tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160681032024-03-07T03:38:10.016-05:00Divine GraffitiA chronicle of my journey of faith towards what God has intended for my life. I will take Him at His word, knowing that He will do what He has promised.
Accompanying me on my journey is the love of my life, Andy. Without him, this would not be nearly as much fun! And our beautiful children, without whom I could not possibly write.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-31054996101582227392007-03-22T10:49:00.000-04:002007-03-22T10:50:03.713-04:00NEW BLOG SITEI have moved my blog to a wordpress blog. That is where all updates are now.<br /><br />It can be found at <a href="http://divinescribble.wordpress.com/">http://divinescribble.wordpress.com/</a> <br /><br />If you have my blog on your blogroll, please update it and visit often!<br /><br />Thanks,<br />AudreyAudrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-32578943684467800682007-02-21T21:21:00.000-05:002007-02-21T21:31:23.453-05:00What a Tangled Web We WeaveIt's been a long time since I posted. I simply haven't felt like it and probably should not have freely added my thoughts to the internet at times over the past few weeks. Suffice it to say; things are never the way we think they are. Nor the way we wish they were.<br /><br />But, thank God, I am not Anna Nicole Smith, her family or friends. Thank God I do not watch American Idol. Thank God I like to read fiction because it's so much more believable than most of the carp that is out there! (I do not mean to ridicule those of you who DO watch American Idol, I just find it to be like an organized circus and rather silly). I think there have been one too many media trainwrecks lately and we need a good dose of political or inspirational news to make us think. We run the risk of turning dumb.<br /><br />My pain is getting better at times. Most of the time, though, I haven't noticed a great improvement over my pain prior to surgery. I'm told that may take another two months. It actually hurts in a whole new way now! I'm told I should lie down and rest for the next six weeks. They're nuts! Perhaps if I won the lottery and then turned into an entirely different person who LIKED to lie around, that would work. It's simply impossible on a number of levels. So...I learn to be patient about pain and wait for the day sometime this summer when I might not hurt. It's the complete exhaustion I wasn't prepared for! They didn't tell me about <strong>that</strong>!<br /><br />I don't want to end on a complaining note; I'm really not complaining. I find that each day I wake up ready to do better and enough of the time I do. I have great plans and goals and hopes for this year. My family is in for a ride towards something deeper and greater than we know. It's starting already. It's fun.<br /><br />And no, Jim, I do not wear my blue pointy shoes right now! That'll wait for August.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-12366298972332830412007-02-05T13:52:00.000-05:002007-02-05T14:21:19.785-05:00Deepening Roots...Growing Up....Growing OlderLast year at this time we found ourselves on the edge of so much change. When we entered 2006, Andy and I knew that the year was going to bring profound changes in our lives. I could almost taste it and it was exciting in an apprehensive sort of way. Nothing could have prepared us for all that happened, and certainly none of it was expected. Much of it was hard and painful; nothing was simple. And right up to the last minute of the last day of December, we were feeling things shift.<br /><br />Kayleigh's decision to move to Michigan was the first change. At the time it felt like the biggest one; but it wasn't. The fact that she left impacted everyone in very different ways. Liam seems to have taken it more easily than anyone. He's angry sometimes, but the kid is amazingly forgiving and, although he doesn't understand what she did, he has decided to learn from it. He states over and over that he doesn't want to do some of the things Kayleigh was doing because he felt the fallout and wouldn't want his brother and younger sister to feel that way. He saw how hurt we were as parents and doesn't want to make us cry. He remembers how rejected he felt when she wouldn't spend time with him and knows someday Colin will look to him for attention like that. All very idealistic for a ten-year-old kid; let's hope he sticks to it! Erin just sits in her anger sometimes. For weeks at a time she's been moody, pouty and violent. She doesn't understand that she didn't do anything to make Kayleigh leave, nor does she understand that no matter what she does, Kayleigh will never be back the way she wants her to be. I can't imagine the heartache of having a big sister who embodies everything you want to be and then she rips your heart out. Erin deserves to be angry. But she is learning to deal with anger (not just with Kayleigh) and developed some new coping strategies. That's a good thing. Colin has stopped standing outside her door calling her name; she is now someone that comes and goes for holiday meals. He'll certainly have questions someday and we'll leave them to her to answer. Andy seems to easily tuck his hurt somewhere far away and to be honest I don't know how much hurt there really is. I know I'm no longer hurt. I think we're both just a little numb. After decades of verbal violence and psychological head games with K's mother, we got so used to tuning out the madness. It's been almost a year and we're just happy not to worry so much. We love her now from a distance and I think that's the better way for us to be. We will learn again how to be in a relationship with her, but as adults in the future, not as traditional parents in the present. Peace came to reign in our house and that was sorely needed. From this big change in our family make up, we all learned how important we are to each other and how desperately we want to stay together through everything. Kayleigh always had another parent to run to; the other kids won't. They are stuck with us and they know that! And we will all be in it together.<br /><br />The career changes for both of us were huge as well. Andy left what should have been the job to retire from to come "home" to Lancaster EMS. Less travel, less headache (and less money) were the tradeoff. But he's so happy he did it and now has settled into his role there. Just in time to be present for the slaughter of baby girls in an Amish school. For such a time as this he was placed. Through that, Andy has been able to share his faith with his co-workers and with the press. He has learned about forgiveness (as we all have) and soon will get to meet Sara Ann and see how what he does really matters. I can't wait for that!<br /><br />My career change from nursing to sales was just wierd and unexpected but has brought rewards on many levels and it is becoming clear to me that God knows exactly what He's doing and I should just shut up and deal. The schooling I'm starting is just another step in the road and one day ministry will be my "other job" while sales will provide the bread on the table. One has to fund the other, I think. God has a plan and His is much more long term than I could ever imagine.<br /><br />Then, surgery came and went and now I wait to heal. I put that off for 13 years fearing the changes that would bring. By summer, I hope to be nearly pain free or as close to that as I can get. That just may be the most welcome change of all!<br /><br />So, now we settle down in our new roles in our jobs, our new positions in our family and our new physical conditions. We wait on God to show us clearly where to go next. This year we sense His guiding hand very clearly and we know that if we trust Him, we'll be exactly where He wants us to be.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-46308567635823483382007-02-01T21:31:00.000-05:002007-02-01T21:40:39.151-05:00thanksI have married the most amazing person on the face of the earth. I hope that anyone else reading this would feel the same way (about their spouse of course!) This guy is just exceedingly tolerant and longsuffering with me. I can be a real jerk when I am irritable, and boy, baby, have I been irritable lately! Pain does that to people I am told.<br /><br />I also have the most wonderful mother God ever allowed to be a mother. She has given me and my family more than anyone could have imagined or asked for---ever. And we don't always ask; she just gives 'cause she knows what we always need. She is not only a fantastic mother, she's the best grandmother going these days and my best friend. I want to be just like her when I grow up. My dad's not too bad either!<br /><br />Then, there is this guy I work for and these people I work with who are patient and willing to wait for me to recover to get back to work. That is such a reassurance and so needed right now. I need to work (for many many many reasons) and this is the best job ever and I can't wait to get back full steam. But until then, they'll let me gimp a little.<br /><br />And the three most stunning people I have ever met. Liam, Erin and Colin Gilger for whom no introduction is needed and for whom I live each day more fully than the last.<br /><br />This is a great big thank you to all of you who have stuck around while I was tired, crippled, less than perfect and coming alive.<br /><br />I am eternally grateful and I'll owe you forever.<br /><br />Love ya!Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-20328177080180040212007-01-28T21:51:00.000-05:002007-01-28T22:25:52.355-05:00This week was a week of introspection for me. So often I feel like I am walking on the fringes of life lately. Andy is so fantastic about getting everyone up and moving in the morning while I sleep in. I find that my body is exhausted all the time. This thing of healing takes so much energy and you don't even realize it until you can't stand up any more! He is an amazing man and some day I'd like to take him on a cruise; but he gets seasick, so the thought will have to count!<br /><br />Theology is such a heady issue. I'm reading about and discussing the Non Violent Atonement theories; reconciling my peace issues with my fight-back instinct; Orthodox vs. Pentecostal vs. Mennonite....phew! It could get to be a full time job debating these things. And this week, I've discussed all!<br /><br />I am yearning for a church that doesn't rely on heritage for it's theology. At the risk of offending people I love dearly; sometimes being Mennonite does not attract me much. It's like being born Jewish. It's what you <strong>ARE...</strong> and the faith, peace, smiles, dress, theology, acceptable behaviors and all those trappings are assumptions that you make for your life and assumptions that others make for you. Why have any questions? Why digress from "the path" when those before you have it all planned out? The problem I see is this: It is far too easy to fall into the label of Mennonite and have no idea what that means to others! If I tell someone I am a Mennonite, they often automatically and immediately trust me. And then ask me where my covering is! If I simply tell them that I am a Christian, they often automatically and immediately distrust me and wonder if I will judge their words and deeds out loud. There are many people in my community and circle of peers and friends who don't know that Mennonites are Christians (the way THEY understand Christianity). They see Mennonites in the sterotypical role of simple, peaceful and quiet. Not someone with real thoughts, ideas or any connection to modern culture! Most of the Mennonites I know don't have a large circle of close friends outside of that church...and I find that sad. I would say that my best friend is not a Mennonite; not an anything...maybe closely Quakerish....but ultimately not entirely happy with that either. And, she enjoys a great Merlot on occasion!<br /><br />But, I think there are some Mennonites who would say that those that are not "Mennonites" would be so far into "the world" that their salvation would be in question. I remember as a younger person thinking that if someone wasn't Mennonite that they weren't<br />"saved." I don't know why; that was something I sucked in from my upbringing in a strict legalistic family and being surrounded by evangelical missionaries full of Child Evangelism fever! If I behaved a certain way; wore a certain type of clothing; listened to (SHOCK!) rock music and maybe on occasion had a glass of wine I was headed straight to hell! The rules and legalities became central to my salvation and Christ crucifed was a great story to make me feel totally depraved and when JUST AS I AM played.....boy I was on my knees!<br /><br />I am grappling with the idea that Christ is an unresolved issue in my life. The formulas laid for me; the Sinner's Prayer; the promise of Heaven as a place in the clouds...is so far fetched and unreal. So childish and simple. But...Christ, the Son of God, bore for me the sins of the world that I might be reconciled to God and be One with God; Atonement through the crucifixion and resurrection/defeat of death that Christ endured...that is something to think about! And, it doesn't matter if I am a Mennonite, Baptist, AOG, CMA or whatever denomination I think I want to be....He ultimately came for Me as a human being. How cool is that!<br /><br />I just want to love my God and learn of Him more each day. To revel in the awesome power and glory he reigns in! To humbly bow, on my face, beseeching Him with my little needs and know He cares.<br /><br />My Bible has become a frightening thing for me to pick up some days. It almost breathes. It jumps on the shelf and skitters around asking me to open it! I hold it and love each page. It is the living and breathing Word of God!! I need a new one (mine is disintegrating) and I cannot bring myself to buy one. Not only because I am broke and can't afford it, but because I'd have to break this new one in and it wouldn't be "alive" yet! I cherish each word; each day something new from oft read phrases jumps into my heart.<br /><br />And that happens no matter how Mennonite, Anabaptist or whatever you are! God doesn't really care; he just asks for faithfulness, passion and mercy for others from us.<br /><br />He simply asks for Love.<br /><br />Let that break your heart for a minute.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-71989950526355505422007-01-22T19:28:00.000-05:002007-01-22T19:30:09.585-05:00The Cutest Thing Ever!!!You have to watch this. I've been looking at it for over half an hour on and off and I can't stop grinning!! Just click this link "laughing baby".<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ1V_ImlYYE">Laughing Baby</a></span></strong>Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-60293084165185097262007-01-21T20:33:00.000-05:002007-01-21T20:44:02.453-05:00Achievement AwardsI am so proud of my son! Liam earned the "Fritz Achievement Award" on Friday. The school gives this out to kids who exhibit respect, responsiblity and something else I can't remember.<br /><br />Anyway, Friday morning, this kid was scrambling to finish his homework; he had forgotten it the night before while being wrapped up in helping his Dad take care of Colin at a meeting, so it's forgivable. Math was involved and this child is lousy at Math-in-a-hurry. He was getting really frustrated and can quite nicely beat himself up over nothing, but he got it done on the way to school. (Nearly a 90 second drive!). Completeing this assignment was crucial to achieving the award and he made it!!<br /><br />How cool to get an award and then be able to clip the little thing to your backpack! <br /><br />I wondered today what my achievement awards look like. I know that a couple of them have really beautiful blue eyes; one has an adorable dimpled little butt; one can't leave the house in the morning without her "good morning hug" and those are the best ever! I can't clip them to my backpack but I can carefully take them with me when I walk through my life.<br /><br />Each season of my life will bring new achievement awards. (Maybe one day a book with my name on the cover!) Hopefully they'll all be for respect, responsibility and that other thing I can't remember.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-25981758765711459362007-01-19T15:42:00.000-05:002007-01-19T20:23:31.595-05:00Thomas The Tank and God STOPI would like to close myself up in a room for about a week. Or sit at the end of a pier on a misty lake in an A<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">dirondack</span> chair with a blanket around me. Not alone though. Surrounded by books, pencils and all the notebooks I can fill. And my laptop. I have a friend who also just had surgery for which recovery is long. She is not allowed to speak for weeks afterwards; she's off to the mountains to be alone and read. The idea is that this will speed her recovery. I'm only mildly envious of her.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yesterday I cried harder than I have in a very long time. One step forward; then flat on your butt. The story of my life sometimes. The surgeon said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">everything</span> looks great but I need to take it easy for at least six more weeks. He wasn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">clued</span> in before the surgery to the degree of damage I had in my spine. Therefore, recovery will take longer than expected. He's also not clued in to the fact that my brain will implode if I sit here much longer doing little, gaining weight and surfing the web. I also need to provide for my family; we are a two wage-earner team and that's not negotiable. It also means that I need to wait to start school, which is the one thing I am most disappointed about. I was already pushed off until March; now it's at least May. So I need to make some decisions and I was feeling mighty overwhelmed.<br /><br />So, I just bawled for a while. It seems like everything good happens to the other guy. Things always go perfectly for someone else. No one else has any problems and no one else has any pain. Know what I mean?<br /><br />Then, my young son (yes, him of the sweet sleep) wanted to watch his new Thomas the Tank Engine Movie. The theme song of Thomas is called <a href="http://webpages.charter.net/mortickles/Songs/silver.htm">"Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining". </a>Leave it to my Father in Heaven to decide this little child had a lesson for me. I listened to this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">whacky</span> song for the first time the whole way through. When it was done, I felt better.<br /><br />I'll find my silver lining. In each of my day I look for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Godstops</span>. (This being a word I learned from <a href="http://wednesdayswithbeth.com/">Beth Moore</a>.) <em>STOP=<strong>S</strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">avoring</span> <strong>T</strong>he <strong>O</strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">bservable</span> <strong>P</strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">resence</span>.</em> A conscious effort to find obvious physical signs of God working in your surroundings. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_the_Tank_Engine_and_Friends">Thomas the Tank Engine</a> and his friends were my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Godstop</span> yesterday. I didn't see that one coming.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBszIBBbt59DGfOQSS8AGNtqyD6CYcdrdfyw_R6I0m9Kh-RzKfz2l3m91nRnq3TlKoxpGXntHFx9vIZOJcaWQIX3y-FTECA8-XLBZQ29hzxpAet2JwSbK4gVIOPkd5al7Oi8JAUA/s1600-h/thomas.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021855848929223746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBszIBBbt59DGfOQSS8AGNtqyD6CYcdrdfyw_R6I0m9Kh-RzKfz2l3m91nRnq3TlKoxpGXntHFx9vIZOJcaWQIX3y-FTECA8-XLBZQ29hzxpAet2JwSbK4gVIOPkd5al7Oi8JAUA/s200/thomas.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I so clearly see the beginning shape of the ministry that God has laid before me. Why do I think that NOW, all of a sudden, He'd change his mind?! This little bump in the road will not stop me from reaching my goal. Oh, ye of little faith! OH ME OF LITTLE FAITH! Good grief! When will I stop wallowing in the mire of self pity and get on board with Thomas and Friends?<br /><br /><em><strong>Matthew 6:25 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life....</strong>(SEE!)<strong>....what you will eat or drink; or about what you will wear..."</strong>(As of today, one pair of pants fits me again! Really.)... <strong>27 "Who of you by worrying can add a SINGLE hour to his life?"</strong></em><br /><br />He promised.<br /><br />I just can't forget it.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-47704778522925144062007-01-07T17:37:00.000-05:002007-01-07T18:05:05.121-05:00Mother and Child<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfPWeM6P-48sELf3dNsMG8DVEbkCD51NFCblzWky-alKVls-dvv8acySnZvfg2sueZrqD5JVDYmYAR7gHzIa8hYCA48XHdwzCNXWpTnxJNhT2kdNJyLKdUJFPny9kzZZUAyUfoA/s1600-h/mother+and+child.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017427711694685090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfPWeM6P-48sELf3dNsMG8DVEbkCD51NFCblzWky-alKVls-dvv8acySnZvfg2sueZrqD5JVDYmYAR7gHzIa8hYCA48XHdwzCNXWpTnxJNhT2kdNJyLKdUJFPny9kzZZUAyUfoA/s200/mother+and+child.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I climbed in bed with my son last night. I had to navigate the nylon mesh rail that keeps him from falling out. He's in a "big boy bed" now. I'm not sure why we took him out of his crib already; he'd certainly still fit. Maybe we were in a hurry for him to grow or maybe we were sick of bending over to pick him up. Whatever the reason, he's now officially out of babyhood. So, I climbed from the bottom of the bed up to the top. He's sleeping on his big brother's Spiderman pillowcase. It was a little damp, but that's okay. Since surgery a few weeks ago I haven't been able to pick him up and hold him and I just wanted to put my arms around him for a little bit. I am terrified that by the time I'm allowed to lift him again, he'll be ready for college and won't be able to wrap his little skinny legs around my waist anymore. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He is absolutely the most spectacular person I have met in a long time. Perfect little eyelashes and this huge forehead housing magnificently large thoughts for a two-and-a-half-year-old. He's not even quiet when he sleeps; he whooshes a little. I just laid there and watched him. Touching him might have woken him and God knows we wouldn't want to do that! But, to watch him sleep made me feel so small. So finite. So human.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am constantly amazed that my Father God thought me worthy enough to be in charge of these little people living in my house. I look at them and wonder how I ever grew old enough to have children, let alone intelligent ones with attitudes, opinions and language! It's a little overwhelming, scary and humbling to think that for the rest of my life (and theirs) we'll be together one way or another. I prayfully ask that I not screw this up.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>I watch you from the corner of my eye</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>I see all that you do</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Yet your secrets lie deep inside you</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>You are your own person</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Not mine</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Only on loan to me for a </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Lifetime.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>I'm sorry now for what will come</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>You asked not</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>You chose not</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>You begged to be left alone</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>To be yourself</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Yet I interfered and mothered you.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>I will one day need you</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>To care for me </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>To still love me</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>To consider me your elder</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Your friend</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Your</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Life.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Please.</strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-88795886084580923272007-01-03T11:33:00.000-05:002007-01-03T12:29:43.803-05:00AgapeCan a sweater make you feel smarter? I found this old vintage wool cardigan in a box last week. It's kind of ugly and scratchy, but so incredibly warm. I decided that I'll wear it each time I sit down to begin studying. So far today it has worked. Information seems to be soaking into my brain so much better today than yesterday. Either it's the sweater or the morphine has worn off and my fog has lifted!<br /><br />I am fascinated today with Agape love. <a href="http://www.rzim.org/">Ravi Zacharias</a> is a world renowned speaker and author. In the mid 1980s, he was the Spiritual Emphasis Week speaker at <a href="http://www.dalat.org/">Dalat High School</a> in Penang, Malaysia where I attended. He spent the week talking to us about love. (I even had breakfast with him one morning). To this day, the only thing I remember from any of the speakers in the four years I attended was something that Ravi said.<br /><br /><strong><em>"Love is an act of your will. You will wake up one morning, in bed with your spouse, and you will not feel mushy gushy anymore. You may have to will yourself to love them."</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />That has stayed with me all these years, and may I say, I have put it into practice on occasion. And I am sure Andy has too.<br /><br />But, that statement for me embodies Agape love. The unabashed, unconditional love for everyone, regardless of how we feel about them otherwise. An act of the will, which then manifests itself in action and deed without thought to reward.<br /><br />Would that we all Love one another!Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-35600795636752603172006-12-31T16:12:00.000-05:002006-12-31T16:17:10.464-05:00Happy New Year!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedcGx-J-VrSzAYhxurzdTqTbDu7sj6IckMfk6CvlqxPuCl-EScfiyS4LAaA6Hv8wD6S-03tbqFbjV0_SiEyon1hBjEPuzl3L9eS3g4wQAcfvq0kGN94rpfNhg1bnDeSL-by5eVQ/s1600-h/DSCF4354.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014802752914193970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedcGx-J-VrSzAYhxurzdTqTbDu7sj6IckMfk6CvlqxPuCl-EScfiyS4LAaA6Hv8wD6S-03tbqFbjV0_SiEyon1hBjEPuzl3L9eS3g4wQAcfvq0kGN94rpfNhg1bnDeSL-by5eVQ/s200/DSCF4354.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Christmas lasts about one week here in The Gilgers Compound. Along with the rest of the world, we do the Christmas morning thing with the kids and the presents. Topped off with a fantastic ham, mashed potatoes, green beans and pecan pie kinda meal, Christmas Day is nothing short of typical and wonderfully relaxing. Especially this year when I can’t do anything and must rely on my mother and Andy to do all the work. Then, we have the Gilger version of Christmas when the Canadians descend and we have another round of gift giving and whirlwind eating. This year was weirder than last, you’ll have to ask me later what I mean by that, but it became painfully obvious that the elder generation in this family is really starting to lose touch with their children. As dementia and stress set in, Andy’s parents seem to be trying harder and harder to please us with their gifts, and can’t seem to figure out who we are and what we’d like anymore. It is melancholy and sad. It is now truly the thought that counts.<br /><br />New Year’s Eve is now upon us. This will be the biggest meal of the year. Our traditional Chinese Hot Pot. I know there are those of you that are on the waiting list for this meal. Let this be our practice run, and then we’ll have you over. If we were in Hong Kong, it is possible we would be eating outdoors. I remember as a child eating at makeshift outdoor restaurants. Strings of bare lightbulbs surrounding dozens of round tables with bubbling woks in the center. We’d wear our coats and eat this two hour meal outside.<br /><br />New Year’s also calls for resolutions, I suppose. I don’t make them because I never keep them, but it’s a nice idea. If I was to resolve something this year, it would be to live more simply than I do now. Not that I want to change my lifestyle, but maybe my thinking in some ways. I will never be all that plain, but it wouldn’t hurt me to simplify. I’ll start with throwing out (or freestyling) all the stuff I haven’t used in the past year. I’ve got a few weeks worth of time on my hands.<br /><br />Check with me in a month or so to see how I did.</div>Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1166897332927083252006-12-23T12:11:00.000-05:002006-12-23T13:08:52.973-05:00Reflections on Christmas<span style="font-family:arial;">Christmas is only about three days away now. My kids are really antsy, anticipating the fun of Christmas morning and opening presents. They were well prepared ahead of time that this year we would be doing things a little differently now that Mommy will be lying on the couch, recliner or in bed most of the time. But, they still are so excited that it's almost making them irritable.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We each year want so badly for Christmas celebrations to focus on the joyous birth of Christ and the coming of salvation through Him. We find we must <strong>remind</strong> ourselves that the holiday is about the virigin birth and not about gifts and eating cookies. As Christians we act almost pious when we say that we are "focusing more on the <strong>true meaning of Christmas" </strong>instead of the hustle and bustle of the holiday. But there is absolutely no way, short of going to live in a yurt in Mongolia for a month, that we can separate the secular traditions of winter holidays around the world with the celebration of the birth of Christ.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you think that God REALLY cares? Do you think that when Christ was born quietly and humbly in a stable with only a few very smart men and lucky shepherds at his side...do you think God was <strong>hoping</strong> that someday someone would decide we should have this big party and ceremony to celebrate this quiet birth?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4939/1511/1600/619042/nativity.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4939/1511/200/873273/nativity.jpg" border="0" /></a> Do you think he intended for it to be a big deal? I don't. I don't think He intended for ceremony to get in the way of what it's all about. And now, there is no great distinction between the Santa Claus version of Christmas (which is also based on some facts) and the Bible version of Christmas (which is also based in facts.) </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p></p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">However, I sometimes think that God is exceedingly happy that we use Christ's birth as an excuse for getting together with friends and family. As an excuse for exchanging gifts, putting aside differences, for eating a great big fat meal together. As an excuse to decorate our homes for winter and bring cheer to the bleak winter landscape with our holly and ivy! I don't think he cares too much that we go overboard on spending for our children (if we can) and spoil each other a little. I don't think he's keeping track. After all....Jesus Christ was born to bring LOVE back into the world. If he can do that by giving two "non believers" a reason to go to a party and exchange gifts with each other, then GREAT! If he brought LOVE back by reconciling a daughter with her family over turkey dinner, then, that's what he wanted to do, right? If a kiss under the mistletoe is what makes my heart full of love for once, then Jesus came for that, didn't he? I personally think St. Nicholas was a really awesome guy! He had the right idea. He loved people.</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4939/1511/1600/513006/Christmas%2005%20011.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4939/1511/200/694763/Christmas%2005%20011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want my children to celebrate the birth of Christ right along with me. But, I don't want to exhaust myself trying to explain what advent is or make myself feel guilt over having a really fun time with the holiday either. I love shopping, baking cookies and wrapping presents. I love bringing greens inside and decorating a tree with silly little sentimental trinkets. I love mistletoe and egg nog and sleigh rides and jingle bells. And I am pretty sure that Christ doesn't care that I like all that stuff. I think he's having fun trying to keep up with my swirling thoughts. I think we should have this great winter holiday and call it just that. A "winter holiday" and keep it as wild and crazy and flamboyant as possible.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then, I think we should <strong>solemnly </strong>and <strong>quietly</strong> celebrate the birth of Christ. We should have candlelight services with carols and scripture and prophesy read. We should shout "hallelujah" just as I am sure the angels did. Glory to God in the Highest and Peace on Earth. Then, bring <strong><em>ourselves as gifts to the altar</em></strong> before the Christ. We should talk about nothing else but the birth of Christ around our dinner tables and read the scripture stories over and over to our children for a week. The one from the Bible, not <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b/105-1476875-6379647?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=jothams+journey">Jotham's Journey</a> or the story as viewed by the mouse under the hay. Teaching them, and teaching eachother, how great LOVE entered the world that day. How from that humble cry, that nursing baby, came light and hope and love everlasting. That without that baby boy, we would have no reason to live. Pour out our hearts to our kids about the love we know and how we have come to know it. No fluff, no fuss, no gifts, no trees, just celebration in it's rawest form. Then we should be done and begin to look towards Easter with anticipation.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And I think we should do that in March or some other equally quiet month when no other holidays clutter the calendar! Then, and only then, might it really mean what it should. </span>Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1166464365410450712006-12-18T12:48:00.000-05:002006-12-18T12:52:45.426-05:00A Month to Ponder LifeSo, tomorrow I trust the doctors with my body while I sleep through a fairly violent surgery I think. Apparently I need a cardiothoracic surgeon to help out my neurosurgeon since there are too many major blood vessels to contend with on the way to my spine! Thank God for insurance, since this is likely a $100,000 morning without a doubt.<br /><br />I am terrified. Not of the surgery, I know that'll be great, but of the recovery. After coming home I have to be so very very careful not to screw up everything that the good doctors have tried to fix. No lifting, driving, bending, carrying, turning or pulling anything incorrectly for at least a month. So that means, I need a babysitter for myself and I am at the mercy of anyone that loves me enough to get me out of the house.<br /><br />I am NOT a good sit-down kinda person. I won't be able to work for a month, which besides the financial strain that will place on us, will likely make me totally insane!<br /><br />Oh, well....it will also fix the pain I have been in for over 13 years now and that will all be worth it. I just wish my kids weren't so worried.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1163806808991413102006-11-17T18:25:00.000-05:002006-11-17T18:40:09.006-05:00Back To School!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/1600/education017.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/200/education017.gif" border="0" /></a><br />So, I am finally taking the plunge back into school. It has only taken me fifteen years and a lot of avoidance to finally get off my tuckus and figure out what it is that God has been calling me to. I have loved my nursing profession but it is just not what my whole life is about. I love the job I have now in sales (yes, Jon, I do) and I don't want to ever not do that. In fact, I think I'd have a pretty good head for business given half a chance and would love it. I like making money and working and all those things and I am not ashamed to say it. I could be content to work in the business world forever.<br /><br />However, in my personal life, God has been whacking me over the head very very firmly for a few months. I have shared before about my relentless pursuit of my God and how much I want to know him and serve him and live under his covenant and grace. So....I am headed back to school to pursue a degree in Religious Studies with the idea of some day doing some chaplaincy work. Maybe on a volunteer basis. Maybe getting the classes to just deepen my own faith and stretch my soggy brain a bit. I really don't know what the final picture holds. I just know that it's now or never, said He, and so here I go. <br /><br />There! I have said it out loud, so now I must follow through! I will be doing this online through Regent University, which is not my first choice for schools, by all means, but is the only one that offers what I want completely online. I'd like to get enough under my belt that I can then perhaps attend class in a classroom locally, there just isn't much around.<br /><br />So....since so little actually happens in my life, here's one more thing to add to my list!<br /><br />Pray for me please. I may or may not make it through this with the patience that I need without prayer support (and offers of babysitting on occasion!) I'll be working full time, being a mommy, daughter, wife, friend, and student. No problem!!! AAARRRRGGHHH! But, if you know me at all, you know that I thrive on a little chaos. <br /><br />I'll keep you posted. This starts in January.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1163556066673617512006-11-14T20:55:00.000-05:002006-11-14T21:01:06.686-05:00The Bible Is A Lie (And other things your kids hear)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/1600/cross2.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/200/cross2.gif" border="0" /></a><br />My daughter's friend was here yesterday for hours. In fact, she's a neighbor of ours, and about 3 years older than Erin. Erin is 7.<br /><br />Each day I pray with my children before they leave for school. I tell them constantly how magnificent God is. How REAL he is. How he is responsible for every breath that they take and that any minute now he's going to ruffle their hair. I am forever telling them that He can do Anything they ask of Him in faith and that He will always do what is best, even if they don't think so at the time. My goal in life is to leave a legacy of faith and amazing reliance on the Grace of Jesus that my children will want nothing more in their lives.<br /><br />But, my daughter's friend told her yesterday that God "isn't real" and that "the Bible is a lie."<br /><br />When I asked Erin what her response was, she said:<br /><br />"I was drawing a picture of the Bible. I told her that God was real and that all you have to do is look out the window to know that!"<br /><br />Cool.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1163525929185487342006-11-14T12:10:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:38:49.576-05:00VeteransAs a young Anabaptist wife I am in a unique position of being married to a veteran of the US Army. I am also the daughter-in-law and sister-in-law of veterans. Andy's Dad served proudly in WWII on board a ship as a radio man. <br /><br />Veteran's Day this past weekend went by quietly for the most part. In our home, the men spent the day watching old war movies like Torah, Torah, Torah!! and documentaries about the Japanese and American air battles over the seas of Japan and Pearl Harbor and Guadalcanal and wherever else. (I admit that my grasp on the history of war in this country is limited as to chronology. ) There is a sense of pride and honor displayed in my husband when he talks about the military and his time there. The uniform, the ribbons, medals and other formal outward shows of valor mean a lot to him. (And, I admit to being very thankful that he learned how to iron so well).<br /><br />There has always been a struggle in our home between the idea of being members of a peace loving congregation and the fact that my husband's family is rife with military personnel. That is the one and only thing about the Mennonite Church that Andy has not ever been able to reconcile with his own personal beliefs regarding war. Steeped in tradition and the culture of his life is military pride and steeped in mine is the idea that war is evil and wrong and totally against God.<br /><br />Listening to Titus speak on the effects of land mines and cluster bombs years after the war was a grim reminder to me of something in my childhood that frightened me very much. Living in Hong Kong in the 70s and 80s, there were still many remnants of Japanese occupation of the city during WWII. A commercial on tv warned of the dangers of picking up unexploded bombs and landmines. I remember the commercial...a group of people hiking in the hills and find something interesting laying in the grass. Someone picks it up, only to have it explode in their arms and then there is just blood everywhere. As a child, that commercial terrified me and I was always worried about stepping on something like that when we would go hiking to the old battlegrounds in the hills.<br /><br />I wish to applaude the efforts of Brian in our services over a few Sundays to recognize the men of the US Army that are fighting in Iraq along with the Iraqi people that are suffering. While I personally believe that violence only begets violence and that Jesus would be the first to campaign for peace without arms, we cannot deny the human toll this will have on our country as well as others. The American servicemen are no less human than their Iraqi counterparts, yet we vilify them for being involved in a war. We have somehow concluded that the only suffering in war happens to the innocent civilian victims of the war and don't have much sympathy for the suffering of the soldiers on either side. Let's keep remembering that there are mothers and sisters and wives and daughters on all fronts that are heart broken, hurting and need our prayers and support. These are the families that we will run into every day in our communities...we need to be prepared to love them and help them. We need to be ready to honor the sacrifices that they have made in their lives as human beings. We must be careful not to hurt them more by condemning their actions as evil and ungodly. We must be careful, oh so careful, not to judge.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1162932450725987932006-11-07T15:39:00.000-05:002006-11-07T15:47:30.726-05:00My Side of Motherhood<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/1600/kids%20006.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/200/kids%20006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Being a mom is just the hardest thing I have ever done in my life! It tries the very edge of patience nearly each day, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I am writing a book called "My Side of Motherhood" and I hope one day it will be published. I think there might be people who would enjoy it, if not.....oh well.<br /><br />It is a book designed for the real mom. Y'know the ones who have real issues. All glory is given to God for giving me a sense of humor when there are Cheerios permanently embedded in my beautiful kitchen tile and ketchup is a vegetable at my table! But, I find myself so often reading books about how wonderful motherhood is always and that's just not true! Flip little devotionals designed to get you through the day..yeah right! No offense to those writers and the readers who read them, I really like those books, but I think it's about time for a mother who hides in the bathroom to get away from the noise to step up and speak!<br /><br />I do love my children, and without them, I just can't imagine. Here are a couple of exerpts from the book that are more serious. Let me know what you think.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I wake up and try my smile on.<br />It doesn’t fit yet.<br />Sleep calls me back under the warmth<br />But a cry calls me out.<br />Somehow morning came again and I am not ready.<br />The little feet and mouths<br />That follow me all day and demand of me<br />Make me tired.<br />Whose idea was this anyway? To have these little ones.<br />Was it mine? Was it his? Or did we just not think it out?<br />My plans are undone while little bodies get dressed.<br />My desires are pushed back while little bellies get fed.<br />My books go unread while silly games are played.<br />My God gets ignored while I wipe sleep from my eyes.<br />In each eye I see trust.<br />What did I do to deserve that? Why do I want that?<br />On each tongue I hear love proclaimed.<br />How will I ever protect that?<br />Can I return it the way they need?<br />I tuck them in. Tuck tuck tuck tuck tuck and a kiss.<br />Back out the door.<br />Turn out the light. Finally, rest.<br />For me.<br />But, I can’t. They’ll stop breathing if I’m not watching.<br />They’ll be taken in the middle of the night and I’ll never<br />Never<br />See them again.<br />They’ll get cold if I don’t check.<br />They’ll be lonely. Scared. Afraid of the monster under the bed.<br />Each heartbeat depends on mine.<br />I fall asleep with the start of a smile<br />And a tear waiting just on the edge of my lid.</span></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">THE SIGN OF THE CROSS</span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> As I tucked my ten-year-old son in to bed last night, he did a weird thing. With closed eyes and sleepy limbs he seemed to wave his hands over his stomach and chest before he pulled the covers up. There was something very deliberate about it though and it took me a minute to figure out what he was doing. I stood and stared for a minute before I asked him, "Do you do that every night?"<br /> "Yes," he replied. "I always do that. It helps me feel safe."<br /> It seems that my most profound moments with this child are when he is half asleep. This is the same boy who sat and talked to God at the foot of his bed when he was yet in diapers. And last night, he did something so simple yet so subconsciously that I wondered how often and how long he had been doing it. It is apparently part of his bedtime ritual, performed with the fog of sleep closing in, yet so meaningful to him.<br /> He was crossing himself. Making the sign of the cross over his body to protect him from harm and notify the world that he is the child of God.<br /> When will I be so entrenched in my relationship with my relationship with Jesus, that even in my sleep I invite him to be with me? When will it be second nature to me to call out to him, rather than a last resort when all my attempts otherwise fail?<br /> When will I ever learn?</p><div align="center"><br /></span> </div>Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1162928909542638962006-11-07T14:44:00.000-05:002006-11-07T14:48:29.543-05:00Unashamed Desire!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/1600/magvtz.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1511/320/magvtz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Unashamed Desire<br /><br />I have fallen in love many times in my life. At least, I think so. The heart fluttering, sweaty palms kind of nausea that we come to recognize as falling hard. I have never been a man, but I imagine these feelings are similar for them. I have watched otherwise normal men I know get really foolish in the presence of women and can only imagine they are ready to buckle any minute. It’s great! If only it could be bottled and sprayed on every morning, the aroma of that kind of fresh new love would sustain us all through each crazy moment!<br /><br />I remember the night I met my husband, I didn’t actual fall in love….I jumped feet first towards it and landed hard! And then I pursued this man. I called him all the time. I sent him balloons. I worked night shift and would stay up all day if it meant I’d get to hang out with him for a while. I memorized his voice, the way he walked, and I couldn’t get the thought of him out of my head. The first time he held me I nearly fainted, I felt so safe. He’d say things to me and I’d believe everything he told me about myself. He told me I was pretty, I was fun and one day that he loved me. I was relentless about wanting to be with him in every imaginable way. Nothing else in my agenda mattered if the promise of his time was there. I wanted to get to know everything about him. To learn his likes, his dislikes and what his dreams were. Every day I was excited to learn something new and I couldn’t wait to build a future with him!<br /><br />I have begun to feel that unabashed, unembarrassed, anxious, impatient desire again. This time though,not with any man, but with my God. Jeremiah 1 says that before I was even a thought in a woman’s mind, He knew me. It doesn’t say that I was an afterthought or that I was someone He’d like to get to know, but that He already KNEW me! Wahoo! He has always known me, now I want to know him. He wants that too, and has made it really simple for me to do. In my hands, I hold His words and thoughts. He has written me a love letter and each morning I read another page. I have begun to read His Word as though it was written just for me. Each letter penned with love and a passionate desire for me to learn to know Him and everything He dreams of. I want to immerse myself in Him. Not only to hide His words in my heart in order to stay blameless, but to turn to his Word for everything. My first answer to any question should come from His heart, not my own. I want to drown in his love, to breathe out everything that I breathe in from his letter to me. Each night as I lay down, I tell Him that I can’t wait to talk with Him again in the morning, and the excitement I get when He wakes me is awesome! It’s that fresh new love, sweaty palms, crazy excited feeling again. I can’t wait to hear what fantastic thing He’ll teach me about my life and his desires today.<br /><br />I have found in Him my perfect friend, wholly sovereign authority in my life and the lover of my soul. In the words of Moses to the Lord, “You have said, ‘I know you by name and you have found favor with me.’ If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you.”Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1141758851501339752006-03-07T14:00:00.000-05:002006-03-08T16:02:05.376-05:00Pure Joy in All ThingsI met an amazing kid a few months ago. He is eight years old and one of the smallest eight year olds I know. He doesn't have a lot of coordination, his speech is sometimes a little hard to understand and he isn't all that great at the game of basketball. That's where I met him, when I was helping to coach my son's basketball team. This young man was one of our seven players.<br /><br />Like I said, basketball isn't his thing, and I am not sure that any sport will be. His shots were "granny shots" to say the least, and he had a hard time dribbling without the ball getting ahead of him and then landing on the court, knees first. But he had FUN and didn't give up! When one of his shots made it through the net, the smile on his face just lit up the room! When he got the ball in hand, his determination was something we could all use! He just kept going and going and going.<br /><br />Most of the other boys were going for fancy three pointers and under the leg dribbling during practice, but this little one just plodded along. He improved a little by the end of the season, not a lot, and didn't make any amazing plays or dunk shots.<br /><br />He did, however, change my life a little.<br /><br />If I could for just one moment, be that joyful in my life, I would give my weight in lollipops to know what that feels like. His joy, even when he was frustrated, he had a joy that eminated out of him. Life is really simple...just give it all you've got and have fun with it!Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1141674011419979332006-03-06T14:35:00.000-05:002006-03-06T14:40:11.706-05:00Pain is a PainI have no idea how much longer I can put up with the physical pain my body is in. The only time I really feel good is when I am doing something physical/mental at the same time. Otherwise, the past few days, this pain has gotten intensely worse.<br /><br />I am now told that I have to have surgery. Financially, emotionally and physically, that is the absolute last thing I want to do! But, after putting this off for 13 years now, it is time. I only wish I could wait until summer was over, but I don't know if I can.<br /><br />I am also pretty sure that unless I go back to school for four years, I will not be able to function as a nurse in this county any longer. The only jobs open at the moment for LPNs are those in long term care or doctor's offices. I cannot physically do the work of a long term care nurse, nor do I want to, that isn't my strong suit. I would love to work at the doctor's office full time, but wouldn't be happy there for the next 30 years either. These are my dilemmas.<br /><br />So, a career change is in the wind. Something else that I have always wanted to do besides write. I already know how to sell things, so maybe a sales career. I'd enjoy that immensely. Something to help pay the bills, and something I'd love doing at the same time.<br /><br />Who knows? I only hope that my God sees fit to make the way clear with the greatest of ease. I could really use a break!Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1126483551709966402005-09-11T20:02:00.000-04:002005-09-11T20:05:51.713-04:00It's Sunday night againSo...it's Sunday night and another week gone. I read and re-read all the books on writing and freelancing that I can and I dream of the day when I truly can say I am a freelance writer. I guess I can now, although, no new assignements in the last few months, just the ongoing ones. I would dearly love to have an entire 12 hours to sit at my keyboard and write articles.<br /><br />Other than that, we haven't been real great about meeting together in the mornings (my husband and I), since the 18 month old alarm clock we have seems to know when we want to be alone and wakes up that much earlier. We'll need to find another time of day.<br /><br />I listen to NPR now all the time in the car. It occurs to me that people are interested in just about anything, now aren't they? You can listen a whole hour to someone talk about the benefits of playing in a woodwind orchestra and not notice that you haven't ever cared about that before. I think it's the announcer/interviewer's voice. They must hire people with voices that are just hypnotic, because anything can sound interesting.Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1125970928668020982005-09-05T21:38:00.000-04:002005-09-05T21:42:08.673-04:00Sadness in the midstI am saddened and somehow slowed down by the events in the Gulf. Hurricane winds and rains have ravaged this country and my daily life now doesn't seem to matter. The things I worry about and the things that I seem to hold dear, no longer count when placed alongside the sufferings of others. My life is so trivial. I watch mothers hold hungry babies and wonder why I worry about what to make for dinner. I watch old women die in wheelchairs and think, there is my mother but for the Grace of my God.<br /><br />What saddens me most is the idea that in this great United States, these things shouldn't happen. As though we were somehow immune to tragedy and suffering. That is a lot of uptight, proud thinking and so wrong. We are no more human than others and no more important that the victims of any civil war, any natural disaster or any tragedy in any other part of the world. But our arrogance goes before us and says "Why me?"Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16068103.post-1125498804483169292005-08-31T10:16:00.000-04:002005-08-31T10:33:24.486-04:00Here we goMy first blog entry on the road to further realization of what my life's journey holds. I figure that if I can write for myself in a journal, then I should at some point be able to share that with others. My mother is sharing parts of her diary with me lately, and that is just fascinating to hear what she truly felt, saw and experienced when I was a child.<br /><br />I want to chronicle here my intentional walk with my God and the steps I am taking along with my husband and children toward a deeper knowledge of who He is in my life. How can I learn to know myself well, when my creator is a stranger to me? So, my husband and I are now getting up before the rest of our household to have prayer together each day. For each other, our family and our work, we pray a blessing. We then read through the morning office of the Divine Hours and complete our fifteen minutes together before he heads off to work. I have found my day to go more smoothly since we started. Not that things are changing around me, but within me. I handle things differently knowing that I launched the morning with a dedication of the day to God, and that has kept me more grounded and more accountable for what my thoughts and actions are. I am more sleepy though, so I need to work on that a bit!<br /><br />I am trying to discern what direction my life should take. I have been a freelance writer for many years and only now am beginning to earn a small (very small) monthly paycheck from one or two places. I need to contribute to household expenses, but need to stay home to do so. I have also started an eBay selling life...and am having a fantastic time doing that. It's a fairly easy and safe way to unwind and make a few bucks and enjoy something outside of anything else I have ever done. So...I am seeking to discern whether or not I should continue with these things and have faith that God will continue to bless them and bring more homebased freelance work my way...or do I go back to work as a nurse for a "real" paycheck. I have no peace about doing that yet, but the bills still come due.<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>My God, grant in me this day the patience to wait for what you have in store. The courage to quietly reflect and shut out the noise and hear you. The wisdom to know which voice to listen to and the energy to act on it. Thank you for who you are. You simply are.</em></div>Audrey Gilgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16084062936227724553noreply@blogger.com0