again.
I find I need to meet other members of this secret club. I want to hear how other parents handled their news and the delivery, whether they had a funeral or a memorial, whether or not they took pictures or wished they had or hadn't. I go to support group meetings and listen with compassion to women who gave birth with just their partner present, did not take pictures or hold their babies, have family or friends who don't understand why the loss is so profound and avoid close friends who were pregnant -- things that would have made the wound of losing Avery so much more painful for me.
And with each story, I marvel at how -- with the help of my family and friends -- I managed to do everything that, in hindsight, I would have wanted to do without having any external direction for how to handle a stillbirth: Doing a blessing ritual after I got the news, having the tribe at the hospital, taking pictures, holding Avery until I was ready to let his body go, having my friends hold him too, getting the silver charms made of his hand and foot prints, talking about the loss with my dear friend, Trish, who was just two weeks apart from me in her pregnancy. I wish other mothers and fathers could have someone dispensing suggestions or guidance at a time when the only thing they can think about is what they have lost.
One year ago I held Avery's tiny hand in my fingers and felt his slick hair on my cheek. I still ache when things get quiet or when a baby cries. I stop to listen. On his due date, instead of delivering a baby, I delivered a small book about him for my friends and family. On the first anniversary of his death, I wrote this article to share what I had learned about this mysterious and earth-shattering kind of loss. Next year, I hope to share the stories of other mothers and fathers and their life after stillbirth. I also hope -- like most mothers I have met -- to get pregnant again and this time hold a squirming baby in my arms.
The road I am on is my son's gift to me. The least I can do as his mother is to continue on this journey and see where it takes me.
One in every 150 births results in stillbirth. Many researchers believe the numbers may be higher due to the lack of a consistent standard of reporting.
Fifteen percent of all known pregnancies end in miscarriage. The number of actual miscarriages is thought to be higher because many may occur before a woman knows she is pregnant.
While the number of stillbirths has decreased 18 percent between 1985 and 2002 nationwide, the drop was far below the 34 percent reduction in infant mortality rates during the same period. (Stillbirth and infant death rates are often viewed together.)
(Statistics from National Institutes of Health.)
In 2004, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, (CDC), reported that in the United States, the number of documented stillbirths is roughly equal to that of all infant deaths during the first year of life.
Statewide (2003)
In California, there were 2,929 reported stillbirths -- the highest percentage (23.4) were to mothers age 30 to 34.
"Unspecified cause" counted for 26.2 percent (767) of deaths and was ranked as one of the leading causes.
Forty-one percent of fetal deaths happened between 20 and 28 week's gestation.
Prematurity and disorders related to short gestation were responsible for 41 percent of deaths of babies less than 28 days old.
(All statewide statistics from the Department of Health Services, State of California.)
In the Bay Area (1999-2001)
There were 287,044 live births and 2,210 fetal-infant deaths in the nine Bay Area counties.
Alameda had the highest fetal-infant mortality rate of 9.1 per 1,000 births (still and live). Marin had the lowest at 5.6 per 1,000. San Francisco was near the regional mean of 7.7 (124) with 7.3 per 1,000.
African Americans account for 7.5 percent of births in the Bay Area, but a third of fetal-infant deaths, with a fetal-infant mortality rate of 16.2 per 1,000 -- twice as high as all other race categories. The CDC has found similar statistics nationwide, with the risk of late-term stillbirth rates two-thirds higher in the African American population than in other racial and ethnic groups.
(Bay Area statistics from the Bay Area Data Collaborative.)
-- S.P.
Stillbirth Resources
HAND of the Peninsula -- Helping After Neonatal Death
Bimonthly support group, detailed online resources and newsletter; (650) 367-6993, California HAND,
SAND - Support After Neonatal Death
Local support groups in San Francisco; (415) 282-7330. Grupo Amparo (Spanish); (415) 764-0211. In the East Bay; (510) 204-1571, or e-mail
Beyond Choice
Bi-monthly support group for pregnancies terminated due to genetic abnormalities; Call Jan Bourguignon; (510) 752-6755. In San Francisco, call Life After Loss; (415) 600-2628.
Compassionate Friends
National and local groups for families who have lost a child of any age; (877) 969-0010,
A Heartbreaking Choice
Resources, stories and support for those who have terminated pregnancies due to genetic abnormalities,
Pregnancy After Loss
San Francisco-based supportgroup. Call Cherie Golant; (415) 600-2229, e-mail,
International Stillbirth Alliance
Nonprofit coalition of stillbirth groups,
First Candle/SIDS Alliance
National network of health care providers, parents, caregivers and researchers working on infant mortality. Online resources, links to research and bereavement guidelines; (800) 221-7437,
M.I.S.S. Foundation
Nonprofit organization for parents who have lost a child; (623) 979-1000,
Hygeia Foundation
Institute for perinatal loss and bereavement,
March of Dimes
Launched five-year campaign to expand research, health education and services related to preterm birth,
The Missing Angel Foundation
Stillbirth education and awareness; online poetry and photo gallery, chat room,
The Centering Corporation
Grief resources, books and materials; (402) 553-1200,
When a Child Dies: Conference and Retreat, Arizona State University, May 31-June 4,
9th International SIDS Conference, featuring stillbirth sessions, Yokohama, Japan, June 1 to 4,
Walk to Remember -- pregnancy and infant loss, Alta Bates Hospital, Oakland, 2nd Thursday of Oct., (510) 204-1762.
Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day
Oct. 15th, candle lighting and other events,
Worldwide Candle lighting for a child who has died
Second Sunday in Dec., (877) 969-0010,
-- S.P.
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Wednesday, 5 March 2008

Autopsy Results

Today Allen and I went to the doctor to review the autopsy results. I am posting this message because a lot of people have asked us about the results. I'm better at writing about it than talking about it. I tend to cry when I talk about it.

It was as I answers.

I received a copy of the autopsy. It's a lot of technical jargon...but I slowly waded through it just to satisfy my own need to know. It was like reading a script from CSI where the coroner is going over a dead body. I always wondered why she sounds like she's reading a book....probably because she's dictating a report/book. These reports are quite long and detailed and technical.

There weren't any malformations in Destiny's organs or other body parts. The doctor today was very kind and in a scientific way explained to me that sometimes we don't know....which sounded very much like God sometimes has a different plan than we do.

It's funny how experiences run side by side each other. Today I reviewed autopsy results for my baby. I also found out my neighbor (who I don't know because they're quite new) just had a baby.....a little girl. My little girl would have been born about the same time. I wonder how I'll feel as I watch her grow up. I think that little girl next door will always have a special place in my heart. I hope I will be able to get to know her.

When I got home - the minute I got home, the phone rang. It was Aunt Shirley. She has a friend that just lost twins at 22 weeks and she wanted to know if I had any advise for her on how to help her friend. To me, this was a message that I need to shift my focus from myself and on to how I can help others as well.

Recently I was asked to give a lesson in Relief Society. The lesson was on the day of my due date. Having to focus on that lesson rather than the sadness of the day was a great blessing. The lesson was on the Savior and on that day, rather than staying home and crying, I was able to testify of the blessings of the Atonement and how it has affected my life. I can't even really begin to express the feelings there...but I tried that day. I was grateful for the opportunity.

I never really had any exact plans about when we'd have children. Some people say they will wait a year then go ahead. Some say they plan to have their children every two years or something like that. We've never really had a plan like that. We've always gone ahead with a pregnancy after feeling prompted to do so. With Destiny it was a little different. I clearly remember the spirit saying, "You don't need to wait any longer." I thought that was kind of a weird way to put it. Sometimes I wondered if I was really ready to have a baby again...and at times I felt guilty about those thoughts after losing Destiny. Now I wonder if the spirit used that language because it didn't matter if I was ready to have a baby or was just time for us to have that experience.

It's hard to say. A lot of people ask me if we're going to try again. I have reserved judgment on that. Just like in other times I will wait until I feel prompted. I don't feel ready right now, that's for sure. However, I trust that the Lord has a good plan in store for us. I will just have to continue to walk by faith.

Saturday, 1 March 2008