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Close, but moving day is not upon us…

I mentioned previously that we’ll likely place our house on the market in February.  I tend to take a few great many things for granted and it finally dawned on me that February is less than 30 days away.  I know, I know – how obtuse am I, right?   And have I got a lot to do.  A year ago I had it my mind that we were moving long before the end of 2014, but we’re still here and so are the boxes of items we wouldn’t need for the remaining amount of time here.  That’s really put things into perspective because I packed-up things we wouldn’t immediately need for a few months, but it turns out that a few months turned into a year, which means we probably didn’t need those items at all.  It’s embarrassing because with  each move, we’ve mentioned how much we need to scale-down and yet, we’ve failed to do this as we’ve collected more with each new home and each move.

Times four…

Good grief. It’s only a tad over-whelming, but eliminating stuff so we can move with only the necessary can and must be done.  Seven is my favorite number and the move back to Washington will move number seven.  Hmm, but then I’m not superstitious, so that doesn’t matter.  Yes, that picture encompasses roughly a quarter of just the boxes, which doesn’t include the odds and ends items that cannot properly fit into a nice (not so little) box.  Nearly two decades of marriage and we’ve accumulated some stuff an excessive amount of crap.  In addition to scaling-down and repacking our possessions, I also have to work-on cleaning grout, light-fixtures and curtains, touching-up the paint on walls, touching-up the areas requiring replacement caulk in the bathrooms and finally renting a carpet cleaner.  Whew!

My husband is overwhelmed with everything, but for me, this is nothing.  We’d agreed on it beforehand, but his move here in 2011 left me with the remainder of a 2400 square foot home to pack.  When he moved here first, he rented a small truck to bring his wardrobe, our guest-bedroom set and his office set to hold him over until I’d packed the remaining items and finalized selling our Washington home, at which point I was to move to Nevada.  I’d  been successfully packing and had probably 92% of the remaining stuff ready for the move.  Impressive isn’t it?  However, I called my husband in a panic and said there was no way I’d be ready by the coming Saturday.  He said, “Oh no – I’ve missed you too much and I’ve been looking forward to you getting here this weekend.”  And I did move the weekend we had planned because from Nevada, my husband organized a group of family and friends to help me pack the remaining items and several even returned to help me pack the moving truck a couple of days later.

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And here I am in Nevada preparing to move back and even with lots to do, I am calm.  I think the difference this time around is that my husband is here.  Although he has a job and is working full-time, I still have him here physically to support me and offer help when he has the opportunity, instead of offering verbal support every few days from a few states away.  His presence makes a big difference and I’m relieved this move will be together.  Dear Lord, Thank you for my husband and thank you that he’s here to help prepare us for moving and please help me to cherish him and never take him for granted.  Amen

I love husband.

~Jenn

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Happy New Year, but don’t waste time with resolutions

As we kick-off 2015, many will make their annual list of resolutions that they will only achieve success in breaking.  So, congratulations.   For some, creating a resolution list is personal, familial, or it might be a communal, societal expectation that gives the resolver warm-fuzzies for consideration of the resolution.  For some that’s where it ends, but for others, they will hit the ground running and maintain their resolutions(s).  Why?  Because the resolute are committed to and intentional about being successful whether it’s for themselves or their family.  Why does the calendar have anything to do with making positive changes in one’s life?  Because for now it allows people to keep doing whatever they’re doing.  The term now is too much of a commitment for those who really don’t desire change.  What if people just make up their minds to begin making changes NOW instead of making the excuse to start making changes tomorrow, next week, next month  or next year?  Why not start now?  A calendar has nothing to do with anything and if it’s important, I’ll borrow the old Nike slogan and suggest, JUST DO IT.

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Here is my list of things that I would like to see some become intentional about in 2015:

Learn the proper spelling of homonyms and learn to use proper punctuation before posting statuses and comments on social networks or blogs.

Stop posting relationship grievances on social networks and instead of depending on social network ‘friends‘ to provide advice, get professional help.

Stop saying,amazeballs, YOLO, I know right? and like before every like word in your like repertoire and get a word of the day calendar because a limited vocabulary is a clear sign of ignorance.

Protests – Nothing changes because of protests and riots are the stupid, drunk uncle of protests.  Both of these  behaviors are a pathetic excuse to make bad decisions.

Everyone is a winner is a problem because it is a false assessment.  Why?  Take a step back and observe cause and effect.  Because groups and schools awarded the population (MILLENIALS) with silly awards, many now perceive they’re entitled to things like cars and jobs, despite being unqualified.  Stop awarding  silly ribbons and trophies.  Imagine if all Olympic participants were entitled to receive awards – there would be no incentive to improve their skill.

Selfie-sticks are real. I see these on the Las Vegas Strip. Selfies are already narcissistic and now there is a device to encourage more of them.  I’m fairly certain this product is Satan’s handy work…

Being offended – Anymore, it seems that people are very easily offended by everything. Just stop! If you don’t like it then don’t support it and move-on because not everything is personal or about you.

I like New Year’s because for us that means we celebrated another anniversary yesterday and a new year is always   refreshing.  I don’t make New Year’s resolutions because I don’t need a particular day to motivate better choices.

What words or trends are annoying for you?

Back to watching football and Happy New Year!

~Jenn

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All over the map

Competitive swimming from grade school through part of college – think hundreds of laps daily and nearly Olympic trials level fast – not slowly floating across the pool on a noodle (that many sadly call ‘swimming,’) piano, flute, 4-H-sewing and cooking and finally Jazz dance, which would be close to the equivalent of today’s hip-hop genre, were my extra-curricular activities growing up.  I had just turned 8 or 9 when I completed the Red Cross certified swimming courses and my stay-at-home Mom was desperate to enroll me in something that would keep me out of trouble  busy so she spoke to my final instructor who was also a coach with the swim team newbies and suggested I try-out for the local club.  I immediately took to competitive swimming, which required little time to learn backward and forward flip-turns so I could keep up with the circle of other swimmers at my level.  My parent’s ongoing joke was that I was born with webbed feet.  So seriously, Mom & Dad, with the umpteen number number of hours in the pool each week, was there even the slightest possibility that I wasn’t?

Swimming continues to be one of my favorite activities and ‘back-in-the-day’ I became somewhat of an aquatics guru within my family, who looked to me to life-guard cousin’s birthday related pool-parties and instruct the how-to’s of swimming and water-skiing to my little sister and younger cousins.  In college I continued to swim with the early morning Masters team.  Many years later when we moved to Nevada, we noticed many homes have pools and when we bought our home a few years ago, we were very excited to have our own.  From mid-spring through late-summer, the outdoor temperatures maintain around 103 and as it’s too expensive to run air conditioning full-time.  Therefore, the pool provides a perfect relief to cooling-down my core.  MS has altered my body’s ability to self-regulate my core so when I become warm, I’m technically overheated, making our pool’s cool temperature a tremendous source of relief and blessing with those high outdoor temperatures for 6 months.  Other than swimming during the hot temperatures, I’m embarrassed to admit I do very little any more.

Obviously, I had the ability to commit long-term to activities while growing-up, but because of MS and what it’s taken from me, my interests are really all over the map.  I think my abilities prior to MS taking me backward have unfortunately dictated what I can or cannot do.  I was never a quitter and I have my folks to thank for instilling in me a stick-to-it attitude, but there have been several activities that I began and quit because of MS ‘issues.’  For example, I discovered and indulged my love for stamping cards and book marks, but when the tremors ataxia started where my hands shook badly, it became impossible to accurately place rubber stamps.  This caused what I had hoped to call ‘artistic creations’ to become somewhat of a mess, resembling over-priced pieces of abstract art, at which point, my neurologist gave me yet another MS related symptom-chasing drug to lessen the shaking, which helped, but at a sacrifice because of the cocktail of drugs.  I was rarely coherent appearing somewhat of a zombie with my glazed-over eyes.  And I quit stamping.  However, I could make a mean martini – shaken, not stirred became my joke because “If I can’t laugh, I may cry,” and I really try to limit that tissue-requiring activity.  I also tried my hand at becoming an independent beauty consultant for a big corporation (whose reps are rewarded with pink cars), but eye-make up was a joke to apply because of that whole fine-motor-skills lacking hand stability.  Then, I became a cooking rep for a company that specialized in quick mixes to create tasty dishes.  Although I had fun and was successful, that was also short-lived when I had to give-up driving.  My attitude was that as much as I still wanted my ‘right’ to be independent to drive, other cars/pedestrians had the right to be safe when my increasing foot/leg ataxia became hazardous to controlling the correct pedals.  And I quit driving.

2015 will mark 10 years ago that God provided healing and pulled me from my wheelchair, but I have nothing to show for it, except several activities in which I invested, only to quit.  Beading was another post-wheelchair favorite, but short-lived activity as I attended bead-shows and then created beautiful bracelets and earrings.  At the same time I came from the wheelchair, I quit the the numerous symptom-chasing prescription drugs because I was tired of feeling like the undead.   Although I was lucid, my hand stability was only achieved after a couple of glasses of wine. That became somewhat of a big discovery.  I could be a creative, but functioning drunk or a non-lucid undead human…  That was an obvious choice.  I have continually returned to writing and I made a goal 10 years ago to write my encouraging story, but I lost my inspiration.  Writing has been a passion since grade-school, but in junior high there was an adult and best friend who ganged-up on me to tell me that I was wasting my time at which point , I guess I gave-up on it, although I would still scribble-out ideas and write creatively, from time to time.  That was very much ‘my bad’ for giving into believing their discouragement and I’ve learned to ignore those voices or mentally give the middle finger salute to those inner voices who say I can’t or that I’m wasting my time.

I realize that I must continue to actively learn something – anything productive.  I did online courses a couple of years ago in which I discovered I’m completely left-brained.  Thank you, Dad, who is an engineer.  It feels great to be learning and I’ve tossed around the idea of learning to use a knitting loom as it doesn’t require fine-motor-skills.  I may also again attempt to bead or stamp as my ataxia seems to be becoming less of an issue…  Praise God because martini-making provides a very limited skill-set.  I’ll keep you posted on what activity has gained my attention…

Jenn

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A Test of Faith

I’ve mentioned that I have MS, but be confident that I only mention the relevance again because I realized as I’ve blogged, I’ve failed to explain not only why I believe in God and have a relationship with him, but also why I continue to believe.  God has stretched my faith over the years, but most noticeably during the last two.  The first time was over a decade ago when MS side-lined me by placing me in a wheelchair.  Back then, If I wanted to remain an active part of society, a wheelchair was mandatory for outings like a trip to the mall or for supporting all my family and friends who obtained donations for and walked with supporters of the annual MS Walk.  Being forced into an uncomfortable position was humbling.  I hated asking for help, but my circumstances muscled me out of my comfort-zone and created a much-needed level of humility. 


I was in a wheelchair for a few years learning to give-up everything to God when I stumbled upon information that God allowed to be used to improve my health and essentially over time placed my MS in ‘remission,’ which was faith test number one.  I was grateful that God allowed me to find the information, but it didn’t take me long to start taking everything for granted, like the awesome miraculous healing that I received, like the ongoing physical help I received from family and friends when they pushed my wheelchair, like the encouragement God provided when I was in my pit of despair.  Within a year of God healing me, I failed to make my personal devotions and prayer time a priority and elevated myself to being too busy to make time for God.  I became both arrogant and ignorant for esteeming myself so highly and thinking that if I hadn’t located the healing information, MS still would have gotten better because I’m Jenn and I’m…awesome.  Shame on me for over-esteeming myself when I should have praised God for a priceless blessing!

Fast forward several years to 2012 when we were in the process of buying a home in Nevada and it was shortly thereafter, that my husband and I began having marital issues.  All of this background is necessary to explain that God was again humbling me and drawing me back to him because I had placed God ‘on-hold,’ but was beginning to recognize that by not allowing him to guide me daily, I made unwise decisions.  Also by not allowing God to provide my path, I became as much part of the ‘problem’ as I had determined my husband was.  Could I get another shame on me?!  It was plainly obvious my husband was making bad decisions, but I could have just placed my faith in God, that the Holy Spirit would convict my husband instead of Divinely anointing myself to be God’s chosen messenger to convict my husband.  I should have asked God to guide me in the situation because although I was late getting on board with GOD‘s plan, He worked through both of us and is continuing to work in us.  And praise God because it was only because of his Divine intervention, obviously minus my misguided help, that we are still married and committed to remain that way and work through issues instead of giving up and becoming another statistic, which was faith test number two.  


I’ll fast forward again to when my husband’s favorite job-to-date was eliminated as the organization could no longer afford to employ a graphic designer.  It was almost immediate after losing that position that he felt God telling him that we should return to Washington.  My husband sharing that piece of news was the best thing I’d heard since we moved to Nevada because it was an answer to prayer.  I’ve never felt settled in NV and with each challenge presented, I felt it was ‘just another’ consequence of not seeking God prior to moving a few years ago.  If we had waited for God’s leading, we likely would not have moved instead of being lead by our own selfish desires to get away from the surplus of Pacific Northwest rain.  So, since last October, moving and my husband locating work has been in our daily prayer.  He’s applied for many positions between where we live in NV and where we want to return in Washington and there’s been little response.  My husband has built a very strong resume, but God hasn’t opened any likely doors that would accommodate his background or even any unlikely doors for positions he could perform with little or no training.  The last six months have created a stronger faith in God for both of us because when his unemployment benefits run out, that’s it.  As in the income is final, at which point we’ll be dependent on my small disability income.  As this is a tad scary, our current set of circumstances has enveloped us in faith test number three.    


One may wonder why I don’t work.  My skill-set within the financial industry became null and void when those attention-to-detail related skills were what ultimately required me to take a short-term leave-of-absence only to cause permanent disability.  My husband is the bread-winner and actively pursuing employment every day.  During the last six months, while he’s been applying for employment,  I’ve been packing the house.  I’ve been boxing-up our belongings because the fact is that in April, our income is final with a limited number of days before we’ll have to be out of our home.  Have I mentioned this is a tad scary to be packed-up with nowhere to go?  Our home now is bare-bones with only the empty larger pieces of furniture remaining in the house as they’re too heavy for us to move to the garage.  Shelves, drawers and nearly all cupboards are packed with only the essentials available, which means that at any point, we’re probably close to 98.5% ready to load a moving-truck and start the caravan north.  My husband’s final unemployment benefits arrive next week and our six-month safety-net will also be dried-up, which also will nearly empty our savings.  And there is nothing indicative that allows us to start creating an action-plan.  I think a typical person would be in the midst of a severe panic-attack and scared-to-death of our situation, but as the drop-date has hovered closer and even closer, God has given both of us a tremendous sense of peace.  The adage that ‘God meets you where you are’ has been confirmed over and over through this and more recently, even more consistently.  Yes, we’re clear that people think we’re ignorant and foolish for believing in an unseen God.  However,  understand that because God has already proven his faithfulness in healing my MS, in healing our marriage and providing an abundance of answers to prayer for family, not to mention providing significant guidance throughout the Bible(not that He needed to), combined with the fact that we are doing what we’re supposed to in seeking him and praying for answers, that we have no reason to doubt God’s promise to provide a break-through.  Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” 

We also believe that God has allowed my husband to remain unemployed so that we would have the time to get into more positive habits of daily devotions and prayer time together, of which we’ve taken full-advantage.   Our daily devotions and prayer time has further solidified our spiritual walks.  Now, if my husband played video games and did nothing of value each day, then there would be a problem having faith while doing nothing that promoted faith, but as that is not the case, we remain faithful in believing that God will soon provide the financial means to get us back to Washington, since it’s clear that’s where He’s guiding us since He has not opened a door to work in Nevada.  Each day we see daily email scripture subscriptions and at church every week, we hear a much-needed message that relates to waning faith, which is ultimately enough to help us stay the course and energize us to ‘keep the faith’ another day as we continue to trust in God.  Back when I was learning to trust in God, the following became my ‘go-to’ source of encouragement and still remains, Isaiah 40:31, “But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”  Trusting in God also means trusting in his timing.  God is never late and He is always, always on-time.   We have placed our trust in God about this entire situation and look forward to and are praying that God would be preparing us for whatever blessing is on the horizon.  


  

 

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