from humbled hands

Cora's Birth Story 3/4/2014 I dropped Vince off at work on Monday March 3rd at 1:30, 2.5 weeks before our baby's due date, and came home to a list of things to do. First on the list was my weekly checkup. Still no more progress from the previous week, just a half a centimeter dilated. After I got home I went on a nice long walk with Jack. It was so nice out, we took some pictures together... Me and Jack's shadow. Cold, but nice.  I didn't say they were good pictures.. I put together a frame with a few of our sonogram pictures and put the rest in an album. At about 5:45pm I had to leave to pick Vince up from work. I knew I would have to battle traffic. Vince had dinner for me at work-a leftover chicken sandwich from his boss's 50th birthday party the previous Friday. It wasn't much but I didn't feel like cooking. I dropped him off at campus and I went to bible study until about 10:00 pm. After bible study I had a conversation with my friend about t...

Today, I am thankful. So thankful, in fact, that I want to share my thankfulness with the world! To spare you the time I'll just talk about one thing today, mmkay? VINCE REDIGER How does he do it,  this man that holds my heart? Gently loving me, carefully tending to my needs His service comes from the depths of his heart. A natural response from his love within. Quietly listening,  holding me close. His sacrifice is mirrored after the Lord's. An example he joyously follows. This man who holds my heart- He cares for it as his own. I am so thankful for my husband.  This past year hasn't been a cake-walk but the Lord has used it ALL to bring us closer to Him and closer to each other.  So thankful that God has given me Vince as a gift.  from humbled hands,  Jessie Rediger

I live in a place surrounded by death. W e live by dead people, work with the families of dead people, and even mark where those dead people will be buried.  (Occupation= Cemetery Sexton...its real, look it up ) Strangers come to me after they have lost a loved one and I help them with some of the essential aspects of a funeral.  We determine the location of the grave and I schedule the opening/closing of the grave.  I go through the motions, I deal with the emotions.  I empathize with the hurt and try to be as helpful, understanding, and comforting as possible.   I tell people, "It's not supposed to be like this.  You aren't supposed to lose your teenage son."  What I mean is that God didn't intend for us to live in a world marred by sin and thus by death.  We were made for eternity.  That is why death is so hard.  Death hurts because we were made for life, eternal life with our Father God and Savior Jesus Christ.  While deat...

I have this problem. Generally, its called sin. Specifically, its called believing false things about myself and my Lord and Savior.  I picture it as looking at things other than Jesus. My eyes often stray from Him, the founder and perfecter of my faith, to, say, lies of the Enemy.  Lately these lies have been debilitating.  When my eyes shift, things become disproportionate.  My perspective becomes distorted. I look at myself as a failure. I believe that lie. Then I begin to wrench my neck around to see more.  I see my situation as hopeless.  I believe that lie.  I take a step to turn myself around so I can get a better picture of what else I am supposed to see. I am already walking the other direction when I realize how low and discouraged I have become.  My head is down.  All I can see are lies.  Only darkness.  Everything feels heavy and unbearable. We can't do it on our own.  Thankfully, Jesus doesn't let us.  He is...

DING! I'll start a blog. My current status, "actively seeking employment," (not "unemployed," of course) has freed up some time.  When I'm not sending out mass numbers of resumes to every possible position that I am qualified for (which isn't many, I suppose), I have absolutely nothing to do.  Vince does his homework, studies Greek, and reads and oftentimes I try and do the assignments too, just to see if I can.  My mom always reminds me of my love of learning. I think I just resort to it under dire circumstances, namely boredom.  This morning I decided I wanted the rest of the world, or maybe just my mother and grandmother, to read about my daily life.  I could make it interesting; I'll write about my job hunt or the divine Alfredo pasta I made for dinner last night. Maybe I'll post a YouTube video. OOooo... It could almost be too riveting. One thing I do know: I am blessed.  That word " blessed " encompasses a whole gamut of e...