IVF is on hold until next month, due to them wanting me in for an appointment, while we're out of town. We leave for P's tonight.

Last time

We have begun the process for our last attempt at having a third child using IVF. We have only one embryo left, and the chances that our one little embryo survives the thawing process, starts to grow again, implants itself, and continues to grow is not as high as we'd like it. We are praying.

God will see us through whether I become pregnant or not.

Giggles and lights

The recent posts from Little Farm, Big World made me laugh several times. [I love the way my sister-in-law writes.] Ellie was in the room with me and each time I laughed, she asked me "Mommy, how you get your giggles out?" I love the way she thinks. She wanted to know what I was laughing at.

Ellie also asked me to put the up lights on for her. All of our candles in the windows are operated by switches this year, so that Ellie can turn them on. She likes this job. Today, though the train video is much more important, since she asked me to go put the up lights on so she wouldn't miss any train action. She wants me to go put the lights on upstairs.

Note: Some of my sentences (in this post and others) have incorrect grammar in them. I am aware of it. Although I don't like it when incorrect grammar is used, I am getting around that by informing you that I am using it. Sometimes sentences just sound better to me when written the wrong way.

Walking with Jesus

Today's devotion is titled Walking with Jesus. The passage is Luke 24:13-35.

A section of the commentary is "He's with you, walking alongside you. He hears your conversation; he watches what you do; he knows your heart. Jesus really cares. And he really does notice what you do - again and again and again.

I know as a wife and mom, I have the best job. I get to care for my family. That's my main priority, and I enjoy it. But in that roll, what I do sometimes is taken for granted and not noticed.
My son isn't going to come up and say "Thanks mom for getting that peanutbutter out of my hair. It was mighty sticky for me." He's only two. But he does take my cheeks in his hands and gives me a smile that lights up his face.

My daughter isn't going to stop me in the hall and say, "Thanks mom for washing the toothpaste out of my towel." But she does snuggle at bedtime and sing a duet of "Hush Little Baby" with me.
My husband isn't going to thank me for every single thing I do, (he wouldn't get to talk about anything else,) but he does thank me for some of it and helps out when he can. He also has a long list of house projects of his own that is woefully growing longer not shorter.

Each one of us desires praise for what we've accomplished. So, when I read today's devotion, I was blessed to be reminded that Jesus is walking with me and does notice what I do again and again and again. I don't need my children's or my husband's praise. I have Jesus.

What's going on

I haven't felt much like writing lately, especially since I haven't had many topics light in my head.

But here is something that has been niggling at me.

A friend from MOPS - her family, a Christain family - doesn't celebrate Christmas.

I asked her about it, and I just don't understand the basis. I just don't understand why they wouldn't celebrate the birth of our Savior.

I didn't understand, so I said to myself, Well let's just see what I can find out.

I found The Good News. I read about why December 25th is the wrong day for Jesus's birthday. I already knew that the Bible never really says when He was born, but this site gave me reasons. I did read that early Christains did not celebrate Christmas, but did observe a New Testament Passover.

In wanting more information, I continued my searching and found this one. Should a Christain celebrate Christmas? There is much to read here. It also gave a link to a site about hymns sung at Christmas, which opened a whole new set of questions about the scriptural validity of all hymns.

Another site I found is by Charles Halff, interestingly, a Jew. Although he is jewish, that is not why he doesn't celebrate Christmas.

This next site is quite interesting in that J. Hampton Keathley, III takes a look at both sides.

I could go on and on, but my eyes are hurting. I certainly understand now why my friend's family doesn't celebrate Christmas, but I am unsure of what all I read means for me.

If you want to keep reading, here's more information.

Sharing

Ellie and Josh have a nice system. She eats the inside of a grilled cheese, and he'll eat the crusts. He was still hungry after his hot dog, and Ellie had crusts on her plate. She doesn't care for crusts, so I told her to offer them to Josh. After nibbling off all the cheese part she could without breaching the crust part, she passed them over. He happily ate them.