The Easter Coincidence

**Thought I would post some pix of our princesses in their Easter dresses. Brayden managed to get away before I got the camera :)





I love Easter.

Not because of the egghunts and all (although I love watching the kids search for 'em!) but for the true meaning. From Maundy Thursday through Easter Sunday my thoughts are captivated by the God-man Jesus who freely chose to give his life for me. I can't wrap my mind around it! But my heart rejoices!! And I love the way Easter occurs during the rebirth of the earth in Spring. This time of year we're feeling rejuvinated and alive as everything greens up and nature explodes with color and life after what can begin to feel like a long, lifeless winter. Just as after what I can only imagine as two long, lifeless nights of confusion and disbelief for the disciples and followers of Jesus, the women were greeted by bright light and life as the angel came from that dark, lifeless tomb! AMAZING!! Only an amazing Creator could orchestrate something that "coincidental".

This song has been my new favorite this past week. I found it while helping Daryl search for a song to sing Easter morning. Although he didn't sing this one, I think (hope) he will in the future.

No Internet...

...is so frustrating this-day-in-age. It is how we check the news, update family all over the globe, and monitor the weather for Daryl's business--amongst other things. But since Friday afternoon, we have been unable to get internet connection even though our box says we have full signal (we have a satelite connection)!!!!

So tomorrow it looks as though I will be on the phone to see what the issue is. FUN.

In the meantime, I'm thankful for connection at work so I can see how our family and friends are doing!

In other news, I had FIVE wonderful days of no vomiting--that promptly ended this morning when I woke up :( I am thankful for Zofran and its many generics! I pay $19.60 for 12 tablets of the generic instead of $177.60 for 12 of the brand-name version.

All in all this pregnancy has been quite the ride! I think that this little one is aware that it is the last one in the Daryl Yount line, so its giving me a pregnancy to remember ;)

Two peas in a STRAIGHTJACKET!

That's how my oldest and youngest sister describe themselves. They were born on the same day 14 years apart...and today is that day! Happy birthday Shell & Ang! Can't imagine my life without either of you (or Weebs) in it. I love you and wish we could all be together to celebrate :( Maybe this summer, eh?!

P.S. I apologize for no pictures...I'm at work without access to my many photos :)

Anniversary!

Date: Saturday, March 3, 2001
Place: Whitaker Science Center, Harrisburg, PA
Time: Noon
Event: Our first date and one of the best days of my life!

I will never forget the events that transpired that day--and just how much at work the good Lord was (and continues to be) in our lives. He has blessed me so abundantly through and because of Daryl. I am humbled and thankful every day.

Especially now. Especially when I'm pregnant, feeling sick as a dog, and working lots of shifts on Daryl's downtime. Over the past few weeks my husband has been spring-cleaning our home, overhauled our laundry, reorganized closets, tossed out trash, simplified our space, kept our kiddos well fed and well loved while I'm working, and jumped in to help in so many other ways. His support and love are overwhelming. He is the best.

And he knows it--I tell him everyday :)

To the moon and back, Daryl.

Not to make you jealous....BUT

...for all of our family in the midwest/northeast where it hasn't been above 20 degrees in weeks--the kiddos and I hopped a plane (actually two) last evening and are now enjoying time with our family in Arkansas IN 60 and 70 DEGREE WEATHER!!! We woke up this morning about 6:45 and its already 60 en route to a 71 degree day! LOVIN' IT!! We'll be heading to the lake today to do some fishing with my sister, B-I-L, nieces and nephew.

And in case you're wondering about Daryl, he hopped a different plane at the airport and is now freezing (I'm sure)in Montana with Jeff, Jonathan, Craig, Uncle James, Jamie and a few others on a "mancation" :) I'm certain they will have some FUN times together out there! I know there's a 300 mile snowmobile trek planned for a day and also some skiing, amongst other things.

Ah, yes, and for those of you who are wondering what seven kinds of crazy I am for flying alone with 3 little ones...they actually do better than I do! Brayden and Savannah LOVE flying. This was Sophia's second time and it didn't phase her any either. Me, on the other hand, I do not enjoy it. I was holding onto the sick bag for the first leg and dry heaving while a nearby 17-month-old literally screamed and kicked her way through the flight. My three sat there looking at books and out the window! HAHAHA! And every so often Brayden would ask if I was okay :) And I also got alot of passerby comments in the airports. So I'm now a brave soul, crazy lady, what-were-you-thinking, how-many-times-have-you-cussed-your-husband-during-this-trip Momma! They all said these and many other comments with a mix of smiles and shock on their face. I thought it was a hoot! And it kept me going when I was so airsick from the first round.

In the end its all worth it. I did this same trip last year and was so excited when this spur-of-the-moment opportunity came about.

We're off to enjoy family and the warm weather!

Leave of Absence

I do apologize to those of you who check in regularly. I have been on an unplanned LOA from the blog. There has been so much to post about, so many pictures, so many stories. But now being back to work in the OR 4-5 days/wk--putting in 18+ hour days--I have been just too tired and too occupied with other things to blog.

Please forgive me.

I will try to post at least some pics, if nothing else, over the weekend!

And if you're reading this, please pray for continued strength and rest for me as I'm still adjusting to the added rigors of working in a Level I facility and still caring for my family as I always strive to do. I really enjoy it and the kids love having Daddy home so much, but I still struggle :) And I know that this is only temporary.

It has been a ROUGH week in the OR, so I'm especially drained this evening. Thanks for hearing me out!

Unexpected blessings

So often in life the blessings are unexpected, unpredicted, unwarranted, unrealized. Christmas reminds me of this fact. God becoming flesh to redeem one so unworthy such as me--unexplainable. But Christmas isn't the focus of this particular post...I still have a few more days to cover that subject :) So I digress.

My life is full of the unexpected, unpredicted, unwarranted blessings. I post about many of them often. I try to live my life in such a way that the blessings do not go unrealized. I fail often, but I do try. Even in the worst circumstances, there are blessings to be realized. There truly is always something for which to be thankful. ALWAYS.

Most of you who follow this blog are family and close friends. So many of you know my story. You may even have lived part(s) of it with me. Abuse. Broken home. Divorce. And therefore, times of anger, rebellion, bitterness, emptiness. Sin. It is never pretty or fun. But the amazing thing is that God can take all that bound up in the heart, blanket it with Jesus' blood, and bring the blessings out of charred, barren wasteland. Bitterness becomes rejoicing. Empty is full. Rebellion is obedience. Anger is joy. AMAZING.

Too often kids in a divorce are prisoners of war. No matter if the parents are "friends" and its an "amicable split" or any other explanation people tend to give, its not the way God intended for marriage. Period. And that is not a debatable topic with me. I've lived it. And I wouldn't wish it upon anyone--ever.

That being said, I--along with the full support and encouragement of Daryl--had long since decided that I would not continue the cycle of unforgiveness and mistrust and rehashing of old wounds (that so often is the case in divorce) with my kids. They would not become second-generation prisoners as long as I had something to do with it! They will know (as they and I already do) that they are loved so very much--by all their family. They will find that people fail, but God is faithful. They will see that forgiveness trumps any hurt. That's God's way. Not the easiest at times, but always the best. And they will witness that God can do anything and everything with any situation to His glory!

So my story doesn't begin or end with the sin that tried to rob me of all things joyful--of all things from God. I have realized a multitude of blessings in the midst of the many storms. I'm still realizing them every day! And the storms aren't anything as they used to be thanks to my trust in the Anchor!!

All that to say, today I'm sharing about a special, unexpected blessing. Totally unexpected yet more appreciated every day. Today is my step dad Jim's birthday! And today I celebrate the handiwork of God in our relationship. What started years ago as a time of weekly fasting and prayer by Jim on behalf of the strained relationship between my mom and me has been rewarded by healing not only between she and I, but also he and I--something I'm sure he never thought would occur. But that's the business God's in--full out amazement so there's no question as to His power and glory!

I celebrate the many, many blessings not only in my and Daryl's life, but also in the lives of my kids because of just this. I am continually amazed at the healing that has taken place in my heart, the love that grows and flourishes, the peace that overwhelms me when it comes to "Pap"--as he's so affectionately called around these parts.

I know there was a time when he worried as whether or not all the grandkids would love him differently or less when they found out he wasn't theirs by blood. Well, out of the currently seven grandkids, none of them could give a hoot about bloodlines. All they know is their Pap thinks the world of them, loves them to the ends of the Earth, prays for them regularly, and makes them feel as though they are the greatest bunch of kids running around this planet. What else is a Pap for if it isn't to do just that??

Being silly with Brayden


Special time with Miss Savannah


Baptizing & celebrating our niece, Elle, with Uncle Frank


My most favorite memory caught on film...The Puddle


Enjoying The Puddle together


Happy, happy birthday, PAP! Here's to the unexpected, unpredicted, unwarranted blessing that you are to us in so many ways. We love you & celebrate you!!

My Midnight Musings

I know that nearly all of you check in for pics of the kiddos and I'm just the measly photographer/narrator, but tonight I can't sleep. It hits me every now and again when Daryl is away. He knows I get like this and will actually question as to whether or not I'm physically lying down in bed when we hang up the phone!

It is Monday. 9 weeks. Every Monday I spend alot of the day rejoicing and crying tears of gratitude that our LORD spared Daryl's life.

It never ceases. And I pray that it never does.

My life would be so very different had events of that day gone the slightest bit differently. And I won't even go into what my kids lives would be like. Talk about a humbling thought. They have a hard enough time (like their Momma) with Daddy rumbling out of the driveway early Monday morning and not returning until Saturday afternoon. Our home erupts with so much rejoicing when his diesel rolls in! There is nothing like it!! Sophia is the one who goes the craziest. And watching her absorb her Daddy as he scoops her up brings me to tears every time.

Had things gone differently, Sophia would not have a memory of her Daddy.

Instead she shrills, runs in circles, then waits for the door to open before she really lets loose! And once Daddy picks her up there's no putting her down. For any reason. Period.

Its funny because when I think of my husband, I often think of a story I received over email a long time ago. The story tells of a man entering Heaven upon his death and Jesus greets him. Jesus wants to give the man a tour of the home He's prepared for him. The man is overwhelmed by all the blessings, the gifts and beauty in every room--all becoming more elaborate and impressive as the tour continues. But throughout the tour there is one door Jesus keeps passing. The man finally can't take it any longer and questions Jesus as to why He doesn't show him what is behind that door. Jesus informs the man that He is unable to show him that room. The man becomes really confused and presses the issue. Jesus sadly informs him that behind that door lies all the blessings the man would have received--all the things that the LORD desired to give him--if he had only obeyed. All the things he missed out on because of his own stubbornness.

I relay that story only for the reason I often think of what would possibly lie behind that door for me because I feel that the LORD gave me the most amazing, undeserved blessing when He gave me Daryl. In all sincerity. My life has been so richly blessed--my faith strengthened--because of my husband. He has taught me more about giving and receiving love and forgiveness, seeking wisdom, earning trust, honesty, conviction, laughter, holiness, humanness, falling short and getting up to try again, grace, growth, and seeing people as God sees them than any other I have known in my life. And I tell him this every day. Honestly. I think as any wife should about her husband--he ROCKS! And I'm humbled that God would pour out such a rich blessing upon me. A sinner. So undeserving, yet so very, eternally grateful.

9 weeks.

I have found the freedom--and blessing--in obedience.

And I thank the LORD He chose to teach me from the blessing that, in my mind, could only have come from behind that door.

"Baby Girl" is THREE!

Today our sweet Savannah is three. What in the world?! Of course she wanted a princess birthday and that she got last evening! She was quite the sight in a pink feather boa, pink sparkly shoes, a pink princess dress, and of course the tiara with pink fur trim. Did this child come from my womb?? You could not have paid me to wear anything remotely "princess" as a little girl. Pretty much a tomboy here. But not our Savannah. The more pink, purple, sparkly, and/or girly--the better. And she also wanted Becca to join her in the Princess Brigade--it was classic. LOVED IT!! They're already planning their next Princess Tea.

She then traded in her regalia for princess jammies and her new "Fancy Nancy" sunglasses and purse. She did not remove those glasses until bedtime! She was definitely epitomizing the saying, "Sugar and spice and everything nice..."--with an extra added splash of spice for our Savannah, I might add.

I had all these wonderful plans for the cake I was going to make for her, and sweet decorations, etc. but that all changed when the dreadful stomach bug got me with a vengeance Friday night. Pretty much wiped me out. Needless to say, I was more than thankful that all she wanted was pizza for her birthday dinner! So we grabbed some pizzas and a DQ cake and she was happy as a debutante at the ball ;)

So, despite my feeling like a wrung-out old rag, the smiles and laughter on the face of our little princess and all her cousins as together they celebrated her third birthday were priceless...and worth every minute!

Overheard at My House

Brayden (on the phone with his older cousin, Leighton):

Leight, you're seven?! Are you big now? 'Cause I am five and I'm HUGE!"



Enjoying a late night ride--Summer 2006--sheesh, time flies!