Last night we enjoyed an al fresco dinner on the patio. The weather was perfect--low 80's, no wind. We threw our corn cobs to the chickens and they had a feast, too. Joel had fun interrupting their dinner by chasing them around the yard. Elizabeth and Paul played croquet with Daddy. Grace played bad mitten and Lydia skipped and sang, joining the others as her whims lead her.
Grace put Joel in his little swing on the play set and pushed him, much to his delight. Then the other kids joined him on the play set. Matt and I sat in lawn chairs and watched as Lydia repeatedly slid down the slide and Joel kept running to the periscope to put his mouth over the end and yell something unintelligible into it every few minutes.
Aside from the not very nice comments I've been getting about this pregnancy, I've also received many other comments of genuine concern. "How will you manage?" and "You must have so much patience." (Hah, hah). Honestly, when I look at things from the human perspective, I get overwhelmed, but when I "turn my eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face, then the things of earth grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace." The only way I've managed so far is by the grace of God and that's the only way I'll manage in the future. He alone provides the patience, the energy and the love I need to pour out to my children and husband. Do I stumble? Most certainly I do. Then I return to The Cross and start again. Isn't it lovely that as Christians we can always return to our Heavenly Father for forgiveness?
As Matt and I sat watching the five children last night as the evening shadows fell over the lawn, I felt little Jude moving inside me and thanked God for how blessed I am. God alone is the Creator and Giver of life. Children are a blessing, not a curse, as our society wants us to believe.
"Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children are a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate." Psalm 127:3-5
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Surrounded by Love
Our house blessing/warming went remarkably well on Saturday. We had about 25 kids and 30 adults show up at different times throughout the afternoon. Our house was full of family and friends. Matt and I were overwhelmed by all the love and good wishes we received.
Paul was the candle bearer during the house blessing. He took his job very seriously. It was so cute. Our friend got a picture of him. I'll have to get it from her and post it soon. Pastor and Matt did a wonderful job of leading the group through the readings and prayers. We concluded the house blessing portion of the afternoon by singing our family hymn, "To God Be the Glory."
Matt and I enjoyed seeing old and new friends and were also priviledged to have special family members make time in their day to celebrate with us as well. Matt's 95 year old Grandma Ethel came as did my Uncle Keith. He took time out of his busy harvest schedule, driving three hours total, to spend a little time with us and be here on our special day.
The kids had a ball, playing inside and out, upstairs and down and eating way too much licorice and cookies.
When the party was over, Grandma Jane whisked Grace off to a hotel for some special one-on-one time. Grandpa Tom stayed here with us (good thing we had gotten a mattress for the spare bed). The kids were so happy to have an overnight guest. They were awfully tired, though, and therefore a bit on the noisy side. I'm sure Grandpa was quite happy to be heading back to his own quiet house on Sunday morning.
As Matt and I lay in bed last night, we reflected on the Lord's goodness. We are surrounded by so many people who love and support us and we are truly grateful.
"Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!" Psalm 107:8
Paul was the candle bearer during the house blessing. He took his job very seriously. It was so cute. Our friend got a picture of him. I'll have to get it from her and post it soon. Pastor and Matt did a wonderful job of leading the group through the readings and prayers. We concluded the house blessing portion of the afternoon by singing our family hymn, "To God Be the Glory."
Matt and I enjoyed seeing old and new friends and were also priviledged to have special family members make time in their day to celebrate with us as well. Matt's 95 year old Grandma Ethel came as did my Uncle Keith. He took time out of his busy harvest schedule, driving three hours total, to spend a little time with us and be here on our special day.
The kids had a ball, playing inside and out, upstairs and down and eating way too much licorice and cookies.
When the party was over, Grandma Jane whisked Grace off to a hotel for some special one-on-one time. Grandpa Tom stayed here with us (good thing we had gotten a mattress for the spare bed). The kids were so happy to have an overnight guest. They were awfully tired, though, and therefore a bit on the noisy side. I'm sure Grandpa was quite happy to be heading back to his own quiet house on Sunday morning.
As Matt and I lay in bed last night, we reflected on the Lord's goodness. We are surrounded by so many people who love and support us and we are truly grateful.
"Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!" Psalm 107:8
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Open House
We're having a house blessing this weekend. It'll be a chance to celebrate the Lord's goodness to us and to thank all those who helped us with our big move. If someone would have told me we'd be moving three months ago, I would have said, "No way." God has really provided for us in some awesome ways and this weekend will be a chance to celebrate that.
A friend told me not too long ago that the way to get things done around your house is to schedule a party. It's very motivating, she said. Well, we're pretty motivated. My friend Lisa came over a couple of weeks ago and unpacked Matt's office and all the books from my personal library. She also came over today and we got the basement whipped into shape. Lisa brings her three little ones with her when she comes and my kids LOVE to play with them. It's great to have a friend who can do the heavy lifting and even the thinking when my pregnant body won't allow for those things.
Matt hung up the hardware in the bathroom tonight. I took all the old hardware down when I painted and we've been doing without towel bars for the past couple of weeks. Grace and Elizabeth are quite pleased with their bedroom. They've completed the task of unpacking their boxes and I was able to buy a valance for their window at Wal-Mart. They're tickled.
Matt's got his "meat candy" recipe at the ready for this weekend. That's what he calls his favorite appetizer--bacon wrapped Lil' Smokies sprinkled with brown sugar and crisped under the broiler.
Anybody who wants to come help us celebrate this weekend is more than welcome. Just give us a call for directions and the time.
A friend told me not too long ago that the way to get things done around your house is to schedule a party. It's very motivating, she said. Well, we're pretty motivated. My friend Lisa came over a couple of weeks ago and unpacked Matt's office and all the books from my personal library. She also came over today and we got the basement whipped into shape. Lisa brings her three little ones with her when she comes and my kids LOVE to play with them. It's great to have a friend who can do the heavy lifting and even the thinking when my pregnant body won't allow for those things.
Matt hung up the hardware in the bathroom tonight. I took all the old hardware down when I painted and we've been doing without towel bars for the past couple of weeks. Grace and Elizabeth are quite pleased with their bedroom. They've completed the task of unpacking their boxes and I was able to buy a valance for their window at Wal-Mart. They're tickled.
Matt's got his "meat candy" recipe at the ready for this weekend. That's what he calls his favorite appetizer--bacon wrapped Lil' Smokies sprinkled with brown sugar and crisped under the broiler.
Anybody who wants to come help us celebrate this weekend is more than welcome. Just give us a call for directions and the time.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Home Front
We dropped off all the house keys we could find at the other house last Thursday night. This freed us, for the first time since we've moved, to focus entirely on this house over the weekend.
My parents came down and spent the day with us on Saturday. My mom entertained the kids ALL day. She played every card and board game the kids dragged out and also every other game they made up. Mom commented on how Lydia makes her opinions very clearly known to everyone. Yep, that's Lydia. She's a work in progress, but aren't we all?
Matt and Joey replaced the dishwasher early in the morning. Washing dishes before putting them in the dishwasher isn't my definition of a dishwasher. More like a dish rinser and dryer. We found a replacement on Craigslist and I'm much happier with it. It was quite a feat to get the old one out and the new one in, but Matt and Joey finally managed it.
Matt and Joey then went to work on reassembling the shed. It turned out that "just scraping the sod a little" didn't really describe the magnitude of the job. Matt and Joey worked in the heat cutting and shoveling sod for three or four hours. Then my dad and Matt went to the rental place to buy sand for leveling the area so that the shed would sit evenly.
My dad put the bottom panel of the dishwasher on (after two trips to Lowes to find the right screws.) Like I told my dad, Matt and I have learned that every thing in the area of house repair/maintenance takes ten times longer than you think it will. Now I have a real dishwasher and I'm very pleased.
We went to early church yesterday, did a little Sunday school at home, and then got to work again. (I know, the Sabbath is supposed to be a day of rest.) Well, we got quite a bit done and Matt and I even enjoyed our first dip in the hot tub (it was really the tepid tub--so it was safe for baby Jude). I kept thinking, "this can't be me in this hot tub." Matt said, "Well, here you go Melissa, you have a hot tub now. I never would have bought you one, but it came with the house." Matt's not one for hot soaks, but I am. In this case the water was more pool temperature, but after the baby comes we can turn up the temperature. Thank you, God for a hot tub.
My parents came down and spent the day with us on Saturday. My mom entertained the kids ALL day. She played every card and board game the kids dragged out and also every other game they made up. Mom commented on how Lydia makes her opinions very clearly known to everyone. Yep, that's Lydia. She's a work in progress, but aren't we all?
Matt and Joey replaced the dishwasher early in the morning. Washing dishes before putting them in the dishwasher isn't my definition of a dishwasher. More like a dish rinser and dryer. We found a replacement on Craigslist and I'm much happier with it. It was quite a feat to get the old one out and the new one in, but Matt and Joey finally managed it.
Matt and Joey then went to work on reassembling the shed. It turned out that "just scraping the sod a little" didn't really describe the magnitude of the job. Matt and Joey worked in the heat cutting and shoveling sod for three or four hours. Then my dad and Matt went to the rental place to buy sand for leveling the area so that the shed would sit evenly.
My dad put the bottom panel of the dishwasher on (after two trips to Lowes to find the right screws.) Like I told my dad, Matt and I have learned that every thing in the area of house repair/maintenance takes ten times longer than you think it will. Now I have a real dishwasher and I'm very pleased.
We went to early church yesterday, did a little Sunday school at home, and then got to work again. (I know, the Sabbath is supposed to be a day of rest.) Well, we got quite a bit done and Matt and I even enjoyed our first dip in the hot tub (it was really the tepid tub--so it was safe for baby Jude). I kept thinking, "this can't be me in this hot tub." Matt said, "Well, here you go Melissa, you have a hot tub now. I never would have bought you one, but it came with the house." Matt's not one for hot soaks, but I am. In this case the water was more pool temperature, but after the baby comes we can turn up the temperature. Thank you, God for a hot tub.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Brain Training
I have to commend Elizabeth for her stamina and motivation this past week during her "perception correction training." She far exceeded my expectations. She loved every minute of the training and even when she got tired she wouldn't quit. The woman who worked with Elizabeth finally had to tell her to take a break when she needed one.
Matt and I spent about two hours with Elizabeth and her teacher on Friday afternoon. We learned what Elizabeth had been doing all week. We had a general idea what the week was going to involve before it started, but it was good to get specifics.
Kids who are visual spatial learners do really well if they have a picture to attach to a word. If they are able to picture the word they are trying to learn, say an apple, the word can easily be stored in their long term memory and not be stumbled over again when they read. However, words that do not have a natural picture, for example, "there," "where," etc., will throw these kids off track.
Elizabeth spent a large part of the week looking up these "non-picture" words in a dictionary, then forming representations of the words out of clay. Once a picture is attached to the word, the child can easily store it in long term memory. So at the end of our two hour session, the woman had Matt and me work with the clay. Sounds easy, right? Not exactly, especially if you're not naturally a visual spatial thinker, which neither Matt nor I are.
I was given the word "make." I thought, "This will be a cinch. I'll just make a clay figure of Elizabeth with some clay in her hands." First, I had to look up the word in the dictionary. The woman told me to simplify the definition to "to build or create." Next, I made my clay figure. The only problem was, I made a completed clay project for my clay Elizabeth to hold. "That's 'made,' not 'make'," the woman said. Then I had to do "making." I pointed to my clay figure and said, "There is Elizabeth making something with clay." Wrong again. I needed to fashion two other people who were having a conversation in which they said, "There is Elizabeth, making something with clay."
Matt had the word "he" meaning an "male adult, a male child or a male animal." Matt ended up having to make five clay figures, including a rooster.
Elizabeth has a long list of these words she needs to work through in the same manner in the next year or so. She's totally motivated and excited. Her whole attitude has changed. I think she was just so relieved to have someone actually understand the way she thinks. She's like a bird that's been freed from its cage. We're praying that all that she's learned will be retained and that her new methods of how to perceive things will become second nature to her. We're also very thankful to both sets of Elizabeth's grandparents, without whom this training would not have been possible.
Of course, we couldn't leave out God. He is worthy to be praised. I know He lead me to this method and this woman. My mother-in-law asked the woman how many people do what she does. She told my mother-in-law that she's one of three in the whole United States. Isn't God great?
Matt and I spent about two hours with Elizabeth and her teacher on Friday afternoon. We learned what Elizabeth had been doing all week. We had a general idea what the week was going to involve before it started, but it was good to get specifics.
Kids who are visual spatial learners do really well if they have a picture to attach to a word. If they are able to picture the word they are trying to learn, say an apple, the word can easily be stored in their long term memory and not be stumbled over again when they read. However, words that do not have a natural picture, for example, "there," "where," etc., will throw these kids off track.
Elizabeth spent a large part of the week looking up these "non-picture" words in a dictionary, then forming representations of the words out of clay. Once a picture is attached to the word, the child can easily store it in long term memory. So at the end of our two hour session, the woman had Matt and me work with the clay. Sounds easy, right? Not exactly, especially if you're not naturally a visual spatial thinker, which neither Matt nor I are.
I was given the word "make." I thought, "This will be a cinch. I'll just make a clay figure of Elizabeth with some clay in her hands." First, I had to look up the word in the dictionary. The woman told me to simplify the definition to "to build or create." Next, I made my clay figure. The only problem was, I made a completed clay project for my clay Elizabeth to hold. "That's 'made,' not 'make'," the woman said. Then I had to do "making." I pointed to my clay figure and said, "There is Elizabeth making something with clay." Wrong again. I needed to fashion two other people who were having a conversation in which they said, "There is Elizabeth, making something with clay."
Matt had the word "he" meaning an "male adult, a male child or a male animal." Matt ended up having to make five clay figures, including a rooster.
Elizabeth has a long list of these words she needs to work through in the same manner in the next year or so. She's totally motivated and excited. Her whole attitude has changed. I think she was just so relieved to have someone actually understand the way she thinks. She's like a bird that's been freed from its cage. We're praying that all that she's learned will be retained and that her new methods of how to perceive things will become second nature to her. We're also very thankful to both sets of Elizabeth's grandparents, without whom this training would not have been possible.
Of course, we couldn't leave out God. He is worthy to be praised. I know He lead me to this method and this woman. My mother-in-law asked the woman how many people do what she does. She told my mother-in-law that she's one of three in the whole United States. Isn't God great?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Idols
It's been one week since I got the word from my doctor. He told me I was doing a great job in keeping my blood sugar levels in check through my diet and that I only need to test my blood a couple of times a day now. He also said he wouldn't let this pregnancy go beyond 39 weeks, "so don't make an appointment to be seen in the office the week of August 25, you'll be in the hospital."
Most women in their right minds would be happy with such news. I've been wrestling with God over it for a week now. Quite frankly, I'm getting tired of this low carb diet. A girl who was raised on bread, potatoes and noodles doesn't exactly like being told that these foods are to be very limited. Not to mention, the no sugar part of the diet. Let me tell you, sugar free candy just doesn't cut it and the laxative effect of the candy makes it even less desirable. I keep reminding myself, "Man does not live by bread (or chocolate) alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God."
Secondly, the week of August 25 is always when the peaches are ripe. I can like a crazy woman that week. Until last week, I was still holding on to a shred of hope that I could can before giving birth. I told the doctor he was messing up my canning schedule (he used to can, too). His reply, "I know, I mess up everyone's lives, just ask my son."
Today on the way home from dropping off Elizabeth for her training, I turned on the radio and listened to Dr. David Jeremiah. He was preaching about Samson. Even though Samson had taken a Nazarite vow, he pandered to his fleshly lusts all of his life, to his own destruction.
As we're working through A.W. Pink's "Repentance" in our Bible study, it has become painfully obvious that I can't keep my "pet sins" and still claim to be a follower of Jesus Christ. Pink says that Christ came to fulfill (establish) the law, not to abolish it. I can't knowingly sin and claim, "It's o.k., I know God will forgive me." If I truly understand God's holiness and I truly care about His glory, then I won't continue to sin. I will instead repent by being truly broken over my sin, recognizing my wickedness in light of God's holiness. As Pink says, "Repentance, then, presupposes, first, a recognition and acknowledgement of God's claims upon us as our Creator, Governor, Provider, and Protector." If I am a bondservant of the Lord Jesus Christ, then I should "joyfully obey", as Pink says, in ALL things in accordance with God's Holy Word.
So the upshot of all of this is, I need to "make no provision for the flesh" as the scripture says. I need to acknoweledge God's sovereignity, His rights to me as I have been "bought with a price," and to stop feeling sorry for myself that I can't have things my own way. God loves me unconditionally (agape love) and He knows what's best for me. Goodness knows, if I'd had things my way all my life, I'd be in a real mess right now.
In his sermon, Jeremiah read this verse in making his point about Samson, "Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life." Gal. 6:7, 8
Most women in their right minds would be happy with such news. I've been wrestling with God over it for a week now. Quite frankly, I'm getting tired of this low carb diet. A girl who was raised on bread, potatoes and noodles doesn't exactly like being told that these foods are to be very limited. Not to mention, the no sugar part of the diet. Let me tell you, sugar free candy just doesn't cut it and the laxative effect of the candy makes it even less desirable. I keep reminding myself, "Man does not live by bread (or chocolate) alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God."
Secondly, the week of August 25 is always when the peaches are ripe. I can like a crazy woman that week. Until last week, I was still holding on to a shred of hope that I could can before giving birth. I told the doctor he was messing up my canning schedule (he used to can, too). His reply, "I know, I mess up everyone's lives, just ask my son."
Today on the way home from dropping off Elizabeth for her training, I turned on the radio and listened to Dr. David Jeremiah. He was preaching about Samson. Even though Samson had taken a Nazarite vow, he pandered to his fleshly lusts all of his life, to his own destruction.
As we're working through A.W. Pink's "Repentance" in our Bible study, it has become painfully obvious that I can't keep my "pet sins" and still claim to be a follower of Jesus Christ. Pink says that Christ came to fulfill (establish) the law, not to abolish it. I can't knowingly sin and claim, "It's o.k., I know God will forgive me." If I truly understand God's holiness and I truly care about His glory, then I won't continue to sin. I will instead repent by being truly broken over my sin, recognizing my wickedness in light of God's holiness. As Pink says, "Repentance, then, presupposes, first, a recognition and acknowledgement of God's claims upon us as our Creator, Governor, Provider, and Protector." If I am a bondservant of the Lord Jesus Christ, then I should "joyfully obey", as Pink says, in ALL things in accordance with God's Holy Word.
So the upshot of all of this is, I need to "make no provision for the flesh" as the scripture says. I need to acknoweledge God's sovereignity, His rights to me as I have been "bought with a price," and to stop feeling sorry for myself that I can't have things my own way. God loves me unconditionally (agape love) and He knows what's best for me. Goodness knows, if I'd had things my way all my life, I'd be in a real mess right now.
In his sermon, Jeremiah read this verse in making his point about Samson, "Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life." Gal. 6:7, 8
Monday, July 14, 2008
Home Again
We had a nice, albeit tiring weekend. My grandpa's funeral on Friday reminded all of us of the sacrifice he made for our country's freedom. A three gun salute was fired and "Taps" was played. A flag was presented to my grandma. It was a beautiful, sunny day, just the type of day my grandpa would have loved. He was such an outdoors person.
Saturday we traveled south and visited the state capital. It was virtually empty when we got there. The older kids were impressed with the grandeur of the place and Joel was impressed with the way his voice echoed throughout the building.
We then ate lunch at a place that boasted the best BBQ "three years in a row"--right up Matt's alley. The place was chuck full of all the awards they had won. I abstained from the homemade corn muffins and honey and the BBQ ribs. I got the smoked chicken and ate a bit of potato salad. Matt loved the award winning chili, but said the BBQ was not quite as good as "Lewis'" in Kansas. Sadly, Lewis' burned to the ground a few years ago, and Matt is no longer able to partake of the "best ribs on the planet" on his business trips there.
Matt took me to a speciality lamp store after lunch. I've been needing to replace the lampshades on my floor lamps, but didn't realize they are so hard to find. The big city had one store that had a nice selection of shades and I found what I wanted. We then drove to the graduation party.
Matt enjoyed being able to see and talk with his friend Jason. The kids had a blast in the bounce house and I was pleased that it wasn't as hot as predicted. We headed back to the hotel to swim and hit the sack.
Yesterday we drove the four hour drive home. We unloaded the van and then Matt and I headed to the old house to pick up the last of our possessions. We sign final papers tomorrow morning.
Last night, despite everyone being completely exhausted, we had a terrible night's sleep. Paul had some sort of allergic reaction to something. His hands and right cheek swelled up. We gave him Benedryl, but he was still up and down all night complaining about how itchy he was. I found Lydia wandering the house at 3 a.m. I got her back into bed and an hour later she came and told me she still couldn't get to sleep. Joel,too, awakened in the night. We had all three of them in bed with us by 4:30 a.m. We overslept until 7:30 a.m. I hurriedly got ready while Matt made eggs and sausage. Elizabeth needed a good breakfast as she started her training today.
I got Elizabeth to Matt's mom and dad's house about five minutes late, but we made it. When I picked her up late this afternoon, she had completed the first day of training her brain not to disorient and turn letters around in her mind. She had fashioned the entire upper and lower case letters of the alphabet out of clay, among other things. The woman who is working with her is using the Davis Method, a method developed by Ron Davis, author of the "Gift of Dyslexia." This woman was personally trained by Ron Davis in his method. She and her husband spent $15,000 trying to help their son before discovering Ron Davis' method. We're praying that this will be very helpful to Elizabeth as well. Elizabeth enjoyed the first day and is looking forward to returning for more training tomorrow.
I'm desperately needing a good night's sleep and praying that I'll get it. I couldn't even decide where I wanted Matt to hang the towel bar in the kid's bathroom tonight. Tomorrow is another day and we'll try to decide where to hang it then. It's waited this long and it won't hurt to wait a bit longer.
Saturday we traveled south and visited the state capital. It was virtually empty when we got there. The older kids were impressed with the grandeur of the place and Joel was impressed with the way his voice echoed throughout the building.
We then ate lunch at a place that boasted the best BBQ "three years in a row"--right up Matt's alley. The place was chuck full of all the awards they had won. I abstained from the homemade corn muffins and honey and the BBQ ribs. I got the smoked chicken and ate a bit of potato salad. Matt loved the award winning chili, but said the BBQ was not quite as good as "Lewis'" in Kansas. Sadly, Lewis' burned to the ground a few years ago, and Matt is no longer able to partake of the "best ribs on the planet" on his business trips there.
Matt took me to a speciality lamp store after lunch. I've been needing to replace the lampshades on my floor lamps, but didn't realize they are so hard to find. The big city had one store that had a nice selection of shades and I found what I wanted. We then drove to the graduation party.
Matt enjoyed being able to see and talk with his friend Jason. The kids had a blast in the bounce house and I was pleased that it wasn't as hot as predicted. We headed back to the hotel to swim and hit the sack.
Yesterday we drove the four hour drive home. We unloaded the van and then Matt and I headed to the old house to pick up the last of our possessions. We sign final papers tomorrow morning.
Last night, despite everyone being completely exhausted, we had a terrible night's sleep. Paul had some sort of allergic reaction to something. His hands and right cheek swelled up. We gave him Benedryl, but he was still up and down all night complaining about how itchy he was. I found Lydia wandering the house at 3 a.m. I got her back into bed and an hour later she came and told me she still couldn't get to sleep. Joel,too, awakened in the night. We had all three of them in bed with us by 4:30 a.m. We overslept until 7:30 a.m. I hurriedly got ready while Matt made eggs and sausage. Elizabeth needed a good breakfast as she started her training today.
I got Elizabeth to Matt's mom and dad's house about five minutes late, but we made it. When I picked her up late this afternoon, she had completed the first day of training her brain not to disorient and turn letters around in her mind. She had fashioned the entire upper and lower case letters of the alphabet out of clay, among other things. The woman who is working with her is using the Davis Method, a method developed by Ron Davis, author of the "Gift of Dyslexia." This woman was personally trained by Ron Davis in his method. She and her husband spent $15,000 trying to help their son before discovering Ron Davis' method. We're praying that this will be very helpful to Elizabeth as well. Elizabeth enjoyed the first day and is looking forward to returning for more training tomorrow.
I'm desperately needing a good night's sleep and praying that I'll get it. I couldn't even decide where I wanted Matt to hang the towel bar in the kid's bathroom tonight. Tomorrow is another day and we'll try to decide where to hang it then. It's waited this long and it won't hurt to wait a bit longer.
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