28

Sometimes life takes a sharp, unexpected turn to a place you never expect. It punches you simultaneously in the face and the gut and it is heart wrenching and awful... especially since you really cannot talk about it (or especially blog about).

 

But regardless of such things, life does continue moving forward. Birthdays happen even in the hardest of times and sometimes you just have to put on a sombrero and smile with whipped cream on your nose.

 

I was super fortunate to spend the weekend with my parents in their new house only a few hours away (2 and a half as opposed to the 7 it used to be). I got my nails done with my mom, and went out for Mexican food, and had home made birthday cake. So when you have all that, you really cannot complain.

 

Especially when you realize the restaurant your parents take you too habitually shove that pile of whipped cream in your face on your birthday and you learn sitting inside a booth is the only thing that saved you from that fate... a bit on your nose is totally ok.

 

And it is even better when your Dad agrees to wear the sombrero for a bit.

 

 

We spent time in the pool (salt water!) and the Dup absolutely loved it. If we were in, she had to be in as well, regardless of how tired she was.

 

Sunday I went to church for the first time since before my miscarriage. It helped. It seemed like the priest knew I was there and his homily was so direct to my heart and situation. There are no coincidences was part of the message. He also talked about Stephen Colbert (of all things, as well as JRR Tolkein) who lost his two brothers and father in a plane crash when he was eight years old, which I did not know. Colbert was quoted in an article saying "What she [his mother] taught me is that the deliverance God offers you from pain is not no pain—it’s that the pain is actually a gift." 

 

Pain is a gift. What a powerful message. Thank you.

 

Sunday night we had cake and presents before having to head back home since Ryan had work Monday.

But today I am 28 officially. I am at work, grateful for coworkers who come in on their day off to bring you Dunkin Donuts (thank you Lauren!) and for friends and family blowing up my phone and Facebook to wish me a Happy Birthday.

 

Life will keep moving forward.... just send some good thoughts/prayers my way if you can spare them please. And thank you Lord for another trip around the sun.

End of the World... Again?

I have done a post about the world ending before... you can read it here if you like. Ryan and I have had long talks over this before over glasses of wine out on our front steps.

Then yesterday I saw the article about the world ending (again) tomorrow. When Ryan and I talk about it, it usually freaks me out, but this time I just really had to roll my eyes. People giving away their savings, standing on street corners predicting the end of days, shrugging that they will not meet their unborn child who is due May 27th... it is insane! My dad has been sending me funny emails all day. Like this one titled, "You don't have to go to church on Sunday":



And one about an athiest who set up a pet insurance policy. Why? He and his athiest friends will come to believers' houses after the 'rapture' and take care of your dog/cat/parakeet/goldfish until the official end of the world in October. And people are doing it! These people want to make sure their pets left behind are well cared for until the Earth succumbs to fire and flame. Then it doesn't matter since animals don't go to heaven (something I personally cannot believe). What is going to happen on May 22, 2011 when all these people wake up and are still here? Heck, even at 6:01pm on the 21st? Apparently at 6pm a massive earthquake is supposed to start and then spread across the world until the whole Earth is trembling. Even before it is 6pm here they will know that from New Zealand to Asia to Europe nothing happened.

Hopefully no one gets offended by this post, I am just ranting and raving. I am religious, and I do respect other people and their religions, I promise. But this is getting ridiculous. I will leave this post off with this...

"No one knows about that day or hour, nor even the angels in heaven, nor the son, but only the Father." (Matthew 24:36, NIV).

"But of that day and hour knoweth on man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only." (KJV)

"But as for that day and hour no one knows it — not even the angels in heaven — except the Father alone." (NET Bible) Mark 13:32

Enjoy your weekends. Hopefully we will all pass through unscathed... otherwise I shall see you all on the other side. Or Monday. Whatever comes first.