There’s power in prayer

As many of you know, I am in Pittsburgh at the fabulous Postpartum Support International and Marce Society Conference. My physical journey here started Sunday night when my husband and kids dropped me off at a relatives home in Atlanta so I could catch MARTA (public transportation) to the airport the following morning. But my spiritual journey here started some time ago.

The provisions for this trip have been nothing short of astounding. Based solely in faith and prayer, I am so humbled to be here in Pittsburgh at this conference and hosting a special discussion as well.

Back in April, my husband lost his job. I was already in discussions with a fellow PSI Coordinator to host a special discussion in regards to  encouraging professionals to communicate in order to increase continuity of care for the Perinatal Woman. We moved forward and submitted an abstract in June. I had faith my husband would find a job and we would somehow manage to get me to the conference.

He is still unemployed.

On July 4th, I received an email congratulating me on the acceptance of our abstract to the conference (YAY!) and immediately thought, Oh no. Now I HAVE TO GO. I began to pray. I asked others to pray.

Then, in August, I went to Austin, TX for a fundraiser. PSI again was involved. On the return journey, I was stranded in the Austin Airport for 6 hours. The next day, I got ahold of Delta on Twitter and they sent me a travel voucher. At the time I had no idea what I would use it for as I was sure I could not afford to fly to Pittsburgh, even with the discount the voucher offered.

More and more time went by, I continued to pray and wait patiently. I even set up a donation page but nothing happened there.

PSI offers a scholarship to the conference so I applied and received the funds. I now had a partial scholarship but held off on cashing the check because I was unsure if I could still go.

Two weeks ago, I began to panic a little. Continued to pray and tried to stay calm. I tweeted and blogged about praying me to Pittsburgh. I emailed my brother. We checked the flights at Delta and lo and behold, found one for just $178 + tax. He paid what my voucher did not cover as a late birthday/early Christmas present.

I now had a flight.

I received an email from PSI’s awesome Program Coordinator letting me know that there was a Coordinator who had an extra bed I could sleep in for free.

I now had somewhere to stay.

I continued to pray.

PSI’s awesome Program Coordinator found two angel donors to cover the remainder of my Conference stay (thank you whoever you are!) and suddenly I was attending ALL days of the conference (including the pre-conference workshops) and going to the banquet.

I continued to pray for money for meals not included in the conference and to cover checking my bag at the airport.

I mentioned the miracles God had worked so far in my travel needs at my bible study class and only asked for prayer for the remainder of the funds.

After class, two of my classmates walked up to me and handed me cash totaling exactly what I would need to cover these costs.

I was going to Pittsburgh.

Prayer?

WORKS.

Dr. Shoshana Bennett seeking stories of Recovery for new project

Dr. Shoshana Bennett is seeking stories of recovery for a new project. You are welcome to submit your story directly to Dr. Shoshana Bennett by email her at drshosh@droshosh.com.

Your submission should be no longer than two typed pages. Dr. Bennett wants these submissions to cover how you felt at the beginning, during recovery, and then focus on how you feel now as well as any positives in your life now. Is your life better than ever or not?

Submissions are due by the end of October. A bit of short notice, I know, but that’s totally my fault.

So – if you can get two typed pages together by next Sunday for Dr. Shosh, I know she would appreciate it greatly!

Friday Soother: Anne Frank goes surfing in Ventura

 

"A Perfect Morning" by john mueller @flickr

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside,

somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God.

Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy,

amidst the simple beauty of nature.

~Anne Frank~

DAY FIFTEEN (via LIVING The Self-Care Challenge, Oct. 6-26, 2010)

When I was a young girl, I lived in a very rich town. One classmate arrived at and left school in a limo complete with chauffeur every day. Nearly all of my fellow classmates belonged to the yacht club.

And I?

Lived in a modest three bedroom brick cottage with my awesome parents and pain in the arses but I still loved them to pieces little brothers. Our Dodge truck had holes in the floor board. We used to make a game out of watching the road as we sped over it on our various journeys.

We weren’t dirt-poor but we were not over the top obscenely rich either. At least not in the financial sense.

Kids being kids, there were some pretty crappy experiences in my childhood. I was often berated for my lack of monetary associated bling. Teased and called “Corroded” as apparently that was the best they could come up with. Several afternoons found me in tears because of something a classmate said to me – and I don’t even remember what it was right now.

I learned to think pretty poorly of myself up until the 7th grade.

In the 7th grade, I found myself in a new school hundreds of miles away. It was a true blessing. I seized it and “rebranded” myself. I had friends within minutes of my first class starting. Friends who didn’t tease me or make fun of me. Friends who thought it was awesome that the “new girl” was in their class. I soaked it up.

Sure, as the years progressed and puberty sprung herself upon me, I found myself in the hot seat again. But I knew it was not me. It was the other people. It hurt, don’t get me wrong but soon I found myself wishing the people who were so very mean to me would be given a chance at a happier life because clearly, they were hurting too.

After postpartum, I had to re-learn positive self-talk all over again. I had to learn that I was not a bad mom for wanting to spend time away from my child. That formula feeding did not make me evil. That it was okay to be MY kind of mom – and unapologetically me. That I? Was a beautiful mom no matter what.

You are too.

Remember that as you do today’s challenge.

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

DAY FIFTEEN You’re on the downhill side of the 21 day self-care challenge now! The incessant brain chatter that characterizes our thinking can lift us up–when we talk kindly to ourselves. Too often that inner voice rings with negativity. Many people grow up with a critical voice in their heads, driving them to improve by chastising when they’re deficient. Especially when stressed, you may be extremely self-critical, telling yourself: “You are so stupid! Wha … Read More

via LIVING The Self-Care Challenge, Oct. 6-26, 2010

DAY FOURTEEN (via LIVING The Self-Care Challenge, Oct. 6-26, 2010)

I love today’s challenge!

I grew up in a hugging home. We always hugged, said I loved you, laughed, and cuddled. I am glad I grew up this way because it has given me a great appreciation for passing it onto my children and hope that they will too, pass it on to their children.

Hugs are such an essential part of the day. I get down if I don’t get my hugs and will often snag my husband in an embrace as we pass by each other in the hustle and bustle of the day. Speaking of my husband, he recently blogged about the importance of hugging over at his place.

Three hugs? I can do that.

I may even toss in a few more for extra credit!

DAY FOURTEEN Two weeks down, one to go of the 21 day self-care challenge! Remember those sad baby monkeys in a psych book, clinging to the towel-wrapped wire mother monkey? In landmark work by Dr. Harry Harlow, infant monkeys were deprived of warmth and contact with caretakers, clearly demonstrating the importance of physical touch to survival and emotional well-being. You’ve heard the popular 60’s slogan, “have you hugged your kids today?” We accept the crit … Read More

via LIVING The Self-Care Challenge, Oct. 6-26, 2010