Ain't No Supermom

Author: Michelle White

  • pipes and miracles.

    pipes and miracles.

    PSA: this post will quite possibly make you stop reading this blog. It is that riveting. I wish I could tell you we freed the libyeans, (sp?), or whatever is going on over there. I really need to start acting like a grown up and paying attention to the news stories so I can start talking like a big girl. Back to the reason for the post:

    Well last week operation “get-the-tool-dislodged-and-sucked-out-of-the-pipe-that-has-made-our-downstairs-bathroom-a-leper” commenced. It took about 5 months of prayer, 4 grown men and my husband. I couldn’t watch. If this effort succeeded we would not have to spare our 1st born. {Not really} We would not have to spend 3,000 bones and compromise our post tension slab foundation to fix this speedbump. If it didn’t work, well then we would have had to spend $1000.00 to try, and $3,000.00 to do what you just read. That would have been a lose, lose, fyi. Regardless, God provided the money.

    So after my friend Tina’s husband, (a contractor), took the wall down, he couldn’t get to the blockage. So his team realized there was a connector on the sink pipe from  when plumber #5 punched our our wall and punctured the pipe a la 2008. By going through the connector and using magnets, Marc started trying to get it out. 15 minutes, a whole lotta sweat and a pouty quivering lip later, MARC GOT IT!!!!!!!! Unbelieveable. Truly. Unbelievable. It was a miracle-a real miracle and answered prayer that involved a rusty ole:

    screwdriver. Really? Yep. A screwdriver in a pipe. Of course. How perfectly logical. 2 years of broken toilet, panic sweats at every brave guest that “flushed” and 9 plumbers later…That had to be love gone bad. Nobody needs a screwdriver when installing toilets. Even I know that. 
    So basically Chad almost tackled Marc and the 4 person team he brought, then realized they would would probably beat him for trying because they are tough guys with manly muscles and stuff. So he gave air hugs, and we cried like babies when he told me. 
    God worked the whole situation for His glory-praise HIM! He even cared about this stupid rusty screwdriver. Working together the punctured pipe from 2 years ago. Reminds me of the lost ax head in 2 Kings. God cared about that tool enough to allow it to be found. There is no lofty expostion here,  just sayin’. 

  • He is RISEN.

    He is Risen Indeed. We just attended our church service where our Pastor debunked every single theory trying to explain the missing body: so awesome. So needed. Even for me. A saved sinner. I still find myself  with questions. Lots of questions. I know we are to live by faith, not sight. But the logical person I am, (eye roll), still desires something tangible. Sometimes I fail to forget, the evidence is what I am reading every day. My trusty Bible and it’s history. How it is still the Holy Bible should speak for itself. No?

    Second to my salvation is my deep gratitude for our Church. The I have been so excited for this Sunday for MONTHS. Our God is generous in the abundant blessings He provided today. A few items of note:
    1) the honor of being a recipient of His grace and love. My Savior died for me. As the the ugly version. Is there anything more precious than that?
    2) Was able to go to church with my mom and dad and Aunt Cheryl & Uncle Gary. HOW awesome that was. There is nothing like being able to worship our God with loved family and church family. NOTHING like it.
    3) Everything went off without a hitch. No traffic, parking was as expected, not too crowded, organized, THANK YOU!!!
    4) Message was so relevant to EVERYONE. I really don’t care what you believe.

    What was even more awesome? Me remembering the dress I bought for Easter was about 3 inches too short and no matching cardigan/wrap/ covering. Oh and with heels, did I mention it was about 3 inches too short? FAN tastic. {i} was the moron dressed all hootchie like at church. The shame.

  • Flashback Friday

    Flashback Friday

    Well today is Good Friday. A somber day of gratitude. Usually busy, filled with Eggstravaganza’s, Church service and Easter prep. The busyness of this day seems to always get in the way of the purpose of this day, of why we acknowledge it.

    So I will flash back to Jesus’ work on the cross for me; a sinner. A major transgressor, with too many bad marks by my name to even begin a count. I am so deeply moved and overwhelmed when I think of the burden He carried and obedience He showed knowing how painful and humiliating the day was going to be. When I really stop and think about what that must have been like-I am even more broken for the sin in this world. And even more thankful. If that is possible.
    All to Him I owe…Sin had left a crimson stain and He washed it white as snow.

  • house rules

    We have a rule as far as eating goes in mama’s house. Eat what you are given. I try to enforce this whenever possible, but at times, I admit: I get lazy. Tonight I got all fired up about how amazing artichokes are, they are green and furry, what a combination! So I started telling little stink all about how mommy used to love them as a child and he had to eat a bite.

    Mommy: “just try it. One time and if you don’t like it never again.”
    Little Stink: “Please noooo.”
    Mommy: “EAT IT.”
    Little Stink: “chomp chomp chomp…..bleh–yaaack.”

    Yep, my little boy actually obeyed me, and my insistence on trying this superfood made him yack all over our rug. What, an amazing mother I am. No, really, you can all stop clapping now.

  • Somebody’s Birthday

    Happy Birthday to my sweet little Weeman. You are such a precious blessing in Mommy and Daddy’s life. I love you more than words and continually question why on earth God chose me to be your mommy. If that isn’t grace I don’t know what is. (That would be in my favor, not yours. Sorry.) Today we woke up and ate spicy sausage and eggs, (mommy’s favorite), and Daddy and I took one for the team and took you and your big brother to Disneyland. Aside from a minor hiccup, mommy failing to charge the phone thus being left with no entertainment, form of communication with the outside world, things went A-ok today.

    Thank you for being so well behaved. A fringe benefit of today was a sweet little ego boost. Disneyland held almost as many ill behaved children and parents as it did viral & bacterial diseases, combined. The screaming match between the 3 year daughter {drinking coke} and her mother, the mother that verbally abused her son at the park, the boy spitting on everyone,  and the people that were allowing their daughter to sleep in the stoller with the mickey ears strapped around her mouth so that she would pass out from carbon monoxide poisoning made me look a little better than average. I only flipped out and started shrieking all ape like when you or your brother touched the ground or started playing with the trash cans. Or other peoples nether regions.  That was a really awkward 30 minute line.  
    We have discovered 3 things today:
    *You don’t like bubbles as much as we had hoped. Finding Nemo was more like finding-an-end-to-this-never-ending-ride with a crying birthday boy. 
    *People visiting from foreign countries do not know too much about personal space. Or old spice.  
    *The reason we haven’t seen fanny packs or birkenstocks for the past 10 years is because they are all hiding at the happiest place on earth. 
    Pictures to come. I love you sweet Weston Charlie. xo