My Name is Mud......

Or at least it is going to be soon.

Lets just say that I couldn't take the problems in my church anymore, so I decided to do something about it. On Sunday morning in my Sunday school class we all kind of opened up to each other and expressed our concerns over the way things are going. As of last count 11 families have left and we are a pretty small church to begin with.

After we all kind of got it all off of our chests, we asked one of the board members to join us for a few minutes and we expressed our concerns with her. We asked if we could meet with the board alone and use them as mediators. She then said that we would have to contact them on our own.

It is very apparent that no one wants to address the problems and when they are addressed, they are swept under the rug. Let me tell you, the lump under the rug is so big that people are starting to trip over it.

So following in the footsteps of many who have left my church, I contacted the District Council. I am sure that when word gets back to the Pastor, I will be asked to leave as some others in the past have been. I am concerned over the ramifications this will have on my children.

Please continue to pray for this situation as a resolve is found. I love my church and do not want to be forced to leave. I also don't want it to be torn apart any more.

Stacy

Oops...lol

Hubby and I have a not so unique way of just connecting throughout the day. Probably much the same as you and your spouse. We occasionally text each other.

Sometimes it is just a simple word that only he and I understand. Sometimes it is more of the don't forget to pick up bread and milk on the way home kind of thing. And other times it is the best kind of note "I Love You".

So yesterday in the middle of the day I picked up my phone and text him as normal. I simply sent him "I Love You".

Then I get this back:

Thanks! You just scared the sh*t out of me. I was working with electric.

LOL LOL LOL LOL

Did I mention that we both keep our phones on vibrate while at work?

Stacy

Incredible Story

I was blog hopping last night and came upon this link. What a truly incredible story of Faith, Love and a Secret Prayer. Before you go there, you might want to grab the tissues.

Confessions of a CF Husband

I will be thinking about them for a long time and will certainly return often.

Stacy

Leaving

It has been a long busy week here. The boyz are in VBS at my MIL's this week. Little S is in class and Tween & Teen are helping out where needed. So between the time they have to be at the church and my work schedule, she decided it would be best if the boys stayed there all week. Less hassle for everyone in the morning.

The only problem is Little S. He has separation anxiety really bad. To the point that he won't stay anywhere with anyone. He has stopped participating in anything that doesn't involve me being with him. I am having a hard time with this as well.

If I do leave him somewhere he holds on so tight that we have to actually peel him off of me and then he cries and cries as I leave. Usually screaming "Don't leave me mommy. Please don't leave me." Talk about someones heart breaking. I can hardly stand it and usually cry half way to where I am going just thinking about him.

So the next question is why is he doing this. We sent him to preschool when he turned three because of similar issues and he progressed pretty good. After 5 months I could leave without him hanging on to crying. He was good for 2 years.

About February he started fussing when I would leave. Then he started crying. Then progresses to hanging on to me and crying. It just keeps getting worse.

Last Sunday when we got to Sunday School he went to his class and I went to mine. About 5 minutes later he was back at my side. I walked back up with him to class. He was the only child in his class that day.

That is when it finally hit me what is going on. Everyone has been leaving him. Literally.

In the last few years my grandma died (she lived with us for several years), hubby's grandfather died, hubby's dad died, there was some issues at our church (still unresolved) and many people left including his best little buddy, hubby's grandmother died, one of his teachers quit church.

I have been trying to reassure him all week that I am not leaving him for good, just over night. As the week has gone on he has actually gotten a little better each night. Not much but a little. At this point any type of progress is good.

Tonight is the last night he has to stay at grandma's and the weekend is soon here so I can spend extra time with him. We might even head up to camp for a night or two.

Stacy

Theatre Camp

Tween spent last week at theatre day camp at the local college. This was his second year and he enjoyed it so much. I am sure I never mentioned this before, but the boy is talented. Seriously. I am not just saying that because I am his mom.

He was in the High School play when he was in 2nd grade. And not just as an extra, he had speaking parts and 2 songs he had to do with just one other girl.

So at the end of the week, they break them into several groups and each group preforms a skit.

If you would watch these kids act you would not believe that they were given their scripts on Wednesday and were ready to preform Friday night.

This is him in character during his skit. Yes, the tie is slightly larger than him, but that was the best we could do on short notice...lol

This is him and Little S hanging out afterwards.

Teen and hubby were unable to come this year. I wasn't able to make it last year so hopefully next year we can all make it.

They are talking about next year either making it a full week sleep away camp or maybe a two-week day camp so that they could possibly do a young theatre production in stead of small skits. I am excited already...lol

Stacy

My Desk

This new job I have taken keeps me pretty bored. I must admit, I get paid nice to sit and be bored. But I absolutely hate not doing anything.

So often I ponder things while I am sitting there. Which brings me to today's topic.

Have you ever just looked at something for so long that you start to read into things?

I noticed that my desk at work is always kept very neat and tidy. Seriously for those that know me otherwise, my desk at work is perfect. Everything has a place and everything is in it's place. My hanging file drawers are neat and organized where anyone can find exactly what they are looking for when they need it. Even my binders are alphabetized and in order.

However, if you open my 2 private drawers in my desk things are not so tidy. Things are mostly thrown or shoved in where I can find room.

This is kind of like my emotions. Everything looks perfect on the surface, but underneath I can be a wreck.

So take a look around at your desk. What does it say about you? Are you too like your desk?

Stacy

Happy Birthday America!

Have a Great 4th of July!

Stacy