Beyond the Band-Aid

He Loves Me My parent loves him not

2007-08-31T07:25:00.001-07:00

My Band-Aid story...my husband and I have been together for 6 years (1
dating , 5 married). Almost immediately, my parents were not impressed
with him for a variety of reasons none of which had to do with the fact
that I loved him and we were happy. My parents missed our wedding and did
not talk to us for about six months afterward. We had a sit down and
apologized for our part. (BANDAID)

Two months later, we had our first child a premature baby weighing only
less than two pounds. When she was around 2, my sister started to plan her
wedding. (The adhesive on the BANDAID started to loosen.) At the
reception, my father attacked my husband for disciplining our child in a
way that my father felt was intimidating. (BANDAID OFF) My parents claimed
that my husband was never sorry for what he did and that they did not want
to have me speak to them.

We relocated to Texas which was planned before the wedding. For two years,
my entire family treated me as if we did not exist. We were not invited to
family functions and no one acknowledged any birthdays or anniversaries
except for our little ones birthday. We had been attending the church
almost from the minute that we came to The Woodlands trying to have God
help heal the gapping wounds.(Open Heart Surgery) We prayed that my family
would one day start to acknowledge us. We were more concerned about our
now two children than us. One day the phone rang and my family started to
call again, a long answer to prayer. They still have not acknowledged our
anniversary (BANDAID) but at least we are considered family.

We learned that in our time while my family was absent that we as a couple
had to not use BANDAIDs. We had to learn how to openly communicate what
we needed and wanted. We could not hide behind BANDAIDs. We were able to
see the mistakes we made in how we handled the situation with my family
and correct it in future issues through removing the BANDAIDs. We would
agree that without this experience that we would not be the couple that we
are now. We are each other's true best friends and companions. We know
that God put us in a position with no family around physically and
emotionally to show us that HE never leaves and that HE can heal the most
wounded of hearts.

Band-Aid/Q-tip City

2007-08-26T19:02:00.000-07:00

We found out accidentally what kept happening to the bandaids in our house. When our now five year old, was about three, we had a bandaid emergency. We started a desperate search for just one bandaid (they kept disappearing)...under the sink in our bathroom we found them....they were all - EVERY ONE OF THEM (probably from several boxes) - opened and attached to q-tips making this sort of q-tip/bandaid structure that took up a nice space underneath the sink! Sort of like a bandaid/q-tip city right there underneath our sink! We started putting the bandaids up really high - we still have trouble keeping them in the house, but now b/c he thinks everything - including headaches, need a bandaid! :o)

Baby Smurf Band-Aid

2007-08-26T19:00:00.001-07:00

My Band-Aid story concerns my 74 year old dad. While he and Mom visited us, he attempted to almost cut off his thumb (by all of the blood, you'd think so). Anyway, my husband took him to Urgent Care and they stitched him up and put on a band-aid to keep it clean. A few days later, while we were eating lunch, I noticed Dad's bandage. I started laughing. "Dad, I like your band-aid." He looked down at it. "What's all them dang things. "Dad, I think you're the proud owner of a Baby Smurf band-aid." Later, when Dad got back from his follow-up visit with the doctor, his wound was now covered by a plain old brown one. Guess Pop didn't see the humor in the colorful one Urgent Care gave him.

Didn't See The Humor

2007-08-25T12:17:00.001-07:00

lunch with friends

2007-08-24T16:00:00.001-07:00

One day I was going to lunch with my work colleagues. My friend had just bought a brand new truck, so we all piled into his truck for the short drive to the Chinese food restaurant around the corner. When we arrived, both the front seat passenger and myself reached to open the doors and somehow, my friend got crunched between the doors. Needless to say, it was bleeding badly, so I ran into the restaurant and had to cross through the restaurant to get to the restroom to get cleaned up. Making my way across the room all I kept hearing was "Oooh, someone get her a Band-Aid" or "Gross, put a Band-Aid on that". Of course, I didn't have a Band-Aid and I wrapped it as best that I could and met the group back at the truck. We all thought it needed emergency treatment, so we spent our lunch hour in search of a medical facility. The whole way, my friend who owned the new truck, kept saying how he wished he had some more Band-Aids or something because he didn't want me messing up his truck. My other friend decided to take a photo of my finger with his cell phone for evidence of why we were gone so long at lunch. He emailed the photo to our supervisors who thought we were playing a practical joke on them because it was April 1st (April Fools Day). Eventually I was stiched up and everyone was glad I was alright, even if I did ruin their lunch. Since then, you can usually find a stock of Band-Aids in my purse or car just in case of another freak episode like this. :)

my life battle wounds

2007-08-24T15:09:00.000-07:00

I'm 29 and a single mother of an incredible eight year old boy. I had been placing band aid after band aid on many wounds of mine throughout my life and picked up the pieces each time and moved on ...this is how I handled all of my life battle field wounds. Since fully surrending to my Lord and Savior last year...I can now fight off infection from future wounds and in the process I have worked on repairing the damage caused by old ones. I had to truly look within myself to understand that I was not in control. I WAS NOT IN CONTROL. Once I understood that very fact...I could then turn to the one that was in control of my life and ask for help. With that being said...I have ended 29 years of bad habits and destructive behavior. I am a soldier for Chirst now and I believe deeply that he is directing my life...and instead of fighting him for the wheel...I have let go and given it all to him. The worry...the fear..the anxiety...ALL OF IT. I still have every day life issues that throw a wrench in my day...but that wrench was thrown in for a reason...a test, if you will...on how I handle the circumstance, as THAT will determine how gracefully I will get through it! I have a full year of recovery from my self destructive behaviors and ALL of my relationships have improved because of it. May God Bless all of those with hurts, habits or hang ups in their lives. I pray that he works on their hearts enough to look into what is causing their emotional turmoil in life and have them work on themselves to see the root cause of it all. I will end this story with my favorite verse that I like to call my "recovery" verse. Proverbs 3:5-6 TRUST in the lord with ALL OF YOUR HEART, and LEAN NOT on your OWN understanding. In ALL of your ways AKNOWLEDGE HIM and he will make your PATHS STRAIGHT. Thank you so much Pastor Kerry and Chris Shook...for starting such a wonderful Church that many can be a VITAL part of and ALL can belong.