Think on Such Things

I’ve grown up in a faith, a “religion,” a community that believes in miracles. Jesus did miracles. Fed 5,000 people from 5 loaves and 2 fish. Raised people from the dead. Made the lame man walk. Caused the blind man to see. Healed lepers. Cast out demons. Healed a man who seemed to be having seizures. Disappeared from crowds. Caused a hemorrhaging woman to stop bleeding. His disciples did miracles. Raised the dead. Healed the sick with a touch of their cloak. My question for so long was…would that ever happen to me? Would I ever be the recipient of healing, a miracle? I would venture to say that we all might want that. We all have something in our life that we would want God to look at and just fix, on the spot, no waiting, no mistakes. Hurt made whole. Then, God answered that question for me several years ago . I still can’t believe that He would grace me with a glimpse of His glory in that way! Praise be to God who would have been just as good if He hadn’t healed me. I know ma...

2017 has been a whirlwind of a year. I remember celebrating the New Year in January, we were so hopeful for the newness that was ahead, for the fresh start. 2016 was the year that Moses was diagnosed with a wicked rare heart condition and we were looking forward to falling into a new normal of maintenance. We no longer had to give him medication after 4 hours (waking him up in the middle of the night). It seemed as though we had finally adjusted to this new diagnosis and were thankful to take some deep breaths to lick our wounds. After a diagnosis that rocks your world, you may often only start to see how your family, kids, marriage has been affected till after the doctors visits have calmed down, therapies been put into place, insurance been taken care of. That feeling of newness, freshness, anticipation of good…somehow I think we should celebrate more often. Not just one day of the year. As Christians, I think we get a taste of that again at Easter. We remember that the old has...

Here we are again. Writing an update of the medical happenings in the Stone home. You know, someday we hope that we won’t have to write these updates. Someday maybe this blog will be filled with posts of redone furniture or fun new recipes, maybe lessons we are teaching the kids. Not today my friends. Not today. Today we invite you into our new journey with Moses. For the past month, we have been in survival mode, just trying to make it to bedtime. Why? You ask. What is going on? A month ago, something very strange started happening with Moses and it lasted for eight days! Moses stopped eating and stopped using the bathroom. At first, we didn’t really know what to think of this. My first reaction as an ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis) momma was, this might be a sensory issue or a behavior. But, I quickly dismissed that thought and chose to believe my sane momma instinct. Something was wrong, very wrong. We would try to give him anything to eat, all his favorites and he woul...

The month of January, 2016…aka the month of challenge, or maybe we should call it the month of change. So much has happened to our family this month that we are living in survival mode. You know, I really wish that I was more consistent at blogging. I wish that every time I updated this wasn’t because we were in some sort of crisis. But, I’m not going to cry too much over that failure. Not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. Back to the reason for this post. On December 31 st at 10:40pm, we had the privilege of having Ivory Rose Stone join our family. What a joy it has been to have a little teenie, tiny baby around again. It is so much fun seeing new sides come out of each of us. Hannah is even more of a mom than I could have imagined. I am so proud of her instinct and compassion. She is going to be a fantastic mom one day! I was a little nervous about Izzie. She is my little snuggle bug, so the whole jealous factor was a big concern. She has definitel...