Life's not always peachy

Sometimes, I am overwhelmed by everything.  By the situation of being pregnant, being far away from the father of the baby, wracked with doubts about the decisions that I am making and have made, stress of a new job, etc; I become overwhelmed with emotions - as well as with feeling numb.  There are breaks in the numbness where I feel pain, deeply. In these moments I think about many things. I think about other peoples lives, all over the globe. I think about other people's pain and suffering.  I think about my own pain and suffering, which is mostly self-inflicted and accrued from shame.  In my lowest, saddest moments, I like to play the song by Matt Maher "You were on the Cross".  It is also a sad song, but ultimately it speaks the truth that God is with us during all of these moments, all of the lowest of the low moments that we have in our lives.  He was on the cross, dieing for us, feeling all the pain and suffering that sin creates in our world - and He did that for us.  He took all of that on His own pure shoulders - all of the pain that we feel, all of the suffering we feel, He too has felt it - He too, was there with us. He too, is here with me in my moments of sadness. Below are the full lyrics of the song.

Matt Maher - You were on the cross

Lost, everything is lost
And everything I've loved before is gone
Alone like the coming of the frost
And a cold winter's chill in my stony heart

And where were You when all that I've hoped for,
Where were You when all that I've dreamed,
Came crashing down in shambles around me?
You were on the cross

Pain, could you take away the pain?
If I find someone to blame, would it make my life seem easier?
Alone, all my friends are asleep
And I can't find anyone to stay awake with me

Where were You when sin stole my innocence?
Where were You when I was ashamed?
Hiding in a life, I wish, I never made

You were on the cross, my God, my God, alone, alone
You were on the cross, You died for us, alone, alone
You were on the cross, victorious, alone, alone

You were there in all of my suffering
And You were there in doubt and in fear
I'm waiting on the dawn to reappear

Baby Bump Update

Picture at 18 weeks pregnant

So, here is baby and I at 18 weeks pregnant!  Sucking in my belly is no longer an option, and I am starting to think I need to start eating healthier again : ) I've let myself eat more sugar than normal the last couple of weeks, and haven't necessarily been choosing the best options for every meal...three hundred extra calories isn't much leeway to be letting myself eat whatever I want!

I will probably not be able to wear the shirt in this picture in another month, without the bottom of my tummy sticking out. But we will see! I am going to start taking a picture each week to see how I grow.

I now am feeling movements frequently, this baby likes to move! Which makes me happy, because it gives me relief to know that baby is in there doing just fine.  I get my ultrasound this Friday, which is so exciting to finally see baby!  I won't be finding out the gender until Super Bowl Sunday, however, because I want to wait until my family and I are all together. It would be very unexciting to have the ultrasound technician tell me "boy" or "girl", so instead, I will be having a cake made with either blue or pink in the middle, and cutting it on Super Bowl Sunday, revealing it to both me and the family!

I continue to have the weirdest dreams, all mostly related to boy-type or violent things, so I still think it might be a boy.  Either way, I'm just excited to know! That way I can start really looking at baby things (which I find myself doing anyway...every time I'm at a store, I always wander down the baby aisles...just to look!)

Mercy of God

"If you wish, you can make me clean."
Moved with pity, Jesus stretched out his hand, touched the leper and said to him, "I will do it. Be made clean"
Mark 1:40-41

I am deeply touched by today's gospel reading for many reasons.  One reason is the simple humility of the leper.  The leper is completely faithful.  He has total trust in Jesus that Jesus can perform miracles, is the Son of God, is our Savior.  He has complete faith.  He says, "if you wish", like he knows it is not he himself that wills him to be made clean, but that it is Jesus who wills it.  Sometimes, in our prayers, don't we ask for things rather abruptly?  Like we are already deserving of the things we are asking?  As though it would be some sort of affront to us by God if God did not protect us from harm, or did not allow us to have a good interview, or did not get us through the day without something bad happening.  I feel like sometimes we tell God what we want, what we want him to do for us. Like it's some kind of deal.  "You do this for me God, and I will totally believe in you truly."  That somehow it's conditional.

The leper was humble.  Sometimes, we are not.  But if we can keep the humility in the back of our minds, and don't feel so entitled to protection or so entitled to all the things we are asking for, and realize that we are but little specks of dust in the whole scheme, perhaps Jesus will be moved to pity us, to have mercy on us, when we take away our pride and stand humbly before him asking him please, showing Him our weakness without Him.  Tell him that it is up to Him, to grant us His peace, to lead us, to be by our side.  That we need Him, that we rely on His strength, that our strength is not enough.

Happy New Year 2012!

Well, I have officially turned old.  It happened so quickly, like the blink of an eye, that I became "out of touch" with what is cool in the eyes of the youth.  Although I have been seeing signs of this for months, it became drastically apparent last night, New Year's Eve, while I was lying on my brother's couch, dozing during a movie, mentally coaching myself to stay up until the ball dropped at midnight.  When we turned on the 40th annual Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve, we saw Ryan Seacrest interviewing several people who had performed earlier that night.  The only person I recognized was Santana and Justin Beiber, and I started commenting on how WEIRD the other people looked, and how I didn't even know what band they were from, and how I couldn't believe people like them were even famous...Brandy looks over to me, and says "well, congratulations, you are officially OLD". 

It's not my plan in 2012 to fight the "oldness" that I have recently acquired, but rather view this as one giant leap of maturity.  I don't care to bother with pop culture, I don't need to know who Justin Beiber is dating or how to even say his name and I really don't care to fill my mind with secular, materialistic nonsense all day long by watching TV.  Does that make me old, or is that just what my personality always was, but was just overshadowed by immature drinking habits that I had all these past 5 years?  I have no resolution this year (besides flossing...DAILY!!), but perhaps my only one goal is to embrace each day more and more the person and woman I am becoming.  To make no excuses for the "way I am" and to instead focus on being the best I can be each day. . . to let the good parts of me shine, and not get so caught up on the negatives. 

This is easier said than done. I wish I could be some champion for single mothers out there everywhere, some positive light to others, a cheerleader to others going through a similar situation as I am.  But, I will admit, I am not always positive.  I am sometimes racked with anxiety and doubt.  I fret about decisions in the future that have no meaning to me on this day.  I fret about decisions already made, the wheels already put in motion, and how life can't be turned back, can't be re-done.  There are no re-do's in life, you just have to keep moving.  But it's so hard to know, when faced with a decision, what is the right thing to do?  Our decisions are made often times in the heat of the moment, clouded by emotions and opinions and thoughts and feelings....it's hard to step back, pray, and discern our decisions with reason, instead of emotion.  At least, that seems hard for me to do.

So, here we are, now starting 2012...all I can do is promise myself I will try and floss daily, and to be the best I can be, taking one day at a time, and turning to prayer instead of fretful worrying.