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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Our 200th Post!!!!

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Well, I simply can't believe that this is our 200th post! WOW! Nurse Boy originally started this blog for fun. Or, as something else he could ignore on his "Honey Do List." Whoops, did I just type that out loud?

By the way, are you noticing who is doing most of the posting lately?

That is the reason why I REFUSE to mow the lawn. Yes, I am capable. Yes, it would bless my husband. But, mostly, it would be added to my weekly list of to do's. No thank you! There are three things I don't do around the house. I don't clean the cat box (Oh, and the cat barf, but that still counts as one, right?). I don't do the trash (especially now that I have two capable little boys to help out). And, I NEVER mow the lawn. That's right, never.

I do everything else. Before you think my husband is "one of those guys" who doesn't help out and only fills the traditional role of father and husband, I should tell you that my husband does help out around the house. Not with the cooking, mind you, but I really can't complain. He helps out a lot around here. In between his demanding job, going to school, and spending quality time with the kids. I know he has a lot on his plate, but the boy can dish it out so I have to always make sure he can take it, too! ;0)

We have both really enjoyed this blog. We use it as a way to record little outtakes from our life. I hope it is enjoyable and entertaining to all of you.

For those of you who have been reading our blog for awhile, you probably know that this has been a year of change for us. Nurse Boy has a new job, he is working on his Master's, and we have left the comfort of our "old" familiar church to begin a new chapter in our spiritual lives as well. Frankly, it has been exhausting and challenging. Oh, I know. Life is almost always challenging. It would be boring otherwise. Honestly, we are embracing all of it. But, we do have some tough times, of course.

The other day, God reminded me of a time that really blessed both Nurse Boy and I. For our 200th post, I would like to share it with you.

Almost 5 years ago we bought the house we now live in. On moving day, we discovered about 10 reasons why we could not move our family in right away. With no plan B and no where else to go, we moved in with my parents. Nurse Boy and I slept in there living room on the sleeper sofa while the boys shared a bedroom. Our house needed more work than we had ever imagined. We spent our evenings, early mornings, and basically every chance we got working on the house. My parents watched the boys for countless hours while we tried to create a safe place for us to live.

As a mother, this was such a difficult time. I spent my days running back and forth to the house and putting every one's needs before my own. Nurse Boy was in medical sales at the time and was traveling on top of everything else. My spiritual life was suffering as well. My prayers were those of desperation. My time of worship seemed almost nonexistent. I was feeling left behind by my Father above. But, the Lord had not given up on me.

One morning I had to run over to the house very early to let someone in to do some work. Nurse Boy was out of town. I was in the van by myself. I didn't even have the radio on. I was just enjoying the peace and quiet. Suddenly, I knew that I must pray for Nurse Boy. I even debated about praying later on in the day, because it was such a peaceful moment in all of my chaos. Instead, I obeyed. I prayed right there in the van. Driving down the road. Wondering what was so urgent. As soon as I prayed, I felt a sense of peace come over me.

Guess what? When I got to my parents', I forgot all about it. Sad, but true. Later that day, Nurse Boy called me as I was pulling up to the grocery store. He hesitated to tell me that he was almost in a horrible car accident. He told me that his car ended up on a median facing the opposite direction of traffic and he had no idea how he got it there. I immediately knew that was exactly what I had prayed for earlier that day. Nurse Boy WAS NOT the driver that day!

Praise God for his faithfulness! He is blessing all of us, even when we choose not to see it. I am thankful for this challenging year. It will produce growth in each one of us!

I am also thankful for each one of you! Thanks for reading!


3 Peas in a Pod said...

WOW! Congratulations on our 200th post. That seems so far off for me but I know I'll get there one day.

I love the story. I love your blog. You guys are wonderful people. So glad I met you. Thanks for finding my blog.

Much love from NJ,

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

Here is my take on the close call. I realized I was running a red light but was going to fast to stop. My gut reaction was to slam on the breaks, because traffic had already started entering the intersection from both the right and the left. Instead, I hit the gas and swerved diagonally accross the intersection. I went behind the first set of cars, and barely in front of a semi going the opposite direction. I drove onto a grass patch accross the intersection, and stopped. I had no way of getting off that grass patch onto the road, so I had to drive on the grass for a while until I drove over a curb into a hotel parking lot. I at first felt very emberrassed. Then I felt proud of my cat like reflex's. Then I realized there is no logical reason to think I could have made the move I made. After I talked to Heather I felt loved by my God.

Ruby Red Slippers said...

Congratulations on your 200th post-and thank you for the beautiful story of how God has blessed you-Thank God for His grace, and protection over you, and your husband...

Boy Mom said...

You are both eternally loved by God, and by many of us out here in the blogosphere who are very blessed to have you both in our lives.

So glad Mr. Nurse Boy was given the spiritual gift of cat like reflexes, and that Mrs. nurse Boy paused to pray. You two are a great example to me, thanks for all you share.

Happy 200th post!
Luvs Ya!

Sir Nottaguy-Imadad said...

Happy 200th. Now make a wish and blow out the candles. (what, you don't celebrate milestone blog posts with cake & ice cream? Nobody told me not to) I'm glad I stumbled onto your bit of cyberspace.

Anonymous said...

200th post? Congratz. PoJ always brings joy to my otherwise mundane evenings here on the 2nd shift. :)

Tiffany said...

Wow! That's amazing!

I'm so glad you stopped by my blog the other day so I could "meet" you. We have a few things in common:
My husband and I have been married for 12 years, too.
We have recently left our church - the church our kids have grown up in - to follow God's direction (still haven't a clue where it's headed, though!)
We're followers of Christ
seems like there was something else but that's all I can remember right now!

Have a great day! And congrats on your 200th post! (oh, yeah, that's what it was. I just posted my 200th post this week, too!)

Jewel said...

Congratulations, you two, on your 200th post!! I like the way you both "inter-post" and respond to eachother sometimes! *smile*
AND I'm so thankful for the Lord's providence and protection in your lives and your willingness to share it with us here in blogland!
I'm also thankful that I found your blog and that we've become friends! You are a blessing!!! ((HUGS))
Blog on, Mr. and Mrs. NB!!!

HeatherPride said...

Wow. What an amazing story! I'm so thankful that Nurse Boy was ok that day, and that you paid attention to that little whisper in your heart.

Happy 200!!

Lisa (Jonny's Mommy) said...

God is amazing! He answers prayers even when we don't know why we are praying! Amen! Congrats on 200 posts!

Mummy McTavish said...

Ugh, I can't believe I missed this post with my computerlessness. Happy 200th!
Praise God for answered prayer.

Mum-me said...

Well Happy 200th!

Thanks for sharing the story. I am always amazed (although I shouldn't be) by stories like this. I was in a similar situation to Mr NB once and don't know how I got out of it - I wonder who was praying for me that day?!