Being a husband and father has many adventures. As far as where I am with my journey, it is just the beginning. Each day has a new challenge and reward.
If I were going to say that this season has been busy, that would be an understatement. Between my 2nd to last semester of school, getting ready to move, and welcoming a baby girl in a couple of months, the daily excitement keeps the blood pumping for sure. To add to all of that, my 2-year-old, Hudson is quite the handful.
Starting the nonprofit “The Fletcher Foundation” has been the biggest joy that I could ask for. This week we are sending out our first check to help pay someone’s bill that has gone through a miscarriage. That is what we wanted to do on our mission to help eliminate bills due to miscarriage or stillbirth. If you want to learn more about it, check us out at thefletcherfoundation.net.
Anyways, fall is my favorite season. It seems like we are going to go right into winter just as we skipped spring this year. Through all the busyness, our Lord is so good and he always provides for me. Our new small group through our church is the biggest blessing and I love going Tuesday nights and growing to be more like Him.
With age, it gets more difficult to step out of our comfort zone and into the unknown. Today I was going down the stars with my 18 month old. He did this thing where he took a step back… and in a way jumped off the top stair and into my arms, knowing that I would catch him.
If this were me, and my dad was standing there and ready to catch me today… I probably wouldn’t jump. Not that I don’t trust him or his abilities… but what if (fill in the blank.)
It seems like in my life right know, there are so many unknowns. The great thing is that none of them are bad things. There are a lot of potential changes in the works and different avenues to seem to be opening up each day. I have to be honest though… this scares me.
I am a creature of habit. I like things to be consistent and systematic. I don’t like variables or things to not be known. Some people live for this stuff but that just isn’t how I am wired.
I want to be a person that lives outside of their comfort zone. Never reckless and always in control of what is happening in my life. But I don’t want to be complacent. I feel like there is always more but I am scared to take the first step off of the top of the stairway into my fathers arms.
I know that God loves me and all of my faith is in him. Knowing that, it still doesn’t make it easy to take that step but that is why they call it faith right?
I hope that you have a great week and that my blog encourages you in your day.
Joshua 1:9 “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
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Lately it seems like life has been a whirlwind. This last Friday we celebrated the life of Fletcher. Fletcher is our baby boy that was a stillbirth baby. We had a great event with all of our close friends and family. Everyone that needed to be there to make the event special made it.
Through this loss, we have started “The Fletcher Foundation.” The Fletcher Foundation’s mission is to provide financial and emotional support for anyone that goes through miscarriage or stillbirth. It is an experience I wouldn’t wish on anyone and is the most difficult thing me or my wife has had to go through.
When things are hard we have options. We can let it destroy us or through it we can glorify our creator. Our God is good to us even though our life doesn’t go the way we want it to. It is so easy to have doubts in Jesus when things aren’t going the way that we want them to.
My challenge and prayer for myself as well as the world is that as times seem to be more chaotic and hard, we turn to a God that is passionate, loving, and always forgiving of our sin. God is our constant and he never changes.
Proverbs 3:5-6 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your way submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”
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Life is busy… I feel like that can even be an understatement sometimes. Between full time school, full time work, a beautiful wife, and a wonderful son there is always something going on in the Phillips’ household. It seems like I am always trying to find the next best thing to cling onto when in reality I already have the best thing in You.
The needs of the flesh are undeniably real. We all are guilty of our own sin and not keeping the spotlight of our life on Jesus. It is easy to get caught up in what is going on. If it isn’t glorifying God, then what are we doing…
One phrase that I have been trying to pound into my head that last few months is the question of… “Where is the spotlight?” I feel like it is easy to keep it off of our Lord and Savior. I think it is easiest to put the spotlight on ourselves. It is easy to take credit for our achievements and success when in reality all of the glory should be going to Jesus. Are we doing (insert activity here) to lift ourselves up or to further the kingdom of God.
Jesus, you will always be enough for me. My prayer for this great creation of yours is that we keep the spotlight on you. There is hope in you Lord and everything we need during our time on Earth we can get from You. Help me to deny my flesh and keep the spotlight on You in everything I do.
I feel like it has been far to long since my last blog. It is something that has been on my mind daily and something I enjoy doing. This season of life is keeping me plenty busy but tonight I have a few minutes to put some words down. I cannot complain much about life. The Lord is using me in ways I could never imagine and I just pray I can continue to be a light for the Lord.
Everybody is sick this winter. Between work, church, and home… it seems like everyone has either gotten a serious case of the flu or the common cold. I haven’t gotten sick yet but am starting to feel a little ill, fingers crossed to it being nothing.
This past weekend was a tough one in the Phillips household. Between battling colds and the flu, our family was having a sick weekend. After my loving mother in law drove down Friday from her home in Minnesota, Haley and I set up shop, hibernating in bed, while Grandma spent some quality time with Hudson. Fast forward to Sunday, everyone was in tip top shape and feeling much better. Haley and I had a date night planned to go to one of our favorite restaurants in downtown Des Moines named Django. We had a babysitter lined up through our church and we were beyond excited to spend the night together after a crazy weekend.
All day Sunday, Hudson was still getting over a multi-week cold. His eyes were starting to get remarkably “goopy.” This is something that he has had before and we were always told just to wipe it with a warm wash cloth. He seemed to be doing fine and we dropped him off at the babysitters.
Dinner was fantastic! Haley had a steak while I had a hamburger and a side of fries, one of my favorite meals. We genuinely enjoyed the baby free time as well as being able to get out of the house. Our waitress was top notch, making the experience just that much better. After this, we made a quick Target run to get some groceries.
When picking up Hudson from the babysitter, something was wrong. He was incredibly fussy and his eye was blanketed with this thick green “goop.” He cried every minute of the 15 minute car ride home. Once we got home, he was refusing to open his eye and crying in a way that he has never cried before. I don’t know if was more of a frustration or a cry of pain but this was the first time that I have every seen him so uncomfortable. It broke my heart seeing this. When we took him out of his car seat, his eye was starting to swell up. The best way that I can explain it is similar to a black eye. He was refusing to open it and would not let us to wipe it up. At this time, I knew that we had to do something. I decided that it was best to call in to the nurse’s line to get their opinion.
It was about 8pm. In central Iowa, we don’t have any urgent cares so the nurses line told us that it is best to go in to the hospital. During the ride, he fell asleep and was extremely peaceful. We made the trip to Methodist Hospital in Des Moines, the same hospital that he was born at. We checked in at the desk and told them what was going on with him. Being as it was a Sunday night, the “house” was full and the waiting room was packed.
We find a couple of chairs in a corner to sit down in. Now the corner point is key because I have no interest in A. myself picking up some of the germs these people have B. Hudson or my wife picking them up. The waiting room was a zoo. Calling it a “zoo” is frankly an understatement. People decided to haul up there whole family and hang out while waiting for their sick ones to get seen. There were kids running around, screaming, crying and walking up and trying to touch other kids. Their parents were to busy on their phones or trying to get a little “shut-eye.”
After we got there, the swelling of Hudson’s eye dropped down drastically. It was way better but the poor guy still couldn’t open it because of the dried up goop. After being in the waiting room for hours, we eventually get called in to a room.
We hear a mom in a neighboring room tell a nurse “I had a cough once that turned in to bronchitis and I want to make sure my daughter doesn’t have bronchitis.” This actually frustrated me as we waiting hours to be seen due to people that had no reason to be there. Not saying their medical condition isn’t valid but the pediatrician would love to see you in the morning, a cough is not an emergency!
Hudson got seen next by a remarkably nice female doctor. The first thing that she did was check his ears and it turned out that he had an ear infection that had developed. It was only in one ear. This made sense as to why his cold seemed like it would never go away.
I would do anything for my son. Including sit in a emergency room lobby for hours with a bunch of sick kids. I love him more than anything and seeing him in the pain was the worst. We picked up the drugs from the pharmacy the next morning and Hudson is doing 100 times better.
I know this isn’t the first or the last time that we will be going to the hospital. The world is a scary place and his next crazy adventure is right around the corner. Before I know it, he will be running around and getting in to playing sports, or even learning how to ride a bike without training wheels. Whatever it is, I am excited and more than ready to take on whatever the world gives me.
“I have learned that raising children is the single most difficult thing in the world to do. It takes hard work, love, luck, and a lot of energy, and it is the most rewarding experience that you can ever have.”
– Janet Reno