Monthly Archives: April 2014

The Power Of A Praying Wife – His Trials

“Everyone goes through hard times. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes our prayers help us to avoid them. Sometimes not. It’s the attitude we have when we go through them that matters the most. If we are fulled with anger and bitterness, or insist on complaining and blaming God, things tend to turn out badly. If we go through them with thankfulness and praise to God, He promises to bring good things despite them. He says to ‘count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience’ (James 1:2,3).” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, Page 111)


If you ask my husband what trials he has gone through, he might mention a couple he’s had in his whole life. This is not because his life has been free from trials, but because he has such a great attitude when hard things come his way that they don’t even register as a blip on the trialometer (yes, I just made that up). He is a very go-with-the-flow kind of guy. He may complain of an inconvenience every once in a while, but not often at all.

A couple weeks ago at work, he started getting a migraine, which he gets kind of frequently, so he went out to his car to get his migraine medicine and as he was leaning into the passenger side to grab the box, a lady side swiped his car and her side mirror hit his driver’s side mirror and knocked the glass to the ground. She did pull over and stop, but didn’t have insurance. After dealing with the mirror and the migraine, he called me and said, “Babe, I’m having a hard day. I’m going to lay down in my classroom until I have to head over to do worship for youth group. Thank God I got into my car on the passenger’s side. She would have killed me if I was on the other side!” That was the extent of his complaining. I would have been a mess! A migraine and getting my car hit would have pushed my into a whineathon (Wow, I’m on a roll today with the made up words!) 

I prayed for my husband and he was able to do worship for youth group and the migraine went away for the most part. His attitude when trials come reminds me to count it all joy. He was so thankful for God’s protection (which I pray for often!) that he really didn’t get upset about the trial.

Now I do realize this was a little trial. We have not had to go through any major trials besides some of my medical problems and chronic pain, but I am sure that his attitude would be the same. I’d like to think that it’s all my prayers for his trials that make that true, but I think it’s just a gift God has given him. 

I think the fact that we have not gone through many big trials is, in part, because I cover my husband in prayer about all of the other things in this book- his work, his finances, his sexuality, his temptation, his mind. Sometimes trials just happen because we live in a fallen world with sinful people, but many times trials come because we bring them on ourselves because of the poor decisions we make or the company we associate with. I pray for my husband to have wisdom in all the areas in his life, especially all the things men tend to struggle with the most, like pride, sexual temptation, self reliance. Keep praying for your husband’s trials, but pray for all the other areas in his life too and you may not need to pray for his trials as much. 


I love what Stormie says about trials-


“Trials can be a purifying fire and a cleansing water. You don’t have to your husband to get burned or drowned; you want him to get refined and renewed.” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, page 114)


We can play a big part in that! Keep praying for, supporting and encouraging your husbands!



The Power Of A Praying Wife -His Protection

“Our husbands are on the battlefield every day. There are dangers everywhere. Only God knows what traps the enemy has laid to bring accidents, diseases, evil , violence, and destruction into our lives. Few places are safe anymore, including your own home. But God has said that even though ‘The wicked watches the righteous, and seeks to slay him, the Lord will not leave him in his hand’ (Psalm 37:23,33). He promises that He will be ‘a shield to those who put their trust in Him’ (Proverbs 30:5). He can even be a shield to someone we pray about because of our faith.” (The Power of A Praying Wife, Page 107)

I pray for my husband’s protection every single day. Now this does not come from my holiness, but from my anxiety. I am constantly afraid that my husband is going to get into a car accident on his way home, or that someone is going to rob him at the bank while he deposits his checks after teaching music lessons at night. My anxiety about losing my husband used to be worse. When we were first married, if he was even 5 minutes late coming home from work my mind would start imagining the worse. By the time my poor husband walked through the door, I would be a mess, usually in tears and mad at him for not calling me to say he was going to be late. Most of the time it was traffic or a taking a phone call when he was sitting in the drive was when he got home that caused the delay. No car accident, no major head trauma, no gun shot wounds. Just life.

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes the fear of losing him will creep up at night when I’m waiting for him to get home. His schedule can be a little irregular and he could be an hour earlier or later than I expect. He is usually so good to call and let me know what is going on, but sometimes it slips his mind. (I pray for the Lord to remind him to call me too!)

It’s funny that at this very moment, my husband just came into our room where I’m writing and says he’s going for a run to end his workout. It’s almost 9:30 pm. I still get a little anxious when I think about what could happen. But the Lord has been impressing on my heart to trust Him with my husband’s life. My husband also just said, “I’ll only be gone like six minutes. I’m going to leave my phone here.” The look on my face must have changed his mind because he grabbed his phone and smiled at me before he closed the door.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if God protected us from anything that could harm us?! I would never have to keep watching my clock to see when six minutes have passed!

But there are times when God doesn’t protect us from the evil around us. Bad things happen. I love what Stormie writes about this in this chapter.

“But accidents do happen, even to godly people and when they do they are sudden and unexpected. That’s why prayer for your husband’s protection needs to be frequent and ongoing. You never know when it might be needed in the battle field. And if something happens, you’ll have the comfort of knowing you’ve invited God’s presence and power into the midst of it.” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, Page 108)

That last sentence brings me such peace. When I read it I feel God’s peace wash over me and I feel calm. He is ultimately in control of my husbands safety and I have to trust Him. He is worthy of my trust.



Sew Much Rejoicing

Over the past few months I have been busy opening and running my very own Etsy shop! It’s been incredibly fulfilling making rice bags, aprons, burp cloths,  and baby toys. Most nights of the week after I put Samuel down for the night, you can find me at my kitchen table sewing away. It’s very relaxing for me and energizing too! I get such satisfaction when I finish a project. I get even more satisfaction when the item sells in my shop!

I’ve been making rice bags for friends and family for years. I use mine every single day. Heat always feels good on my back, neck and shoulders when i’m in the middle of a flare from my Fibromyalgia. You can find them scattered all around my house. I spend so much time feeling yucky that when I know I can help someone feel better, I jump on it. Rice bags have played such a big part in me ministering to people. It’s kind of silly when I think about it, but rice bags are really important to me and my life and it’s so exciting to be able to share them with people in my Etsy shop.

Right now I have four different kinds of rice bags in my shop. Here is a little preview!


This rice bag is my classic rice bag. It’s the first kind I started making and the kind I use the most for my neck, shoulders and back. There are lots of colors and patterns to choose from.




These little guys are what I call boo boo buddies and Samuel just recently started calling Owie Ice. 🙂 They are great for those inevitable bumps littles get throughout the day. These are used all day long with Samuel. He knows when he falls down he needs to run to the freezer and grab one for his boo boo…. and he gets lots of boo boos!  They are also great to pop in the microwave and use for hand warmers in your jacket pockets. I made Mike some when he was teaching P.E. outside and he had to stand out in the frigid temperature (ok…so it never really gets THAT cold here, but I know Mike appreciated them!) For those of you who live in a place with snow, these would be great to have for your kids’ pockets too when they go out to play!


I am so excited about these nursing rice bags! Probably because my sister just gave birth to my niece and I was able to help with the pain that comes along with nursing. They are the perfect shape and the center circle does not have rice so your extra sensitive areas are protected from the heat or cold. IMG_8500


This last rice bag is my newest project. It’s a little smaller than my original one and would be great to use for your lower back or even menstrual cramps. It’s also the perfect size to use on your head straight from the freezer if you have a headache. I’ve also used it when my sinuses were really stuffed up. The heat was soothing and started getting the snot flowing (TMI??).IMG_8637


The last thing I have in my shop is probably my favorite! Samuel and my niece Callie both wanted to be super heroes and asked if I would make them capes and masks. The kids loved them and Samuel even wants a super hero birthday party, so I’ll be making Mike an adult sized cape and mask in just a couple weeks. 

I also had some baby toys, burp cloths and aprons in my shop, but they didn’t sell as well, so I pulled them. But I can always do custom orders if people want them! Lately I’ve been thinking of adding some cute monogram tote bags and crayon roll-ups. I would love for you to check out my shop, tell me what you think and if you love something, buy if for your self or a friend or family member to make their life easier! I am so blessed to be able to share my shop and my heart with you!

Here is the link to my shop! SewMuchRejoicing  If you wouldn’t mind, after browsing my shop, come back to my blog and comment on this post and tell me what you think- things I can improve on (lighting in my pictures is definitely one of them! I use my island counter in my kitchen and depending on what time of day I take the picture, the shade of my items and counter vary), what things you would like to see, what patterns and colors make you happy! I appreciate any feed back you have for me!

Thanks and I’m praying for blessings on your day!



Thankful for God’s protection!!

Two day ago I took Samuel to the grocery store for a big shopping trip. He was really good for me, but walking around Winco for an hour, even if Samuel is an angel, is so hard on my body. My knees been bothering me lately and by the time we were done I had about 15 bags full of groceries. We drove home and chatted and when we got home, I sat in my drive way giving myself a pep talk. That’s a whole lot of groceries for me to carry in by myself (and before you start to wonder “why didn’t Mike go shopping with her or for her?”, he offered to go with me on Sunday, but I wanted us to stay home and spend quality family time together without me having to be distracted by grocery shopping). As I sat in my car, the music was on and Samuel was content and I was browsing Facebook, out of the corner of my eye I saw a man approach my car. He look a little “off” so I cracked my window about an inch and he asked me if I had any money so he could get something to eat. I told him that I didn’t and that I spend it all on the groceries I just bought. As he wandered down my street, I thought it was really bizarre that he was asking for money in my neighborhood. When he was a couple houses away, I jumped out of the car, got Samuel out and told him to walk quickly to the house. I grabbed a couple bags of groceries that I had to fit in the back seat. We got into the house and I started a show for Samuel, got him a snack and told him to stay in the house. I walked back out to my car to grab more bags and the guy was standing right by my car! He asked me again if I had any money and I told him I didn’t. He just stood there. I didn’t think he was going to leave so I offered him a cup of water. I told him I would be right back. I grabbed more bags and ran to the house. I locked Samuel in the kitchen with the baby gate and asked him to put the veggies in the fridge. I got the guy some water and when I opened my door he was sitting on my porch bench! I cracked my security door and handed him the water, thinking he would leave. He asked me if I had anything sweet to eat. I told him we don’t really have sweets, but I would look for something. I seriously just wanted him to go away, but didn’t think he would unless I appeased him. I came back with an orange and a fruit roll up. He was upset I didn’t have a granola bar. I pretty much threw the food at him, locked the security door, front door and dead bolt and turned my alarm on. All the while Samuel is standing at the baby gate saying, “Mama, what that man doin’ by our door?” I told Samuel the man was hungry and thirsty and that he was leaving. Well…he didn’t leave! He sat on our porch for a good 5 minutes, at the orange and fruit roll and left the peel and trash on my bench. He knocked on my door and I didn’t answer it. 

As soon as he was gone I called Mike and told him what happened. He told me to call 911 so I did and gave them a full description of the guy. I was thoroughly freaked out, but I still had cold groceries in the car! I sneaked out one last time and grabbed all the groceries left in one fell swoop and ran back into the house. This was at around 2 in the afternoon. I didn’t really feel scared until a little later when I put Samuel down for his quiet time and I was able to process what happened. I didn’t want Samuel to be afraid so I just put on a brave face until I put him into his room about and hour later. I kept peeking out my windows expecting to see him there again. Not a good feeling. I went to my mom’s house after Samuel’s quiet time because I didn’t want to be home alone and Mike wasn’t due home until about 8:30 pm. I got home from my mom’s at about 8:00 pm so I could get Samuel settled down and ready for a bed time story when Mike got home. I had my purse, Samuel’s back pack, some toys Samuel brought over to show Callie and I had to carry Samuel since he left his shoes at my moms. I got out of the car and as I was unbuckling Samuel , a guy rode by on a bike and I jumped and my heart raced, so I grabbed out stuff and ran to the house, locked up, armed the house and waited for Mike to get home.


I woke up yesterday still feeling uneasy and kept peeking out my windows all morning. I’m not a scared person, so that was very uncharacteristic of me. I got Samuel and me ready for the gym and headed to my car, being very cautious of my surroundings, Samuel stopped to chat with out neighbor across the street and when I opened my passenger side door I looked down and the contents of my glove box were all over my front seat. The hair on my neck stood up and I felt even more scared. I didn’t see anything missing but Samuel’s expired epipen I had in the glove box. The change was still in the center console and my handicap placard was still on the seat. I must have forgotten to lock my car as I was running to the house the night before. I got Samuel back into the house and called the police again. Two days in a row! Mike says i’m a regular now. 


The police officer came and took my statement and I told him about the day before. He said he was working in my area and would drive around throughout the day. I was so freaked out that I left my house and spend the day at my sister’s house. I felt so violated. Even though they didn’t take anything of value (they were probably very disappointed with the abundance of toys, kid clothes, half eaten bowl of teddy grahams and pretzels), it make my skin crawl thinking that someone was in my car rifling through my stuff. I drove home from my sister’s at about 5:00 pm so I could have dinner ready when Mike got home. As I walked up to my door, I noticed my box of tax receipts sitting on my porch. I thought we had left it at my in-laws’ house and thought maybe she had dropped it by, although I did think it was weird that she would leave it on the porch in plane sight. As I walked closer to my door I noticed a note sticking out from under the box. It read:

” Dear Neighbors, 

This box and its contents were on our walkway this morning at (their address) up the street. Just returning it because I wasn’t sure if it was important or not.


-Stephanie and Joel”


Again my skin started to crawl! The thief had taken more than I had thought! Inside the box were all of our medical co-pay receipts, some cds, my car manual and our registration bill. That must have been how they knew it was ours; that had our address on it. I spend the evening feeling even more violated, and because I was edge and in pain, things just went from bad to worse. Samuel must have sensed my anxiety because he was so naughty and defiant, throwing tantrums and screaming at me, resulting in lots of time outs. Samuel, deciding not to listen when I asked him to put his smoothie pop in the sink when he was done,  dripped smoothie pop juice all over the kitchen and living room. I had to crawl around on my hands and knees feeling for the small drops of juice. Mike called me outside to look at something and I stepped in dog poop with my flip flops on and got poop all over my foot, I tripped over a toy as I was favoring my bad knee and caught my baby toe, then as we were putting Samuel to bed, I noticed in his anger during one of his time outs, he has ripped up a brand new book we had just bought him. That was the final straw. I left Samuel’s room crying uncontrollably and laid on my bed until Mike finished bed time. That was when I sent out an SOS on Facebook asking for prayer. The crying went on as I iced my incredibly painful and swollen knee. My sweet husband made me strawberry shortcake before he worked out and I sat on the couch eating it and weeping. By the time I actually went to bed I was out of tears and had one heck of a head ache. 


This morning I woke up feeling a little less anxious, but my knee was still killing me, so I skipped the gym again. Samuel was so good for me today. I was just able to enjoy him! We worked on numbers and letters and chatted all day. It was so wonderful! I am so thankful for God’s protection. Mike is going to get me some pepper spray to keep with me just in case something like that happens again and I feel like I need to get away. I think that will give me some peace of mind. I still find myself jumping at noises that don’t usually make me jump and I get goose bumps when I think of what could have happened. I’m going to bed tonight in a much better place, feeling peaceful and safe as I listen to my buff hubby working out in the living room. 🙂

Starting Again

So, it’s been a while. Ok, a long while. To be honest, I’m not really sure what happened. Life happened, I guess. Toddlerhood happened. My Etsy shop happened. I realized I’m only good at doing a couple things at once and my blog has been left on the back burner. And it makes me sad. I love writing and sharing my heart and I don’t really feel like myself if I’m not writing. So, I’d like to start blogging again more consistently. It’s going to be hard since life happens all. the. time. It’s funny that way.


My son will be three next month and as much fun as it is to be home with him everyday, he sucks all the life out of me. 🙂 I go and go and go all day and when I put him into bed and walk back down the hall, my body hurts so much that I either use my rice bags and apply heat to all my sore spots or I ice everything, or I take a pain pill and go to bed. My son gave up napping, and although he does “quiet time”, he is rarely ever quiet, so it’s difficult to concentrate on anything other than laundry or dishes or picking up his million toys. But I do want to write and I have to make a commitment to it.


I realized I never finished my series on The Power of A Praying Wife, by Stormie O’Martian, so that will be the first thing I will tackle. Thanks for being understanding and sticking with me! Stay tuned for a new post!