One: Jason is in Bolivia with Compassion International. No, he is not a Compassion blogger, he is the boss of many of the projects they are currently visiting. BUT, I am hoping that he'll "blog", (and I use that term loosely when it comes to my hubby who speaks but 100 words a day), at the least some photos from his adventures...I won't even expect captions...so don't you, either. He did post some on Facebook, but hopefully Noah's blog will come to you from Bolivia at some point this week.
Two: Just as I did with our group grief counseling, I will share my counseling experiences here to encourage others on similar journeys. For accountability sake, my first appointment is Tuesday, March 23rd at 9:00. It'll pretty much go like this: "So, I have 6 free sessions...not looking to extend that...let's cut to the chase...I got problems..."
Three: Not sure if I mentioned this here or not, but I put The Well Radio Show, my weekly talk show with Gina Johnson, on hold for a season. I felt like I was supposed to really focus on some other dreams that God has been stirring in me for years and, apparently, that timing is now. If you've been here a while, you remember the day I ran around frantically trying to get my paperwork into the IRS for my non-profit organization, Bevy. Well, it was approved 8 months after Noah died and is officially a 501(c)3 organization. It has been on my heart to be a good steward of it and pick it up again, but to change the mission a bit. You wouldn't think that dropping a weekly one hour radio show would free up so much time, but let me tell you, I feel like we're getting a ton done! God has opened some amazing doors, details I'll share at another time, but here's our preliminary website...still working on branding and logo and have to add our Board of Directors. You'll be able to add it to your blog soon, if you'd like to help spread the word. www.bevygirls.com
Four: Today I had lunch with a friend I love very much. She knows our journey very well, just to lay a foundation for this story. Let me preface this to say that I laugh at very inappropriate things and even crack dead baby jokes with certain friends...unfortunately, it's something bereaved parents are completely entitled to do. So, I was telling her about a picture of a pie chart Jason posted on Facebook that contained information regarding the infant mortality rates and reasons for death in Bolivia. I told her that a certain percentage of the babies died prior to delivery, some died during delivery, another portion charted that the mother died at the time of delivery, some babies died because of malnutrition and still others died from complications from diarrhea due to unclean water sources. My sweet friend looked at me with a mind-boggling look on her face and said, "Can you EVEN imagine having your child die because of diarrhea?" I paused for a second and smiled...and said, "Yes, actually." Her face turned beet red and I laughed out loud! She apologized emphatically, but I assured her it was totally fine! Maybe you had to be there???
Five: As we were driving back from lunch, my friend told me of another thing she said to the guy at Chipotle that was unknowingly inappropriate. I was laughing so hard that tears were blurring my vision and I could hardly breathe or see the road...here's how it went down...if you are too pure, don't read this...
Chipotle man: Carnitas?
Friend: No, veggie tacos.
Chipotle man: Oh, okay, veggie tacos.
Chipotle man turns to cashier and says: Carnitas...I mean, veggie!
Friend: Yeah, quit trying to put your meat in my taco.
Chipotle man: (Nothin'...turns head sideways...awkward look on his face...)
Friend: (Nothin'...beet red cheeks...backs away from the counter...)
oh my word.
ReplyDeletei am laughing so hard.
stop trying to put your meat in my tacos.
no. she. didn't.
i'm so glad she did!
gosh, apparently everyone else is very pure. good thing there's us!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I can't believe SHE said that. Ok, I believe it. She is hilarious and I am so glad you guys have each other to laugh at! Praying for you and Baby G (that's what we called all of our kiddos.)
ReplyDeleteLove,Kel