Thursday, October 28, 2010

Peaceful Thursday Night.

It's Thursday night, and the embers of our last fire are slowly dying out in the fireplace. Ben's on the couch trying to beat Angry Birds. I'm in the kitchen, ostensibly grading and getting ready for school tomorrow. The in-laws are tucked into the guest room. All our tummies are nice and full of good Thai food from the Thai place down the street - the family that runs it is always so nice and kind to us whenever we go in, so we try to go as often as possible (that, and the food is really, really good).

My house is a little messy and I still haven't finished 2 week old (2 weeks today!) Peter's baby quilt. My little nephew is going to have to get used to a late aunt.

The dog is sleeping on the staircase, waiting for one of us to say "bedtime!" so he can immediately go from sleeping mode to pouncing on the bed mode and then waiting for toothpaste mode.

It's cold outside and my lone tomato that grew has frozen and died before I got a chance to eat it. I was waiting for it to ripen...but the Colorado fall got here first!

This post might read a little like a rewrite of "Goodnight Moon" - but sometimes it's just nice to listen to the clock tick, snuggle down in your comfy kitchen chair, and just be content with life.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Thoughts and Prayers.

Some friends of ours received some hard news a couple of days ago. These are friends with whom I worked with in college, that saw Ben and I through our dating relationship, and who came and rejoiced with us at our wedding.

This was weighing on me pretty heavily. Sin reaches far and hits hard.

And at some point, looking down at my growing belly, it struck me that I am now responsible for this tiny being and its spiritual training. It's my job (along with Ben) to instill values in this child that will help him or her to be the best possible Kingdom citizen.

But at some point, this child, no matter how hard I work to keep Satan out of its life, will stumble and fall as I watch. And I can imagine that must be one of the hardest things a parent has to deal with.

It's easy to feel overwhelmed and, in a way, already defeated when you think about things like that.

However - as I read along in my Spanish Bible, I came across a phrase that I'd never seen before. The verb "dar la luz" - means "to give birth". But literally translated, it reads as "to give the light."

To give the light.

I can only hope that as I bring my child into the world, that he or she will be a strong light. There may be a time when his or her light will dim a little, in times of distress or in times when others disappoint. But I pray that there will be other strong people around to strengthen that little light and make it shine all the brighter.

"For the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not understood it." John 1:5

"Esta luz resplandece en las tinieblas, y las tinieblas no han podido extinguirla." Juan 1:5 (literally translated: "This light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not been able to extinguish it.")

"You are all sons of the light and sons of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness." 1 Thessalonians 5:5

"But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, His Son, purifies us from all sin." 1 John 1:7

Friday, October 22, 2010

steadily growing, and growing...and growing!

Well, it's been a couple of weeks since I posted. I figured I'd keep that post up for a while - plus, it's been a whirlwind couple of weeks! My sister-in-law Megan had her baby a few days early due to some pregnancy issues, so we were busy making airport runs and hospital visits. Then grades were due at school. In the middle of all of this, I developed a reaction to the flu shot which gave me a non-contagious, weakened version of the flu (headache, sniffles, achy).

Also in the middle of this, baby decided it was time to GROW. Lots of growing pains and a few days later, my baby bump has announced itself to the world. No more hiding this one! I am enjoying the feel of it, even though sometimes I have to touch my stomach just to remember there is really a baby in there (apparently nausea, indigestion, and funky food attitudes aren't enough to convince me). A lot of friends told me that this time, around 16-17 weeks, is when you really start to enjoy being pregnant. I have to admit that I do love a lot of things about it. I can't wait to feel the baby deliver its first goal kick to the ribs. But sometimes I think to myself that if I have to put on pants again with a belly band I'm going to WIG OUT. And right now my stomach is itching righteously.

All that said, I'm going to go put my feet up, cuddle with my blanket and my husband, eat some ice cream, and enjoy some baseball and the fire he just lit in the fireplace. Come visit us in cozy Colorado! There's fresh snow all over the mountains and the leaves on the front range are gorgeous.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Yeah, just try and find a song like that.

I was trying to find a cool song lyric or two to go with the video I'm posting today, but every heart song I could find seemed to deal with bad break-ups or general mushiness.

Dr. started out using the doppler, but couldn't find the heartbeat (cue minor panic on my part - I was trying very hard not to be the panicky mother-to-be). We headed to the ultrasound room where sure enough, there it was! The first video I tried to take, baby decided he/she did NOT like the ultrasound probe sticking its nose in there, so he/she moved. So this is the second take. The doc was trying to get a good picture since we had to do an ultrasound anyways to get the heartbeat, but the baby wasn't having any of it. He/she scrunched up into a little ball and had the ultrasound been clearer, I'm sure we would have seen a tiny fist shaking at us, telling us in no uncertain terms to go away!

So here, for your enjoyment, is the baby. Password is skeletor.

Baby's Heartbeat from Jenn Greiving on Vimeo.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

And the blessings will come down...

When I'm teaching a children's Bible class, I love to sing lots of songs. I love music and I try to use it in my classroom as well - there's something about putting something to a rhythm and a tune that really makes it stick in your memory.

The songs we sing in Bible class remind the kids (and the teachers!) about God's power. Some of my favorites include "My God is so Big" and "Jesus Loves Me". But another oldie and goodie is "The Wise Man and the Foolish Man" - you know, the one that goes "the wise man built his house upon the rock..." along with the hand motions.

The last verse in that song is "Build your house (or hopes) on the Lord Jesus Christ...and the blessings will come down...the blessings come down as the prayers go up...."

We've definitely been excited about the blessing of a baby in our lives. This pregnancy is the answer to many many prayers from many friends and family.

But now we have something else to be excited about. After 2 years of searching, praying, and lots of ups and downs, Ben has been hired by a local credit union. He'll be serving as a Legal Associate. He's been on the job for two days now, with his own office and really nice people to work with!

We are beyond thrilled that this has happened and we are so thankful! Ben's job (and benefits that come with it) will enable me to leave my position at Starbucks. I'll still be teaching part-time for as long as I can, but leaving Starbucks will definitely take a lot of stress and pressure out of my life.

I'm headed to the doctor on Monday afternoon to my next appointment. If all goes well, we should be able to hear the heartbeat. Of course, as always, we ask for your prayers that everything will go well and the baby will be good and healthy.

I'm starting to feel a lot better these days in terms of nausea - I still have to eat pretty frequently but I don't feel as SICK at night as I did. Now the growing pains have started. With as tired as I've felt the first trimester (going to bed at 8:00-8:30?!), I never thought sleeping would be an issue. Last night I was pretty sure my hips/pelvis decided to do all the expansion work in one evening. But as always, I'm thankful for the little signs that seem to indicate the baby is growing and making room for itself.

Well, it's 8:44 PM and that means it's time to head upstairs and get ready for bed. If my college self could see me now...

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Walks Begin.

Roald Dahl, writing about his father...

"He harboured a very curious idea about how to develop a sense of beauty in the minds of his children. Every time my mother became pregnant, he would wait until the last three months of her pregnancy and then he would announce to her that 'the glorious walks' must begin."

"These glorious walks consisted of him taking her to places of great beauty in the countryside and walking with her for about an hour each day so that she could absorb the splendour of the surroundings."

"His theory was that if the eye of a pregnant woman was constantly observing the beauty of nature, this beauty would somehow become transmitted to the mind of the unborn baby within her womb and that baby would grow up to be a lover of beautiful things."

We've begun our "glorious walks" a little early...but with aspens and colors like these...who could resist? Colorado is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen - I never get tired of seeing my mountains.