Grocery List Time Out: Cowboys, Cars & Indians

Usually I take a quick browse through silly vintage ads when I need a break from the grocery list mania of Wednesday mornings.  However, today my 3-year old really needed me to play “Car Town” with him, and who can say no to that face??
Your Food Lion ad will be up at naptime, but until then, here is my grocery list “Time-Out”.   Notice the cowboy and Indian he has posed in a shootout.  I’m the pink car, Addie says the pink car is the mommy police.
-Jamie

Perspective – Forester Bradburn

Last year, I received an email from my best friend and college roommate, Whitney that her seven year old son had brain cancer.  They took him to the doctor thinking he might have low blood sugar, but instead it was cancer – her family’s world changed in a moment.  Instead of Forester returning to first grade he would instead be admitted to the hospital for brain surgery to remove the tumor followed by months of radiation and chemo.  Their faith and hope in the Lord is incredible here is a link to Forester’s story and how it all began.  I would encourage you to go back through the archives and start from the beginning, and read their journey.  What a testimony of God’s grace and mercy in the midst of a “fiery furnace.”  Start HERE in January 2009, at the birth announcement of their new baby girl.  The next post is the beginning of their journey.  Praise the Lord!!  Forester is now cancer free and has just returned to school.   

Today, when I read Whitney’s most recent post about perspective HERE I could relate.  In the midst of my dad’s cancer, my three year old daughter being diagnosed with diabetes, and us having three mortgages I remember those same feelings.  I don’t ever want to lose sight of what my heart truly desires.  It’s not for my house to be perfect, or laundry to be done, or even my grocery list ready.  Those things are nice but in light of eternity and my family they mean nothing. 
Here is a link to the blog that Whitney referred to in her post.  Below is a picture of Layla Grace.  I couldn’t get through the first post without crying and hurting for this family.  So tonight, before I go to bed as I look around at what appears to be the remnants of a bomb that has blown up in my house I am going to thank God for the mess.  Dirty laundry means that my family is alive, toys on the floor mean my children are healthy, and my worn out tired body means that I was able to work today.  As I kiss my babies good night, I want to make sure that I thank God for today and his blessings in my life. 
I would like to ask that all of you pray for Layla Grace and her family.  To pray for Whitney’s family and Forester’s continual healing.  I know that this post is hard to read, and that the emotions that it stirs are difficult to feel, but the gift of keeping our lives in TRUE perspective is priceless.     
     
Layla Grace – February 12th
(her first bubble bath since May of last year) 
  
God, I pray that you hold your precious daughter Layla in your arms tonight and comfort her as she sleeps.  I pray that she rests peacefully and free from pain.  I can’t imagine how much her parents are hurting it seems impossible to face, I pray that you would carry them.  I pray that your presence would be so real and that your peace that passes all understanding would envelope their mind and hearts.  Give them strength that is beyond their own, and hope for tomorrow.   

Thank You from the Quinton Family

Awhile back, we had a chance to reach out and help a family in need.  (Read about them HERE.) The Quinton family suffered tragedy after attending a workshop a few months ago and we wanted to pitch in to lend them a hand with something that is hard to do in the midst of sorrow – practical everyday things, like grocery shopping.  You all were wonderful in helping with this outreach, and we just received a touching letter from the family we’d like to share:

To My Brothers & Sisters from Time 2 Save:
There are just no words that can express our gratitude & thankfulness for what you all have done. The love and support we have received from ones we have never met has deeply touched our hearts.  We never thought that our family would be thought of and loved and cared for the way we have been.  I know, for myself, when I came to the workshop here in Dalton, I was so excited about what we had learned, I wanted to share it with so many.  I knew we didn’t know a lot, but what we did know we needed to try to share so their families could be helped.  This never got to happen because of Hunter’s accident, however, I have told everyone about your ministry.  I am in the food ministry at my church, we cook for families for funerals and I thought this could just be an extension.  We could help so many others.  I never thought it would be us that would be ministered to. 
God put me at that workshop for the specific purpose of becoming closer to each and every one of you .  You will never know what it meant to have the load lifted of not having to shop.  I physically and mentally just could not and God sent all of you to minister to us.  You all, I know will be truly blessed.
It was amazing, as we put up groceries it was exactly what we needed.  We had an overabundance of some things and felt the need to give to someone else as well.  So not only did you bless us, you also blessed someone else as well.  Thank you so much!  Those words seem so inadequate but I pray God will allow you to feel the love and appreciation we have for each and everyone of you!
I don’t know how this will get to everyone, but God does and I know we don’t know everyone’s name, but God does.  And truly, I love you, our family loves you and thanks you from the bottom of our hearts.  This ministry will grow abundantly…anything does as long as God is the center of it and I can certainly say I believe God is the center of this ministry!
Thank you ALL!
The Quinton Family