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Our baby update and other stuff 

We still have custody of Baby D.  She turned six-months a bit ago and we started giving her solids.  This child is a pig, disguised as a baby.  Lol.  No, really.  If her current length is indicitive of height as an adult, she’ll definitely be tall.  She smiles and laughs a lot with us and gets a lot of enjoyment from watching our resident critters.  In recent days, she’s started to look like she’s going to crawl, but then changes her mind to flop onto her tummy or turns onto her back.  Because I guess the effort to crawl is just too taxing for a six-month-old.  I’m not by any means trying to predict what the end outcome will be for the end-story of her living with us, but as we’ve watched Baby D thrive and her birth-mom refuse to get clean, things might be leaning toward Baby D becoming ours.  

We’ve had many changes in addition to Baby D joining our household mid-February.  In March, we said farewell to our elderly pup, Ming Foo.  Then early spring, after much prayer, God lead us to leave the church we attended the last three years and taught Sunday School to start-over at a new church.  We were having a rough time creating a network of friends we could depend on to mutually encourage in our faith and trade baby/child sitting.   Then in July, we had to say goodbye to another pet, our elder kitty, Hi-5, a polydactyl, who found us as an unclaimed stray in ’01. We’ve grieved all our pets, but his loss has been especially rough as he was the final pet in our original brood, that my husband and I adopted in our first home close to 20 years ago.  

You know I have MS, but something you don’t know is since roughly the beginning of this year, I’ve kept my eyes on all the available different/new MS treatments.  I’ve been doing injections since ’97, but I’m tired of injections.  I want something that doesn’t require a needle, but based on side-effects, I’m not ready to deal with the issues one of the pill options might give me. My neurologist calls it ‘needle fatigue’.  The first 15 years were daily injections, not including the weekly B-12 injections.  If my calculations are accurate, I’ve done nearly 8,000 injections to myself in the last 20 years.  It’s no wonder I’m tired of needles!   Not to mention all the lipoatrophy that’s become obvious as a result of the limited menu of injection sites available…  So, I’ve applied to be a candidate for a newer MS treatment.  We pray about pretty much everything and have been praying that this treatment will be approved.   This newer treatment has provided quite a bit of encouraging results.   It’s an IV treatment for five days, wait a year, do it again and that’s it.  As in no more MS related treatment IV’s and no more injections!  EVER!  Yay!  What an incredible blessing this could be!  

Being full-time mom for Baby D, settling into a new church, dealing with Baby D’s mom accosting me, losing pets, researching a new MS treatment, family related drama-for which I’ve been blamed and another sick pet have all contributed unwelcome stressors and I fell backward into white-knuckling everything once again, fearing everything.  As B and I were talking last night, more than anything, this compilation of stuff on my plate with no resources to whom I can reach-out for a little help, has made it very obvious, God has sustained me through all of it.  And the thing with Baby D’s mom getting in my face, God protected me through it because I recently found out, the mom’s record includes assaulting people.  Thank you, Lord for protecting me and therefore, us because Baby was just sitting behind me in her carrier, protected when that happened.  

He has a plan and I need not stress about anything: my life, Baby D, my husband, our pets, a new treatment, etc.  I’m hopeful, but I also must rest in his devine answers and timing.  

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Our world has been sufficiently rocked.

No, really.  Two months into the new year – by the way – tangent warning, I really hate resolutions – read last new year’s entry rant why I have never made a resolution because if I want to make changes, I just do it and do not require a calendar date to keep a countdown, keep me motivated or keep me accountable, etc.  What I did do was make a commitment to myself to become active again in addition to my existing regimen of weights and stationary biking.  I swam competitively through high school and college, but recently determined I’d do something different and start running. Because I could.  For years, I’ve been scared to try because of that whole stint in a wheelchair for five years, but got over myself and tried to run and guess what?!  I did.  My husband has always been my biggest and best cheerleader and talked me into being fitted for proper running shoes based on the correct support for our surrounding terrain.  I did get fitted, then researched price, ordered and as an added benefit, those running shoes are even the colors of my Seahawks!  Yay for me and GO HAWKS!!  But the colors were never even a real consideration.  So those new running shoes arrived and I initially wore them at the gym on the treadmill, assessed and was confident that I could in fact run.  I mapped out my running route in the neighborhood to start the following day and then God ripped the carpet from under me and said, “Jenn, I have other plans for you” when we received an unexpected call later that evening.

You might recall a previous post about a year ago that I finally shared with my husband the snapshots that I’d seen for the prior twelve plus months.  Remember?  After I shared that little tid-bit of info, B essentially sat me at the table with a bright light shining on me to question me and determine how serious I was,then after the FBI- style interrogation, he determined I was on the up and up because that’s how completely unexpected it was for B to hear me mention, “Well maybe we’re still here because we’re supposed to adopt a child.”  Eleven years ago, after the failed attempt to adopt a baby from China, when a year into the process we were declined to adopt because of my MS, the subject of children in our own home had become the topic of which we no longer spoke.  So imagine how unexpected the suggestion nearly a decade later…

As Christians we seek God’s will and pray for God’s prompting for major decisions, but with my ‘epiphany’ we were even more resolved to make sure that this vision was really from the Almighty.  The weeks following the ‘interrogation’ were filled with prayer and research and then in July 2015, we began the 10-week journey to become licensed for foster to adopt through the state.  In addition to a plethora of info, we obtained CPR/First Aid certifications,  reinstalled the pool-fencing, had two home-studies, installed the necessary magnet locks and fire-extinguishers, obtained a crib and the path was smooth-sailing, confirming yet another answer that what we were doing was indeed, God-led.

However, what had become disappointing after completing the class and list of tasks was the continued delay of getting licensed since our social worker had estimated that would happen before the new year, but we did not hear a thing for weeks later.  One of our class members had set up a closed social networking group that was created for our training class only.  Many of our class-members posted pictures of their newly acquired foster munchkins.  I may be kind of sort of admitting that the green monster had more than likely, undeniably and most definitely bit me.  Hard.  I’m blessed to have a spiritually strong husband with excellent discernment.  Most of the time I operate on logic, but there was nothing about this situation that ever spoke logic, so that overwhelming left-brain-ness went right impulsively emotional on me.  B helped me realize that the green monster’s name was “Obama” when I had this sense of missing out on my fair share, but once again my wise husband pointed out that this entire process was about stretching our faith in God’s timing by not taking control where those control-freak tendencies might have in the past.

Back to that unexpected call…  Our licensing social worker finally called in February that the center had received a baby.  A baby!?!  A baby.  A baby was never on my radar because those visions were always of a toddler.  But what then came to me was that our licensing SW said in class was that “adoption may not happen with your first placement…,” but I also thought this could be good experience for both of us.  B had those same thoughts, called the case worker, we asked many questions, after which we prayed and determined we’d pick-up that baby the following morning.   Talk about a world-rocking situation…   Most people have nine months to prepare for a newborn.  You know that whole thing of what to expect when you’re pregnant?  We had 12 hours.  But, here we are weeks later, very much operating as ships-passing-in-the night-zombie-mode, if that is a real condition.  We are sleep-deprived starved and ‘conversations’ have become limited to Neanderthal-like grunts and groans of exhaustion.  Lord, I apologize to any Neanderthals out there who read blogs, let alone have the wherewithal to take offense at my very tired sense of humor.

Next you might read about the monopoly of over-priced “Baby” targeted gear.

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I was mad at God…

I have been all over the place mentally and emotionally, therefore, my blogging has suffered severely for all you daily followers – wink, wink.  A couple of months ago, I was in the middle of being angry with God.  Nothing was immune from my long and increasing list of grievances toward God about… the distance from my family in WA, my husband’s health, my dad’s health as he fights cancer, my now late cat, my circumstances, well…everything.  But God is merciful and lead me back to being on track with him.  I am ashamed to admit that I was holding God to some very wrong and misguided performance based expectations – as in if I was being blessed, than I felt like I should spend time in prayer and reading my Bible, but there was nothing going-on in which I was thankful because I was stuck in my pit of despair.  But I am out of that now.  He has a plan for me and I just have to follow his lead.  And for this control-freak-extraordinaire, that is the most challenging because I want to be in charge.

I have to back-up a bit, but the history is necessary so back in January, I was at our small group and our group’s new Bible study had me almost immediately feeling very convicted and I was like, “Oh-no-you-di-n’t!” all the way home by myself because B had to work late, which was a good thing as I had time to think.  The next morning, the conviction hadn’t gone away though and I was like, “This is completely unacceptable.”  The Holy Spirit had convicted me of being apathetic and showed me I needed to volunteer at church.  At which point I joined our church’s cleaning team and also became a Sunday School Teacher.  And the squirming stopped and I had peace because I was obedient to God, but then at some point, I started thinking, “Since I’m doing this and this, You need to do somethings for me,” but God does not work like that and I already know this, but I was stuck in seeing so many things around me not go according to my plan.  But it’s not about and has never been about my plan.

I don’t even know where to pin-point when/how the anger started, but I do know there’s been some things following me around for a while  years because I never let-go of for example our failed adoption.  I heard something a while back to the effect that if I don’t let go of things that God has forgiven me for, it’s like re-crucifying Jesus again and again, which is like saying his forgiveness wasn’t good enough the first time.  So like confession, I was waiting for my sovereign God to confess to me his allowing our adoption to fail.  Pretty wacky, huh?  I finally came to the eye-opening conclusion years ago that the failed adoption was our own fault and I’ve also been working on not chastising myself repeatedly for stuff I’ve been forgiven.  In the middle of this, I began to recognize the snapshots that periodically and randomly appeared, but at the beginning of seeing those about a year ago, I quickly disregarded them and thought, “Where did that come from?”  But then a few weeks ago, B and I were chatting about his job and how moving back to WA is not even on the horizon as God has kept us here for a reason and then my next comment was so unexpected as it hadn’t even been something I thought about.  I said, “Maybe we’re still here to adopt a child.”  WHAT?!?  Even after I said that, I was confused, so I have to believe, it was God-led because after the attempted adoption seven years ago, that option was far from either of our thoughts.  But then B had a lot of questions about me thinking about this because again, this was far from being an option for either of us.

So, in FBI questioning-a suspect-style, B set-up a bright-light shining in my eyes at our dining room table, where he sat on the opposite side to interrogate me. Just kidding about the light, but his rapid-fire questions combined with my own somewhat confused answers were very much making both of us pause to reassess many things, but mainly that we both recognized that the failed adoption was our own fault – it didn’t make the failure hurt any less, but instead of following God’s lead seven years ago, we made the mistake of taking things into our own hands and never sought his guidance, which could’ve saved us a lot of grief and some savings.   In summary, after much prayer and conviction, we decided to try again, but we are not leading this charge.  God has his hands all over this because there is nothing about this situation that makes an ounce of sense, which I will address next time.

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Merry Christmas!


Yesterday, we made plans to visit Las Vegas’s hotels that display extravagant and beautiful Christmas decor.  We set a time to get-together with another couple (my husband’s pseudo-family), but we got distracted and failed to call the other couple in a timely fashion to let them know we were running late.  My  husband asked me to call and warned that there’d be “drama.”  I called and apologized and laughed explaining that we didn’t realize it was so late, but before I could even finish an apology, the wife interrupted by unleashing a tirade about ruining their day, ruining their plans, etc., then hung up on me.  Wow!  Silly me, because I thought the practice of hanging up on someone, was, “So junior high!” but this retired woman is nearly a half of a century late for bringing-back the immature behavior.  

But……. that wasn’t the first time.  About eighteen months ago, the wife (very much a stranger at the time) pulled the same stunt, yelling at me, unleashing her verbal venom that began when I returned her call.  Her prior message neither indicated it was urgent or life-threatening, so when I did call her back within a couple of days, she began her tirade with, “You’re so selfish, Jennifer for not calling sooner, you’ve always been selfish and it’s no wonder why people think you’re selfish.”  Clearly, she has control issues in that she does not maintain any effective filters or maintain self-control or consideration for the damage she causes during her rantings.  Bless her daughter-in-law who explained that they take the high-road because it costs to much to be involved when the wife is mid-metamorphosis into Wifezilla.  No wonder they limit their contact!  We’re not even actual family, so my guess is that everyone gets their “fair-share” of the woe-man’s mean-streak.    

Return to present when my husband heard yesterday’s call because it was on speaker.  He got an angry message from the husband shortly after Wifezilla ranted at me and said he’d wait a day to call.  The whole thing should not have been a “thing,” but the way she yelled and spewed, one might think that the world ended.  Good grief – it was a plan to see some Christmas lights!  I received a call this morning from the husband, saw who on caller ID, but before I answered, I prayed and asked God over and over to allow cooler heads to prevail.  I was never angry, just a little irritated that this was even an issue in the first place.  Our call was friendly and he said they’d cooled off (thank you, Lord) and when he paused, I took the opportunity to express that our intent was never to “ruin everyone’s day,” we were distracted, I was sorry for not calling sooner and that I hoped we can all get past this.  I am thankful that the husband called and used clear thinking in this situation because Wife’s habit of dramatic histrionics is over-the-top and unnecessary.   

I place emphasis on the point to avoid getting caught up in irrelevant, nonsensical situations like this.  I learned from various experience in the past, that stress is very much a catapult to an MS retrogression.  Once I learned to not allow various stress triggers into my thought-patterns and over-all-life, my health improved.  It became simple to “not play a culprit’s game.”  Yesterday, when I didn’t react to the  woe-man’s theatrics, I did myself a favor and at the same time, I did not give in to the not-so-enticing temptation that Satan dangled before me, and therefore honored God.  I did take the high road and that isn’t to praise my own self-control, but to convey the necessity of recognizing one’s stress-triggers.  Learning to recognize and control these triggers by walking away from them or choosing to NOT engage in them, is essential especially for family / friend gatherings.  Remember gatherings are supposed to be celebratory and by giving in to engaging in nonsense, we take attention away from the focal point.  

Because I am away from my family in Washington through 2013’s holidays, I am so grateful for the years and years of family birthdays, Thanksgivings and Christmases.   I miss my family terribly and I think because of this silly situation, I am even more sensitive to NOT allowing irrelevant crap take the spotlight from the reason for the season.  A few days ago, I wrote the entry “Filterless.”  Today’s entry piggy-backed on “Filterless.”   Appreciate and love your families to the fullest.  Don’t miss an occasion to share that you love your families and friends and don’t waste the opportunity to apologize if needed as there may not be another opportunity to do so.  Thank you for reading.  Have a very Merry Christmas!          

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Filterless: an act of failing to use courtesy or common sense in conversation

I’ve missed writing the last few weeks, but my absence gave me a much-needed opportunity to reevaluate my blog as I’ve continued reading several that I follow.  Most blogs are treated as an appropriate means of communicating information, ideas or suggestions, recipes, life, or health challenges, etc. and I want to applaud those who successfully maintain their blogs with consistent posts and varied topics. The past weeks I’ve been discouraged, unmotivated to write and actively trying to understand what has been pressing on me about my blog.  When something is unclear or “bugging” me, I address it in prayer and ask God to reveal to me whatever “it” is and God will often cause me to think of something in a direction where my mind was not even going or cause me to recognize something about myself or something I should pray for family or friends in the midst of my daily activities.   I was focused on blogging about MS, but it’s obvious I must steer this in another direction because I want to be a source of encouragement, but there is only so much I can address without sounding like “Debbie Downer,” so now I’ll add life observations, situations, challenges how my faith makes a difference in approaching those factors.      

In reading other blogs, I have a concern with reader responses and more specifically blog-following individuals who fail to use or recognize their pre-existing Common Sense Filter prior to responding to a blogger’s post.  A friend’s blog addressed her struggles with her children who both have autism and somehow a reader thought they had the “right” to stand in superior judgement of why it’s my friend’s fault that her kids have autism.  Really?  Yes.  This foolish person had the audacity to blame my friend for her children’s autism, but it was humbling to see this “expert” had the time to preach and condemn my friend!  My hope is that last statement in Italics reeked of my second language, sarcasm, in which I am exceptionally fluent and when life provides a plethora of material for me to work with, it’d be a shame to waste my “gift.”  

To the autism expert, if my friend is that lacking in your obviously perfected level of parenting autistic children, you might consider offering helpful suggestions rather than judgement.  In John 8, Jesus sees a massive crowd looking to stone a woman for adultery and the crowd is essentially waiting for Jesus’s permission to begin stoning the woman, when instead, he says to the crowd who are ready with rocks in hand, “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”   The crowd dispersed and when only the woman and Jesus remained, He said to her, “Neither will I condemn you.  Go and sin no more.”  


The parallel is that it is so easy for strangers like you to anonymously respond and judge, without any clue as to how life could be living with any number of life-altering conditions like autism.  Please consider that parenting is challenging enough on its own, so I can only imagine how even more challenging to add a disability to the equation and then also challenging are hecklers like you only screaming, “You’re doing it wrong!!,” instead of offering helpful guidance.  Parenting is an ongoing learning process.  Remember the saying, “You catch flies better with honey than vinegar.”  Perhaps in the future, you should research, write a draft but don’t post it, read it a day or two later, take your own inventory and reflect on whether the immaturity, judgmental and hurtful rhetoric was necessary opposed to the help that you clearly failed to convey.  I suspect, during that time of reflection, your eyes may be opened and that is where the Common Sense Filter kicks in and instead of posting another harshly inappropriate response, you hit delete. 

I hope that you recognize your response to my friend was unquestionably out of line.  That said, I’ve finally arrived at my point for this post about grace, which is to show mercy, favor.  God shows us grace on a daily basis and because of that, I believe that you responded emotionally, instead of rationally.  That is grace.  You did nothing to offend me personally, but because I saw that there was that missing element of common sense for you, I hope you’ll apologize to my friend, although forgiveness actually requires no confession from you in order for her to forgive you.  My prayer is that she will forgive and never give your actions another thought.  Grace.   The exercise of love, kindness, mercy or serve another.  


I had an experience at a party.  An individual asked me a question that ranked in tackiness up there with, “How much money do you make?”  I was shocked that they obviously felt like the question was appropriate to ask a stranger, let alone okay to ask at all.  There was zero hesitation or “filter” on their part.  The next morning, as I considered the question, I was reminded of another experience while in our home-town, in a small group.  I was a stranger in a group of believers.  Being new, I shared my testimony.  Testimonies are personal and are never debatable because they are so personal and involve personal experiences or events that ultimately lead individuals to make the choice to follow Christ.   

One individual saw my testimony as opportunity to anoint themselves as my judge and jury.  The individual was immature and even more immature in their  faith.  Not one person questioned them when sharing their own testimony that included failed marriage, but apparently like myself, there are many who value their Common Sense Filters that may prevent them from saying something inappropriate.   I forgave the individual’s ignorance, but I’m ashamed to admit that nearly ten years later with the recent situation and being asked such a personal question, I felt on the defensive.  I replied, “Enough.”   That feeling was from the enemy because I had no reason to feel protective or defensive.  However, the individual accepted the enemy’s temptation to be a nosy-Nellie and I gave them grace.  The following morning, I told my husband what this person asked and my husband said, “That was very inappropriate, but that’s where we have to give them grace.”   I am in no way patting myself on the back because I am also a work in progress on the road of following Christ.  Instead of responding to them in an equally rude way, I gave the person grace in a brief response, but have also kept them consistently in prayer because the individual is immature, but more important, they are a newer believer and my actions may be influential.  Grace.     

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