I think I'm going to have a really rough day
I had a tough night last night. My lower abdomen feels like it did when I had the Ectopic pregnancy. I know that's not possible so it has to be something else, gas maybe? I could really use more sleep but the tree trimmers are out in full force. They are soooooo noisy.
I realized I have only 6 months to lose the weight I set as a goal. PFFT another one bites the dust.
Well the boys are on schedule already. Fight number one has started. Teletubbies are on and that tends to tick one of them off. I should take them to G-man's room and crash.
I discovered how much I'm going to have to pay for a new washer and dryer a month. That will be sooo cool to be able to dry my clothes. I can't believe I've lived a year without drying my clothes in a drier. Well we've taken them to the laundromat occassionally but that was just a stupid waste of money.
I have some sewing to do so I guess I need to take out my mat and cutter and clean up the mess I have already made first, then square up the curtain fabric. Eddie's boss has needed some made for a while. This should be fun.
Memoriam for Jane Foster.
The best testiment to how a man should love a woman.
Dear Church Family,
I received some news this morning I wanted to share with you. My mom passed away this morning. For those of you who don’t know, my parents are missionaries in Korea. At the end of this note I will attach an email I sent out to some pastor friends of mine.
I most likely will be headed to South Korea today or tomorrow if I can find a flight. Things are a little strange with the terrorist threats. If I do leave, we will have a guest speaker this Sunday. I want to extend a special invitation to all our visitors that have been coming. You are such a blessing to our church. I hope you can attend on Sunday. Please remember my dad, Ike Foster in prayer. We love you and I’ll see you when I get back. Here’s the email.
I received a call this morning letting me know that my mom had died. She was battling Alzheimer’s. My mom and dad (Ike and Jane Foster) had been married for 59 years. They have been on the mission field for 58 years.
Dad took care of Mom during these difficult years while still doing the missions work. He would get up at 3:30 in the morning and make her breakfast. Then he would get mom up and bath her and dress her. He would feed her breakfast which would sometimes take an hour while he lovingly talked to her. He would then get himself ready just in time to catch a bus or subway, on Sunday morning, to get to church on time, with mom right by his side. Sometimes they wouldn’t get home till 9:00 at night. I would lecture dad, “You need to get some help”. “You need to have someone come in and relieve you of some of your duties.” He would sternly say, while pointing at me, “Son this is the wife of my youth. When I married her I said for better or worse. I meant it so I’ll take care of her!”
I often wondered why the Lord would allow my mom to get Alzheimer’s. After all, they gave literally everything they had for the cause of Christ. Japan and Korea were wore torn desolate countries when they went there all by themselves. Missionaries were rare and there were no other independent Baptist missionaries there. They lived on pennies and soup while building with used lumber and nails from building they would dismantle. They missed their grandchildren growing up as well as many milestones in the lives of loved ones they were separated with. Surely God wouldn’t let this happen to my mom. I was settled in my heart with this, though. I prayed, whatever will give her the best resurrection. Now I see. What a testimony this is to all the pastors and Christians in Korea of how a husband should care for a wife in adverse situations; not only them, but us, too. He trained an army of Korean pastors, deacons, and Christians, that are flooding the orient with the gospel, but what better training can there be then teaching them, through example, how to take care of the “wife of their youth”.
I will be flying to Korea the minute I can get airline tickets. Pray for Ike Foster.
Serving Together for Him,
Paul Foster
I am loved like that. Not many women get that lucky. I never got to meet Jane but she raise an awesome son and Paul's an awesome preacher.
Paul told us a few weeks ago that his father and mother had a really weird courtship. Ike had been asking around trying to find a bride to follow him into the mission feild. Paul quotes his father saying "I'm going to be a missionary in Japan. If I marry you will you come with me?" Jane said yes. They were married a few weeks later and off they went. Can you imagine a marriage like that today? Then they tried for years to have a child but they never did. Being in Japan they decided to adopt a child from the area however something called them to move to Korea. They waited and once they were settled they adopted a baby girl from the local orphanage. Originally they walked through the "nursery" and didn't find a baby that "spoke" to their heart. When they asked about other babies, Paul's sister was pulled from a box kept under her crib to keep her safe and out of the leak above her crib. I don't remember her name but her husband is a minister in Broken Arrow. A few years later they wanted her to have a sibling and they found Paul. He was 6 months old then. Paul sets an awesome example for us all coming from that much love and devotion to the Lord and family.
Whenever some one sings "I want to be loved like that" I know they were seeing a couple like Ike and Jane Foster.
John
John is talking to God one day saying he's seen something disturbing through the clouds. God listens intently and says, "It will be okay, John." They are my children and I will protect them." John doesn't question because he knows that God loves those John loves and God will protect them because God keeps his word. John can't help but seek out others that might be able to help. John afterall was a human and though he walked only a short time on the earth he left behind a big family. John was troubled because his son, Ron, was in the jungles of Vietnam a far cry from the dusty fields of hay he played in back in Oklahoma. While John's son was half a world a way John's granddaughter had been born. John knew that his son and daughter in law were not equipped with enough faith to have a child. He asked God for a mighty protector for the baby. God, giving John a pat on the shoulder, said "there is a plan in place for that child." Those words reassured John.
Mary wanted to be a good mother but something just wasn't right in her heart. Overwhelmed with being alone to care for a child she gave into the darkness of hate. She hated the war, she hated herself, she hated her husband and she hated the need represented in the small child in the bed beside her. As hate took over Mary raised a hammer in her hands and attempted to use it to end the small life beside her. The initial blow had been light, intended to kill without splitting the skin. A small dent appeared in her head and the baby girl cried very hard but the tiny spirit was still there. The next moment brought more determination from Mary. Her anxst was fueled by the cries, mixing with her own dark thoughts. Mary's next blow was aimed at the tiny heaving chest. She pulled the hammer through the air and it caught on something above her head. She pulled and pulled but the hammer was frozen in place. In the few seconds when the hammer fell from it's frozen spot, the baby achieved a milestone. She rolled over and out of her mother's reach, out of the hammer's reach.
At the very same time in Vietnam, Ron, was tormenting his superiors. The squad had found 4 abandonded children in a hut that day. One little girl was as old as the daughter he had back home. He convinced the officers to search the children and then find a way to give them shelter. A jeep with Ron driving and four other men holding a child each dissappeared into the jungle. Remarkably the enemy either didn't see or chose to ignore that jeep and the children were all left at a MASH unit in the rear. As they settled down for bed Ron played a tape from home. His daughter's cries intensified on the tape like they had never done before. Ron had been praying for her, for the kids he saved that day, for himself and for the spirit of the father Ron had barely known. Ron heard his father's whispering voice saying, "They will all be as safe as I am" a phrase his father often said as he left for work on the pipeline. Somehow Ron knew this night, this phrase, was not just another memory and it did not come from the tape. Apologizing to his squad leader, Ron shut off the tape recorder of the crying child, got down on his knees with a buddy who had been attending OBU before the draft and accepted Jesus as his Savior that night. In his heart he knew he had 2 miracles in his life from that night on, his daughter had been spared and his father had spoken to him.
having a small family sucks
I ticked Penny off. She postponed her wedding and I was telling her about the great weekend I've had because Eddie still took the extra day off and she snapped at me. Then she told me I was mean.
I told her that I didn't want to upset her by mentioning the defunct wedding nor the defunct plans to leave him this weekend. But I had a wonderful time having my husband home all day yesterday and then our usual weekend. That wouldn't have happened if she hadn't planned the wedding.
She says that she and Keith are fine, but gosh could she be jealous?
Son, Make an informed decision.
When you think about me and wonder why I was absent since 1993 ask, why? I'll show you the lawsuit paper work or you can look it up for yourself at the court house. I didn't back off willingly. I was pushed away. On purpose, by design, because I had more love and passion for having a great life with you in it than they could bear to see. Because I wasn't going to always be the white trash that they expected me to be.
We're not the exes. We're related by blood, we have a hard working heritage that also was tinged by heartbreak and yes, mental illness. As it stands, I'm not clinically BiPolar. The professionals I see say, I have every right to be upset about this, to feel failure as well as pain. But I should never fear your father again. It's taken 15 years for me to feel like I could overcome his abuses. But you know what? I'm more than what labels he wants to put on me. I have a husband like no other on earth. With him I have 2 boys that are so like you but also more like their father everyday. Honestly I would have loved to have more children that could have been your peers. Just because I have babies doesn't mean I love you any less.
I'll be here when you are ready. If your dad, grandmother or anyone else doesn't like it, then tough on them. You deserve a whole family. Mother and Father and all the siblings.
