Monday, September 18, 2017

How To Encourage New Parents


My husband and I were at church recently. I was sitting in our usual spot, with Flynn in my lap and Justin standing right behind the pew. We were just talking a little bit before Justin needed to get his saxophone out to play for the song service. Another member walked over to where we were and said, "Let me look at this wide eyed guy", referring to Flynn, and then said to Justin, in a joking manner "I am not going to talk to you, you don't matter anymore, its all about the baby".

It was a harmless joke really. But, I got to thinking about it.

That "joke" is kind of true.

People no longer ask how we (my husband and I) are doing, or even say hello to us at times. I mean, I genuinely cannot remember the last time some one said hello to me, or asked about how Justin and I are doing first. Flynn is always talked to first. They always say hello, and ask him how he is doing.

Never mind the fact he is 7 months old and cannot utter a word. And I am the one standing there holding him...

And it is not just us. I have noticed it with other new parents in my circle. And society as a whole.

New dads and moms don't really get any attention or interaction. Or maybe not as much as before they became parents.

And I cannot blame people for being eager to interact with a new baby, or young children. I mean, they are precious, adorable, and so sweetly innocent. Just BEGGING to be oooed... and ahhhed... over.

Especially mine. I am pretty sure he is the cutest baby ever created... ;)


But, babies, while precious and adorable require A LOT of work and even more sacrifice. And guess who is doing all that work and sacrifice?

Daddy and mommy.



Babies and children the majority of the time are well taken care of. Even when their health is compromised, they have the best of care coming from daddy and mommy.

In the form of not sleeping to feed and change said baby. Walking them hours on end to help the colicky one sleep. Comforting them when they feel bad or scared. Going through the constant mental toll of realizing you have been put in charge of a human soul, straight from the LORD Himself.

Kind of a scary fact to think about at times...

If any body needs to be asked how they are doing, or ooohed and ahhhed over. Its parents all over this world.

This job ain't easy. Yes, it is soooo... blessed. But with great blessing comes an even greater responsibility.



A responsibility that require enormous sacrifice and dying to one self EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY. (a responsibility I prayed for and am so beyond blessed and thankful to have)


If there is one piece of advice I could give to anyone (talking to myself here too...) on how to encourage new parents, it would be to genuinely ask how THEY are doing BEFORE the baby.

Maybe even offer a wee bit of praise or a tiny word of encouragement for only sleeping 4 hours last night.

But then don't be surprised if they fall over dead with shock, or stammer or blankly stare at you in their sleep deprived, mentally drained state. :D 

 But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,” that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. Hebrews 3:13
 
 Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing
1 Thessalonians 5:11
 
As a new parent, what has someone done to encourage you? Or even if you are not a parent, what has been the best form of simple encouragement to come on some of your hardest days?

Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel

Friday, September 15, 2017

Celebrating the End of One Chapter, and the Beginning of Another

Flynn's "Why on earth are we taking selfies at 7am" face...

On this day two year ago, I completed 3 cycles of BEP chemo for a stage 1a, grade 3 immature teratoma (ovarian cancer).

Words can never convey how happy I was to be done with that chapter of my life. I had been through almost 3 months of the worst nausea, fatigue, and fear of the future you can imagine.

So of course, a celebration was in order for getting through it, right?

I remember that last day, and the same chemo nurse who had been there to administer the drugs to me that terrifying first day, asking me and Justin how we were going to celebrate.

Up to that point we had not talked of celebrating. We were in survival mode. As I knew I would still be sick for quite a while after that last day.

But I began to think about it. And after the nurse walked away, a place popped into my head. Bryson City, NC. The same town and cabin we had stayed at during our honey moon 2 years prior.

I told Justin about it, and said, I wanna go back.

And he said we would.

It took us almost 2 years later. And to be honest, it was a complete surprise when Justin came to me in July this year and asked if I wanted to know what my birthday present was. And then proceeded to tell me we were FINALLY going back to Bryson City. To stay in that little cabin called Acorn Bend.


And what a beautiful stay it was...



I could not help but think of how much has changed and how much has happened in our lives since that stay in April of 2013.


 The week we started our marriage.



We had gone through SOOO... much in those four years. Adjusting to marriage, a cancer battle, problems with depression, having a baby, and just LIFE.


Fontana Dam

Fontana Lake


It was the perfect way to not only celebrate the end of one chapter, but to rejoice in the beginning of another.


 








"May I never forget the good things HE has done for me."
Psalm 103:2
 

Have there been any exciting celebrations of the LORD's good work in your life? Whether they be a big bowl of ice cream or maybe a trip?
 
Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel

Saturday, September 2, 2017

My Rainbow After A Storm


For those of you that may be new this blog, two years ago this past June, after "trying" for over a year to become pregnant, I walked into a doctors office for a routine exam, and came out after being told I may have cancer.

Two weeks after that appointment, I had an operation done that confirmed I did have ovarian cancer, and one of my ovaries was removed, and 3 cycles of high dose BEP chemo was started immediately.

Praise the LORD, the cancer was found very early, and removed during the surgery. Chemo was administered to ensure the cells would not regrow back, as they tend to do in the type of cancer (grade 3 immature teratoma) I had.

And I am now cancer free.

To be told you have cancer is devastating. It is made out to be the worst thing that can happen to you in this society. Although I could think of much worse things to go through... ;)

But the most devastating thing for me was hearing how my chance of becoming a mommy was lessened.

I wanted for so long to become a mommy. It was something I prayed for daily.


And here I was being told I might not ever get that chance.

But...

Our GOD is greater. And HE had a much bigger plan.

Because statistics do not affect HIM in HIS work.
 
 
Seven months after the completion of my chemotherapy, I felt GOD's leading to take a pregnancy test.

And it was only by HIS leading that I did that day. I had given up ever taking one again for fear of disappointment.

And I will never forget that moment in time. Where two little pink lines showed up. On not one. Not two. But three tests.

I couldn't be too careful, could I? :D

Our GOD is great, and ever to be praised!
 

HE answered my prayer, in HIS perfect timing.

HE brought a rainbow after a VERY LONG, DIFFICULT storm.

And although this rainbow is a challenge to see some days...
 

 It is always there reminding me of the LORD's mercy and grace, and HIS great power.

 
"And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. "
1 Peter 5:10

What rainbow after a storm has the LORD brought you? What has that rainbow taught you about the LORD?

Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel

Sunday, August 27, 2017

So Hard and Scary, But Much More Blessed


Right now I am sitting in my favorite comfy chair in my living room. I have a tall cup of hot coffee beside me, and I hear my hubby keeping our wee one occupied in the other end of the house.

So, long time no blog. I have not intended on taking such a long break in blogging. For I dearly love this little corner of the world, and had every intention of coming back to blogging regularly after things had settled down from our little Flynn's arrival.

But, truth be told, things have not settled down much since his arrival. In fact life has been more busy and unpredictable than ever. That's motherhood though.

Motherhood:
The busiest, scariest hood you will EVER walk through.
But one of the most blessed, sacred places you will ever get to visit.

Before you become a mother, you have so many dreams of what your days will look like. Or at least I did.

I pictured a mostly quiet little baby, sometimes fussy, but ready and eager to be worn in my sling all day, and me feeling blissfully happy all the time.

I envisioned me being able to keep my house spotless and all parts of my life well organized.

Yes, I knew it would be hard and not perfect all the time. But the kind of hard this has been, I could never picture.

I could not picture postpartum depression clouding the first 5 months, and it still haunting me.



I could not picture a baby with serious food allergies that have caused him to spend 90 percent (no exaggeration whatsoever) of his awake hours fussing and screaming from the discomfort of head to toe breakouts.


And with that me having to give up any form of wheat, dairy, eggs, soy, sesame seeds, almonds, and even my beloved peanut butter so I can continue to nurse him.


The past five months been a time of sacrificing and growing and learning and letting go of ALL my high expectations. It has been a time of adapting to all of the hard parts.

Including having to restart this post who knows how many times because my wee babe is not very content to chill on his own. ;)

And humility. Boy does your pride get knocked to the ground as a new mom...

Every idea of life with a baby I had, has had to be thrown out the window and into the wind. :)

And that has been hard for me. Especially since I tend to be the kind to hold tightly to my "dreams" and tend to become saddened when they do not turn out as I so longed for.

It has been a season of rearranging my priorities and hopes. And learning to cope better when it does get hard.


And I can finally say that the past few weeks have been better for me in that area.

Do I have a happy, joyful attitude when I look at that mountain of needed to be folded laundry that has been marinating on my couch for 4 days?

Ummm... Not quite always...

Am I to the point I can easily not get frustrated when I do have to stop trying to clean or blog or sew or attempt any sort of a creative endeavor after the billionth time my baby has woke up earlier than I hoped?

Not exactly.

Can I be calm when he has woke up EVERY hour from 12 am on.

You can ask my husband about that one... ;)

I do not know that I will ever come to the point of complete peace and calm with any of those all the time.

But I am learning more to lean on the LORD during those times I get so frustrated and tired. And accept that great grace HE bestows on us during our bad times.



Yes, it is sooo... hard and scary this motherhood thing.


But it is sooo... much more blessed.






And I can praise the LORD for that fact.

What has surprised you the most about motherhood?

Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

That Time I Got An Epidural After Labor: Part Two of Flynns Birth Story



I had been in the birth pool for about an hour in the grips of hard labor. I survived transition and pushing began.

At first, I did not have the urge to push. There was a few minute or so lull after that loud grunt growl thing that came out, with no contractions. And to be honest, it scared me that labor had stalled. I had forgotten that there can be a few minute break between transition and pushing.

I remember hearing my midwife asking that if I felt like it, to push in the next contraction. And so I did.

And I kept on pushing several more times in the pool. On my knees and while squatting.

And the entire time I remember thinking, this was never going to end. It can't be getting close. I am going to be doing this for eternity... :D

Justin says I had been in the tub for as long as the midwife felt it was safe for me to be in at one time. And I was told I needed to get out. But I do not remember getting out of the pool.

I do remember the urges to push after being out, and having to drop into a squat several times between where the pool was, and our bedroom where everything was set up for me to deliver.

I got to the bedroom and once again had to drop to a squat. But as much as I wanted to give birth in a squatting position, I did not have the strength, and I had to lay and push in a semi reclined position on the bed.

I have heard some say they enjoyed the pushing stage the best, as it is more active. I can't say that I enjoyed it more. It's not that I hated being in labor in either stage. As a matter of fact, even in all the pain I can remember just praising GOD for the opportunity to give birth. I just remember how each time I pushed that I was sure I was going to pop a blood vessel in my head and die right then and there. (Justin relayed he feared the same thing for me...)

I pushed for a few more times, and the midwife said she could see the baby, and asked if I wanted to see him via mirror. Initially I said no as I just wanted to focus. But then they got the mirror out and I was able to see his little face all squished.

The midwife said he was right there and to hold off on the pushing so things could stretch. I was then given the green light and with one last effort, he slid from my body.

I will never forget that feeling of when I realized it was all over. There was so much relief. In an instant the pain was gone and my sweet babe was placed on my belly at 8:59 pm.

While my baby was being cleaned up by the assistant on the bed beside me, the midwife began to check me over. She looked and said their appeared to be some tearing. And upon looking closer, she told me I needed to be transferred to the hospital right away, as the tearing I had could not be repaired by her.

The few weeks before giving birth, the LORD had been working in my heart. And now I know it was for this moment. The LORD had been showing me I need to trust HIM and not worry about my birth, as I had been doing so badly. I had come to the point of complete trust and peace in allowing HIM to write my story. And even though going to the hospital was the last thing on this earth I wanted, I felt peaceful at that moment in going.

So instead of cleaning up and snuggling in my cozy house, I was immediately loaded into our Jeep to go to a hospital. Instead of cuddling and bonding with my baby and hubby, I held my baby's hand while he was in his car seat, with me in the front, and my hubby driving.

We arrived at the hospital, and I was wheel chaired inside up to the labor and delivery floor. I do not remember if I held Flynn while being wheeled up. The midwife was with me as Justin was parking the vehicle. I do remember getting into the room and the swarm of people that were in there. It seems that initially they were more concerned about Flynn than me. And even asked if I wanted him admitted. To which I answered NO. ;)

I was placed in bed, Flynn was handed to Justin once he came up, and the swarm began to examine me. And at this moment I was in MAJOR pain  ( I did not feel that much before, just discomfort), as the post birth adrenaline was wearing off.

While being examined, and basically having some major wounds ripped back open, a doctor came in while I was already screaming from pain and introduced himself so calmly. To which I immediately yelled back "I DO NOT CARE WHO YOU ARE!". I regretted yelling that right after. I was just hurting SO bad at the moment...

Then came the heartbreaking news. I was told that I had not only third degree tearing, but the birth canal also had 2 tears going up the side walls, exposing my insides. I was going to have to have an operation to repair me asap.

I was devastated to say the least. I was going to have to be taken away from my baby, and wheeled into an operating room, be given an epidural after going through days of labor, and maybe 10 hours of sleep in three days. Trust me, this was only the beginning of MANY days of crying.

One way the LORD blessed me in this situation was allowing the operating room to be occupied for a time. That allowed me to be given time for some skin to skin, and to begin nursing my baby. It also gave time for my mom to come to the hospital to help Justin, as he would be the one taking care of Flynn, and he was almost as exhausted as I was after not leaving my side during my entire labor.

The operation started around 1 or 2 on Tuesday morning, and lasted a little over 2 hours. I basically had to have an entire reconstruction down there...

I was made to stay in the hospital for all of Tuesday and Tuesday night, into midday Wednesday. It was a terrible stay in the hospital. I was not treated with much respect. And we think it was because of the fact I had a homebirth, and they acted as if that is what caused me to be in this situation.

I was rarely checked on, and when I asked if could have someone help me clean up a little (I was in a pretty gross state at that point...), I was told yes, only to ask again in a few hours and to be told I was forgotten about.

And when a nurse or doctor did come in, they would reiterate how much pain I must be in. But not give me the pain meds when the time came.

And to top it off, a nurse assistant came in at one point and said she heard the baby crying, and went on to share in an irritated manner how she did not like to hear a baby crying...

None of this helped me a bit. And I am pretty sure it was what helped to contribute to my major Postpartum Depression.

I began to mourn not having that time at home to bond right after the birth of my baby. That time that makes homebirth so special. I also began to mourn the fact that I could not take care of Flynn beyond nursing him, as I could walk no further than the bathroom for that first week.

And I also began to feel guilt. That it was my fault that the tearing happened. I thought I should have been able to prevent this.

Maybe I should not have tried to start labor. Maybe we called the midwife too early, and we were rushed and made rash decisions. Maybe I should have tried to give birth in the squat position. Maybe I should not have pushed when I did...

There were so many moments of hysterical crying that first week. And even times where my body would feel as if it was shutting down and I was going to pass out.

On the Saturday following Flynn's birth, the midwife assistant came to check in on us, and I relayed my feelings.

I was reassured, that after such a traumatic experience, and with my hormones out of whack, what I was feeling was to be expected. She suggested that Justin get to work immediately on drying my placenta, and getting it encapsulated.

And after taking the placenta pills on that Sunday afternoon, and a lot of prayer, I started to feel a bit normal again. (I am all for taking those placenta, aka "happy pills" now...)

And for a few minutes I was even able to get up and about the house, and even take a few pics as a new family.





It has been a long, humbling recovery. I was forced to let a lot of my pride go, and let others in my family step in to share in the work load. I was not able to get up much for two weeks. And so my mom was at my house every day, changing Flynn, washing laundry, and cleaning my house while Justin went to work. And when Justin got home, he stepped in to help for the evenings.

I can now praise the LORD that the past two or three weeks have been my best, with no pain, fairly level emotions, and me even getting back to exercising a little.

But I still feel guilt at times. And writing this out, and relieving those moments have not been easy. But slowly and surely, GOD is healing my heart, and reminding me of all the little and big blessings (hello, my baby was born healthy as can be, and has been a champion nurser from the get go), and all of HIS goodness and mercy that was shown during my not so ideal birth story.

No my birth story is not how I would have written it. But I know GOD wrote it out, and despite the pain, it is a good one.

And in case you are wondering, no this does not scare me from wanting another baby. In fact, I still want ten... :D

Was you birth story how you would have written it? What did GOD teach you during that time? How did HIS goodness shine through?

Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Flynn's Birth Story, Part 1: Labor

Foreword:
I want to be honest. My birth story has been very difficult for me to share. Some complications that occurred during delivery and the days following, left me with some trauma. That trauma led to some depression and unnecessary self guilt. But I believe it is time to let healing take place, and so it is time to share.

This post will be split into two parts, as there is so much to it.

Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.
Proverbs 19:21

For as long as I can remember, I have had an interest and passion for learning all that I could about pregnancy and birth. And way before a husband was even in my future, I had my entire pregnancy and birth planned out.

I would be super healthy through my pregnancy, with no complications. I would give birth at home, with no meds, or interventions. It would be swift, because naturally I would be completely relaxed and we all have heard how relaxation is the key to a quick delivery. And of course I would have perfect post birth bliss, full of uninterrupted bonding time in my own home, with my new baby and hubby.

But, as with many things in life, GOD had another plan.

For the most part, my pregnancy was fairly easy, with no major complications. After the first trimester my energy returned and most days I felt normal and healthy. I was even able to exercise up until one week before labor. And the only reason I stopped at that point was because I was put on modified bed rest due to high blood pressure.

Which I am fairly certain was attributed to how after I had one high reading at the midwifes office, I was so nervous and anxious each time it was checked there. (It ran normal when I checked at home...)

So, I feel blessed that turned out the way that it did.

As for how my labor and delivery turned out, it went a wee bit (okay a lot more) differently than I had planned...

My due date was February 2nd. And at forty weeks, I knew the countdown was on for me to be able to give birth at home in NC.

The next few days went by, with no signs of labor and I had another appointment with the midwife. She told me to start some natural induction techniques at home. Starting with lots of time with the hubby, pineapple galore, and spicy food. And if that did not work by the start of 41 weeks, to begin using a breast pump to try and get things going. And then if that did not work by 41 and 5 days, to start castor oil.

Forty one weeks came, and still no sign of labor. Instead of starting the pump on that day, we decided to wait a day or two to see what would happen.

The next day I began to experience some light, but not regular contractions. They stopped by the evening. So, we began with the pump that evening to see if we could get things going.

The next morning I experienced some bloody show, and contacted the midwife who instructed me to try out the pump again and see what happened. After a morning of that, I began to experience contractions at about 10 minutes apart, with that continuing into the night.

It was Sunday morning at that point and with contractions being still at about 7-10 minutes apart and painful as they were, church was skipped that day. Through the entire day the contractions continued and began to come closer together, and longer in duration.

By that Sunday evening they had gone to about 6 minutes apart. And by that time, it took quite a bit of concentration to remain relaxed through them.

In order to keep things going I kept changing up positions. I bounced on the birth ball, laid in bed, walked around the house, and spent a good bit of time in the shower.

Bouncing away on the birth ball, with a blanket on my lap, as I would be freezing in between rushes

And to help me cope, I had my hubby sing hymns and read scripture through each contraction to help me not to focus on the pain.

Things continued just like that, with the contractions continuing to grow closer.

By 5am Monday morning, we contacted the midwife and informed her they were about 4 minutes apart, and I began to have to use every bit of my focus to work through them.

The midwife and her assistant arrived that morning around 7. But low and behold, not long before she arrived, they spaced out and began to not be as intense.

She examined me at that point and said I was between 4 and 5 centimeters dilated. We talked and agreed to for her to strip my membrane, and begin some homeopathics to help things get back going again.

I really did not want any sort of intervention, but we knew this was a wise decision given how tired I was getting and how long this had been going on already.

Within an hour or so of the membrane stripping, and homeopathics, contractions picked right back up at between 3 and 4 minutes apart. And finally to about 2 minutes apart late in the afternoon. And it continued like that all day.

I always thought I would be able to easily relax during labor. But there is no amount of preparation you can make to deal with that sort of work.


Thankfully though, I had a rock star of a hubby who was by my side every second of it praying and singing, encouraging, and helping me work through the rushes.



What began to discourage me through the entire process is how tired I was, and how much I just wanted to sleep. I have always been one who needs a ton of sleep, and not having much the days prior, I was struggling...

By around 6 or 7 that evening, I was checked again and was only 7 centimeters dilated. I was offered to have my water broke, and we accepted due to how exhausted I was becoming.

I was then allowed to get into the tub. I was initially excited about the tub,( and I think I ran to it...) but thinking back now, I don't know that I cared too much for it. Yes it helped to relax me between rushes, as during this entire time I would just start shivering and feel SO COLD between them. But during a rush, I would get SO HOT. And being in warm water just did not feel like the best thing when I was already burning up.


Contractions began to be so close after getting in the tub, it felt as if there was no break. During this point I was sure it was never going to end, and I would eternally be in labor. ;) And feelings of self doubt began to crowd in.

Which, hello, I knew that point would come, as that is transition, and the most intense part of labor. But I just could not recognize it at that moment.

I remember screaming at Justin I could not do this, and him looking at me and saying that I could, and that it was not much longer before I would see my baby.


And then I heard myself make a sound. I had been making quite A LOT of noise the whole time, but this one was different. It was a deep, guttural noise from within, and I remembered how in all the birth stories I have read, most of the women remember making this deep grunt and how not long after, the baby came.

And not long after, I felt the urge to push.

But, that is all I am going to share for now as my sweet baby is announcing his hunger, and this post is getting very long... :)

Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel

Monday, March 13, 2017

Baby Flynn Is Here

Well, you can pretty much gather the reason for my absence here in these few pics...
 
Ian Flynn
Born February13th, 2017
8:59 pm
8lbs.
21 1/2 inches long 
 
1 Day Old
 
 
1 Month Old
 Oh, how he has stolen my heart...
 

 
Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel

Friday, January 27, 2017

Savoring These Precious Moments

 

There are two questions I get quite a bit, as I enter the last few weeks of pregnancy.

One, "How much longer?".

To which I answer, I do not know or soon, as I really do not know. I do not believe in due dates. A baby will come when they are good and ready, and I will not guess as to that time. (My motto with that, is "A baby is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to".)

Two, "Am I anxious or 'over' being pregnant yet?"

And that answer, to everyone's great surprise is no.

No, I am not "done" or "tired" of being pregnant.

No, I do not feel anxious.
 

I feel calm. And peaceful. And grateful.


Yes, I really miss boundless energy.

Yes, I miss being able to fit into any article of clothing in my closet.


Yes, I miss not having to run to the bathroom every 15 minutes.

Yes, I miss how rolling out of bed was not like being a bug stuck on its back and unable to figure out how in the world to turn over. ;)

And I REALLY, REALLY miss running and deadlifts. :)

And of course coffee whenever I feel like it.
 

But I would not change or rush these last days of my sweet babe being safe in my womb, for any comfort in this world.

As I wait for him to be brought earthside, I am savoring these moments the LORD has given me.

I have wanted to be pregnant for a long time. And to experience childbirth first hand.

Remembering that fact, why in the world then, would I want to rush an answered prayer?

I am savoring these days.

My GOD has heard my cry, and given me this child, and these moments of feeling him wiggling and stretching within. And I LOVE it.
 

Yes, I eagerly look forward to the day when I see his precious face, hold him close, and hear him cry for the first time.

But for now, I will savor these precious quiet moments, and praise the LORD for each stretch, kick, and bug stuck on its back moments. :D
 

Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.
 
Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand.
 
Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
 
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
 
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
 
Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.
 
 10 But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly, that now at the last your care of me hath flourished again; wherein ye were also careful, but ye lacked opportunity.
 
11 Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
 
12 I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.
 
13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Philippians 4:4-13
 
What stage of life are you in right now? Do you feel content, or the need to rush it along?
 
Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
Angel