How's about an uplifting post?

I'm gonna write about my 2 girls......

Jordan is honestly every mother's dream....a wonderful combination of intelligence, adventure, integrity, emotion, and zest for life. I simply cannot imagine my life without her. My memories of her toddlerhood are so strong they seem as if they were just yesterday. She had the sweetest little voice....she was completely in love with "Pooh and all them". She loved anything Disney...the store, movies, animals, and finally at the age of 5...the place. Absolutely one of the best times of my life was when she was 2-4 years old....so much fun. Now, she's growing up, against my wishes, but it keeps happening. I love that she confides in me with even the smallest things. She reminds me so much of myself at her age. She is always going to be my precious little angel.

Lauren...well just typing her name bring me to tears...this child is so amazing. My friend from the hospital called me today....her little boy has had 3 heart surgeries among so many other things wrong with him....she and her husband are overjoyed that at the age of 3 1/2, he's learned to hold his sippie cup. He has so far to go, if he does indeed overcome the many obstacles that lay ahead of him. She asks about Lauren...and for a minute I feel bad that she has met and surpassed all of the normal milestones. I tell her she's doing well and all the while I know she can hear Lauren talking the whole time we're on the phone...and I know she longs for the day that her little boy says just one word. I've been so blessed. And, there are so many times I'm reminded of why she's mine....I can handle it, I have handled it and I'll continue to for as long as I live. My living room carpet is riddled with every kind of stain imaginable--grape koolaid, blue koolaid, red popsicle, you name it....but I wouldn't have it any other way. She's my little daredevil, my messy one, and undoubtedly one of the bravest people I will ever know. Every single time she opens her mouth, I'm amazed at how precious she is....today she ran up to me and said "Oh my gosh mom, my diaper!" lol --- it needed adjusting :)

UGH---so much for uplifting lol---well i guess it was better than whining or drudging up bad memories :)

Believing................

So, I'm constantly amazed when I hear that someone doesn't believe in God. I, personally, simply cannot imagine it. The new debate board on pw has several that don't believe. Now, for me, it has always been very easy to believe in God. I was introduced to God at a very early age. I went through my early pre-teen stage of "where is He, how do you know He is real, etc.". My parents handled it somewhat well I guess lol---I started believing again. I can still remember vividly going through conviction at 14 years old.....and, I believe everyone goes through it.....unfortunately some either ignore it or don't understand what's happening to them. Jordan just went through it about 6 months ago and was saved. There is nothing in the world more wonderful than knowing that your child has accepted Jesus as their Savior and will live forever with you in heaven.

I don't understand growing up believing and then suddenly stopping. What could possibly happen to someone in their life that makes them give up on the one thing that could see them through? I look at what Lauren's been through---a parent's worst fear---it would've been so easy to blame God; instead my husband and I took the harder road and put it all in His hands. Why do I say it's the harder road? Because being human, it's much easier to be angry at someone rather than accept what they've handed you.

Now, the main thing that has my mind reeling about all this stuff is a few women on the debate board state that they don't believe in God. But, in the same breath will say -- I hope that death isn't the end....or that they believe in reincarnation. Why is it feasible to believe in something like reincarnation but so hard to believe that God exists? That makes absolutely no sense to me. Then there are others that believe death is the end---that's it---you die and become dirt and worm food. What a depressing thought. How can anyone live this life knowing that their actions do not matter.....and that's what it boils down to.....yes, their loved ones they leave behind will remember them and perhaps their grandchildren...but after that they're not in anyone's memory. Nothing about them lives on. So, why not lie, cheat, and steal? especially if you find a way to not get caught? doesn't matter----you'll never have to answer for it.......some will answer with morals --- being remembered as a good person---really, does it matter? what will you care once your gone?
Seriously blows my mind.

With that being said..........I guess the bottom line between believers and non-believers is which would you rather be...............a believer that turns out to be wrong (how would they know) or a non-believer that turns out to be wrong (they'll most surely know)?

That's not why I believe......but I don't understand how any intelligent person can choose the latter. Maybe taking that simple step is the way to getting back on track with God.

And then the very bottom line to me is: it's just so simple! How can you look at your child and say there is no God....that he/she just came from millions of years of worms turning into bugs turning into fish, etc.......I just don't get it.

Maybe it's easier for me.........every single prayer of mine has been answered. Every single one. Do I pray for money, fancy cars, huge mansion.......no.........do I pray for Lauren to be cured? No......God made her this way for a reason. Do I pray that she'll be able to live with it and have a long/happy life? yes, I do about every 5 minutes of every single day. Does praying for it more than once mean I don't think He'll follow through with my request? No----just letting Him know how serious I am about it :)

Whew---just wanted this out :) Hope I didn't offend anyone..........just how I feel about it!