![]() He asked if we could attend the catholic church down the road – the exact church that I prayed at. He, though, was at a point of not believing or giving his heart over. He did not know about my run the day before – and he did not know about the feelings I had been having. The next morning, John asked if we could attend church the next day (Sunday). There wasn’t a weight lifted and the earth wasn’t shifted, but I could breathe… and I felt something big happening. I prayed until I knew I had to go home to my sick children. I was sweaty, red-faced, and had no idea what I was doing… but I walked into the church. I ran the path and turned into the church. The tears had stopped, but I couldn’t go home. I then turned around and realized I had to run home. ![]() I ran through the neighborhood, passed the schools, down the roads, past the church until my chest hurt. It was an awful week – another awful week, after an awful month. Only my best friend knew – and as a true Catholic, she never once pushed it she waited patiently, knowing where we belonged. I knew for a few years that I was being pulled toward Catholicism, but I didn’t really bring it up to John. We were on the brink of breakdowns and were questioning everything, including God. John and I were in tears every day – dealing with sickness from our children (and ourselves) that had lasted years. I don’t think I quite shared how that came about…Įmmett hadn’t woken up for more than a few hours in days. If you have been following my social accounts, you know that we were called Home to the Catholic Church. I am tired of living in a bubble, but I will always protect my babies. Any mold exposure pushes everything back, and I try to avoid it at all costs – but it happens, as we have recently learned, and we will have to work through it moving forward. We found a doctor and protocol that seems to be working. At some point, every mother must cancel everything out and give 100% to the things that make her heart beat… our children are our everything, no? Here I am – back, and I *think* I am ready to start writing again.Įmmett is okay. ![]() We watched doctor after doctor – including hospitals turn us away or pass us along to ‘specialists.’ Every time we thought we made headway, we were thrown back and in tears. ![]() I say ‘us’ because even John and I couldn’t find words most days. We have dealt with some very scary health things that have left us speechless. War in the blackness of space where even the angels are dreaming!Ĭlink on the first photo and then all the photos will be big and you can brows them by clicking the arrow at the right.I know it’s been a beat since I have posted anything, but please read on. My reference photos are included in the set. I tried to make the antennas like the ones in my reference photos. I made the Zentraedi deck out of children's science fair boards and just junk I had in the studio. ![]() Total cost was $0.00 USD! I wanted it to move but I just sort of gave up on that knowing I just did not have time to work all the engineering out. I made it out of two of my wife's used espresso cup lids, an Easter egg, foam core board, a few odds and ins from my bits box and some decals I had lying around. I wanted to make a 1/200 scale Zentraedi deck gun from Robotech for a long time. I know you Robotech junkies have not got a "good" fix in a long time so I made this awesome Robotech model today. ![]()
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