by cazmac9910 | Oct 6, 2017 | Children, Hemophilia, Oozing, prayer, Uncategorized
So many things in the world are happening that just break my heart. Houston, Puerto Rico, Las Vegas…hearing the stories of people dying in each other’s arms…I can’t hardly put my head around it. Seeing how “good Christians” try to destroy...
by cazmac9910 | Aug 28, 2017 | Children, Faith, Family, God's love, Living Life, Oozing
Big trips. Fancy houses. Early retirement. All of those things sound amazing. They aren’t things that are happening in my life, but I will admit that I am envious of people who have these things. I mean, why are we so wrapped up in material things? Yes, there...
by cazmac9910 | Jul 7, 2017 | Children, gratitude, Oozing, Uncategorized
Being an aunt is pretty amazing. You play, have your special jokes, go for ice cream and SONIC’s, and you love like you never have before. I had the privilege to love two nephews when they were little before my children came along, and it was one of the biggest...
by cazmac9910 | Jun 23, 2017 | Children, Family, Oozing
There are some days in your life that stay with you. You relive them as if they just happened. June 23, 1996 is a day that stays with me. It was the day my firstborn came into the world. Throughout the night, I kept getting up to go to the bathroom. And when Joe and I...
by cazmac9910 | Mar 24, 2017 | Children, Doubt, God's Grace, God's love, gratitude, Oozing
My oldest son, Julian, is 20 and my youngest, Caeleb, is 11. There is almost a ten year age difference between them. When I had Caeleb, I truly felt like a new mom simply because the baby gear was so much nicer and high tech compared to 1996! Whoever invented the...
by cazmac9910 | Dec 12, 2016 | Children, Family, gratitude, Hemophilia, Living Life, Oozing
Bullying. My oldest son, Julian, was the victim of bullying when he was in public school. In high school he was physically assaulted. It was a nightmare. As a parent, you try to handle things, but the truth is that you can’t be everywhere, all of the time...
