So the other day, Brett did something...who knows what and I sent him to his room. Now, when they go in their room to chill out they are expected to sit still in the middle of the floor and remain calm. If they are not calm they will just stay longer. Anyways, Brett was being quiet and I thought it was about time to go get him, so I peeked in his room. He was sitting quietly in the middle of the floor, like always. I sat down in front of him and started to talk to him a bit about whatever it was he had done and I noticed that he had something in his mouth. I said, 'Brett, what is in your mouth?'. He said, 'I don't know'. So I said, 'Let me see it'. No lie...it was a toenail! So gross! I guess he had found it in the carpet next to him. I think daddy taught Chad how to clip his own nails last week. Apparently, he did not teach him how to clean up after. Why on earth my little man decided to put it in his mouth I will never understand? But that is my Brett! He does some of the weirdest things. At first, I was so grossed out that Brett got scared...and then we both ended up laughing hysterically.
Did I mention this is the kid who swallowed a penny he found on the playground last year at preschool? Find a penny on the playground...yes. Feel the need to taste it...why? Run with it in your mouth and freak your friends out when you fall and start gagging it down...really? When I picked him up that day, all of his friends were telling me that he choked and ate a penny. His teachers said a whole group of his friends went running and screaming up to them...scared to death that Brett was choking. I guess Brett thought he was pretty cool until he ended up accidentally swallowing the penny.
And the poor thing is the middle child...oh, the middle child. Not as tall or cool or smart or fast as his big brother, who he adores...naturally. Not as sweet and cute and pretty and adorable as his little sister, who annoys him...naturally. He is smack dab in the middle and has the bad attitude to prove it. He's got something, though. He doesn't know it or understand it...but he's got something. I just love my middle man! A total non-conformist, march to the beat of his own drum, 'you can follow me if you want but I don't really care I am just doing my thing kind of a kid'! He is truly a unique guy and I can't wait to see what God has in store for him!
That is my Brett Gregory Kashuba...Gregory in the Middle!
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Grief and Life
Something I never expected...and yet such a part of my journey - Grief is such a big part of life. Our ability to handle grief seems to determine what mood our life will hold. It's not that there will or will not be grief, but what we do with the grief that will absolutely come.
Grieving and living...you can do both. Crying and laughing. Content and yet sad. The most surprising thing - there is still joy in grief. I am happy to know that from personal experience.
Death to self = Joy in grief
And the only way to really know that, is to experience it. Real and true death to self will bring joy. But are we really willing to give our selfish selves up?
Lord, for your glory, I pray we are...I pray I am. Besides, this whole self-seeking life stinks anyways.
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Grieving and living...you can do both. Crying and laughing. Content and yet sad. The most surprising thing - there is still joy in grief. I am happy to know that from personal experience.
Death to self = Joy in grief
And the only way to really know that, is to experience it. Real and true death to self will bring joy. But are we really willing to give our selfish selves up?
Lord, for your glory, I pray we are...I pray I am. Besides, this whole self-seeking life stinks anyways.
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Arise, Lord!
Arise, Lord! Lift up your head, O God.
Do not forget the helpless.
Why does the wicked man revile God?
Why does he say to himself,
"He won't call me to account"?
But you, O God, do see trouble and grief;
you consider it to take it in hand.
The victim commits himself to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless.
Break the arm of the wicked and evil man;
call him to account for his wickedness
that would not be found out.
The Lord is King for ever and ever;
the nations will perish from his land.
You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted;
you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,
defending the fatherless and the oppressed,
in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more.
Psalm 10:12-18
I have seen this exact thing played out in the life of my family and yet I am burdened by so many more children out there. In your exact time, Lord, I know you will show yourself in their lives too. And "man, who is of the earth, will terrify no more"!
Arise, Lord!
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Do not forget the helpless.
Why does the wicked man revile God?
Why does he say to himself,
"He won't call me to account"?
But you, O God, do see trouble and grief;
you consider it to take it in hand.
The victim commits himself to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless.
Break the arm of the wicked and evil man;
call him to account for his wickedness
that would not be found out.
The Lord is King for ever and ever;
the nations will perish from his land.
You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted;
you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,
defending the fatherless and the oppressed,
in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more.
Psalm 10:12-18
I have seen this exact thing played out in the life of my family and yet I am burdened by so many more children out there. In your exact time, Lord, I know you will show yourself in their lives too. And "man, who is of the earth, will terrify no more"!
Arise, Lord!
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