Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I didn't intentionally have such a blog teaser and then decide to take a two week break from blogging. It just happened. One of the reasons for my silence has been the beginning of school.
first day. Leyton said a girl got "poop on the wall." It's funny as long as it's not my child that got poop on the wall the first day of Pre-K. Another kid apparently "swirled toilet paper." Ahhh, the sounds and smells of pre-kindergarten are surely in the air. Another reason for my absence has been a combination of both doctor trips and a new eating regime. The blessed revelation is that I have "yeast overgrowth" in my intestines more commonly known as "candidasis." This is basically where bad bacteria in the gut overtakes the good bacteria. The yeast proliferates and acts kind of like barbed wire in your intestines. It chips away at your intestine until it escapes and colonizes wherever it chooses to. It weakens your immune system, causes food sensitivities, inflammation, pain, and a whole host of symptoms throughout the body. The good news is, with a very strict yeast free diet, this can be taken care of easily. So, just as I did a year and a half ago, I am reconstructing my diet. I was already living a gluten free lifestyle.
This is more like "WWCE."
"What Would a Caveman Eat?"
This yeast free diet is not for the weak nor is it for someone that mentally protests anything that is green. Seriously, I despise most vegetables. The select few that I do enjoy, after I've eaten them once, I do not want to consume them again for at least another month. It's sad I realize. This is a meat and vegetables only diet. No sauces, no salad dressings, no dairy, no rice, no corn, no potatoes, nothing that ferments. No vinegars, no sugary beverages, no sugar period, and absolutely....
Not even a little bit.
I have been on the diet for one week. The truth is that all I really want for Christmas is some some beloved cheese!
A cheese-less life stinks. All I want is some stinky cheese. Cream Cheese. Cheddar Cheese. Fresh Mozzarella stacked on a tomato with some basil cheese. Oh what a ratly feast. Lemon rinds and cotton candy; moldy goodies everywhere.
Ok. Enough with the Charlotte's Web.
Although I have done my fair share of "poor me" this week, I cannot complain. I have been diligently researching, praying, and begging both God and doctors for an entire decade for an answer to my mysterious symptoms. Now, I have the answer and compared to what I have been facing, it's an easy fix. Cheers to plain jane cooking and nothing that ferments!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I have been collecting my thoughts. My thoughts are still not collected. Two weeks ago, I attended a writer's conference in Concord, North Carolina. I do not think I have the words, shocking I realize, to adequately describe my time there. A lot has happened. The most important thing I can say about my experience at the conference is simply that...
God spoke in His still small voice loud and clear.
I have been praying over some very big things in my life. My health, my career, our finances, my family...let the list go on. When I returned, I was tempted to rush to my blog and quickly bang it out on my keyboard. However, like I said, I have been collecting my thoughts. My thoughts = still not collected. So, slowly, I will let you in on the things I have learned, the things that happened, and most importantly what God had to say.
For one thing, I feel like I can breathe for the first time in eight years. Have you ever flown over a thunderstorm in an airplane? I had not. Yet, while flying back from Concord, we flew over one. Let me set the stage for you. I do not fly that often. The times I have flown, it has never been anything short of blue skies from the plane down. I am a window-seat kind of gal usually because I am a claustrophobic kind of woman, that typically spends her time tracing the crop lines below in my head for hours. After all, the normal short people can fold down their tray table and sleep, but us giants don't have that luxury.
When our plane took off from Charlotte, we immediately entered a land of fluffy cotton balls.
I can honestly say I've never appreciated these cumulus clouds more in my life. I felt like I was in a Pixar film. For the first time ever on a flight, I could not see the ground below. Solid fluff. And it was reflective. After such a good weekend, I felt like I was still holding on to a tiny slice of heaven.
...we flew right beside a thunderstorm.
Perspective changes everything.
There we were lost in a sea of cotton balls, when next to us was this massive thunderhead. Everything above the storm was beautiful, fluffy, and brilliantly reflected the Sun's rays. Then, as you traveled down the cloud, it turned gray. Below it, you could see the white roll into a soft gray color. Beneath the gray fluff, was a hazy mist of rain that was probably drenching showering the Earth below. In the cloud, the lightning was flashing and snapping.
Perspective changes everything.
I thought about the people below. When it's storming outside, all you see is the dark sky. You hear the thunder. You feel the rain. The dark clouds swirl all around and it feels like you might be swallowed up by the darkness. This thunderstorm reminded me of what the view from the top is during those storms. As bad as your storm may look from the ground, the truth is, just beyond what you can see is a blue sky that is never separated from the Son. We just can't see it from the ground.
The fall is approaching. It is my favorite season. I love the way it smells and the brilliant colors on the trees.
Fall makes me feel alive. I feel God's favor like I have not felt in a long time. I feel His presence differently than before. It is a new season.
So, what about you? Can you see the blue beyond your storm?
Perspective changes everything.
"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8:32
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 8:22 PM
Thursday, August 5, 2010
William is my younger brother.
Meet the table at the rehearsal dinner. :)
And if you are new to my blog...meet me and my husband Robb.
And of course...
Baby C, Baby A, and Baby B
Two ring bearers and a flower girl.
Meet my parents on their wedding day (left).
Meet Stephanie's parents on their wedding day (right).
Meet the letter of her new last name.
(No one ever said dinosaurs couldn't crash weddings).
I won't tell if you won't tell. :o
Meet the candy bar.
There was break dancing.
There was family.
There were friends (dancing with family).
There was one sweet flower girl that danced the night away.
There was the mother of the groom.
The father of the groom (and myself at the rehearsal dinner).
The happy couple.
More break dancing.
Not many get a new one after 28 years, but I am glad we did.
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 12:47 PM