Friday, June 9, 2006
Then we finally got to the place just to check in and WOW... my people. Just kids everywhere praying and music and hippy-ish prayer types. Aaaaaahhhhh.....
so we said hi and then off to the BEAUTIFUL hilltop castle-type host home....
now, off to do some stuff.
so we said hi and then off to the BEAUTIFUL hilltop castle-type host home....
now, off to do some stuff.
Thursday, June 8, 2006
this might be the only blog for a while.... I am hitting the road.
Much love to the bloggeratis....
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
From all reports, last night's meeting was great. Unfortunately,
Toby refused to attend, or to stay in the nursery.... so the whole
night is kinda a blur of shrieking to me..
Oh well. Maybe next week he'll be used to it again.
Today is my twin's birthday. They would be two.
I don't really want to write about it here... too much of a sad
thing. They are greatly missed. I will always be a little envious of
heaven for their company....
This is supposed to be guys day... but nothing shuts a blog down
quicker than a sad story. So we shall see....
reminder: I am going out of town tomorrow, and may not have internet
again until Monday.
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
Tonight is the first Radiant Revolution Service!!! WOOOOO HOOOOO!
In other news, I will be traveling with the Radiants to Nashville this week for a conference... may or may not have internet access wherever we are sleeping on the floor.
Monday, June 5, 2006
7 years ago today, I was in a hospital bed in Houston... it was my 4th day of bedrest after my water broke at 23 weeks and 3 days gestation.
At some point in the afternoon, my contractions started coming more regularly. I tried to ignore them... but somebody was ready to come and meet the Yablonskis.
After a little while. it was obvious that they had done everything they could do to stop labor and it just wasn't safe anymore. So off they wheeled me to the delivery room.
It's really a blur. I remember looking up at the ceiling as they wheeled me through the doorway and down the hall. Then I was in a different room with my mom and Richy I. Richy and I were both so scared. This was our first baby, our first pregnancy and everything had been normal until my water broke... So I laid there and Mama prayed and came in and out as there was a waiting room FULL of Yablonskis and friends waiting for reports. Richy cried and prayed and sang and almost passed out... He ended up out in the hallway for a while. I remember being in the room, just waiting for something to happen. A woman was screaming hysterically next door, and I had various monitors beeping and printing, and Daddy singing in the hall. And through it all, the steady thump thump thump of a very tiny heartbeat.
When he was born, all of us just held our breath for a moment. I remember thinking "Is he alive? Is he alive?" There is just a split second memory in my mind of a tiny gray body being lifted away from me and then the smallest hoarse little cry. Even in the insanity of the situation, relief flooded us. We just wanted to hear him cry. And then he was being wheeled at high speed down to the NICU, to spend his first hours being intubated and really, kept alive by Jesus and the medical team He worked through.
I saw him hours later, when the epidural wore off. I was so shocked. He was so small and red and I was so scared. I couldn't even talk to him... I just cried and cried. I had Richy wheel me back out in the hallway, where Mama was waiting to comfort me. " You better SNAP out of it!" she said. "That is YOUR baby in there. Now, you go back in there and talk to that baby!". Soothing words, those. So I snapped out of it and went and talked to my baby.
It was a scary day. It was emotional and it was hard. But every minute since he was born, he has blessed us.
He is the most pure, loving child I have ever seen. I don't even deserve the sweetness and trust he has. I am so blessed.
And I am so, so glad beyond what I can express that he cried. And that he fought his way through those 4 months in the NICU and that he is still such a fighter now.
a wee cry
and then beeping
and then more crying
and then you awe holy....
Oh ki gosh!
and singing
and singing
and singing
and praying
and laughing
and telling Buzz what's up
on the phone
banging loudly on the piano
and singing, hands flapping
the sounds of you
what joy
Happy Birthday, Richy.
This was the first picture we took of him. I remember thinking, someday we'll put this one up on a big screen as a testimony. He was 12 inches long and 1 pound 5 ounces.
That's his beanie baby, and Richy's wedding ring fit around his arm. He was a week or 2 old here.
We wrote these Scripture cards and taped them to his incubator to encourage our faith (or denial, some said)
Richard Lynn Clark II
At some point in the afternoon, my contractions started coming more regularly. I tried to ignore them... but somebody was ready to come and meet the Yablonskis.
After a little while. it was obvious that they had done everything they could do to stop labor and it just wasn't safe anymore. So off they wheeled me to the delivery room.
It's really a blur. I remember looking up at the ceiling as they wheeled me through the doorway and down the hall. Then I was in a different room with my mom and Richy I. Richy and I were both so scared. This was our first baby, our first pregnancy and everything had been normal until my water broke... So I laid there and Mama prayed and came in and out as there was a waiting room FULL of Yablonskis and friends waiting for reports. Richy cried and prayed and sang and almost passed out... He ended up out in the hallway for a while. I remember being in the room, just waiting for something to happen. A woman was screaming hysterically next door, and I had various monitors beeping and printing, and Daddy singing in the hall. And through it all, the steady thump thump thump of a very tiny heartbeat.
When he was born, all of us just held our breath for a moment. I remember thinking "Is he alive? Is he alive?" There is just a split second memory in my mind of a tiny gray body being lifted away from me and then the smallest hoarse little cry. Even in the insanity of the situation, relief flooded us. We just wanted to hear him cry. And then he was being wheeled at high speed down to the NICU, to spend his first hours being intubated and really, kept alive by Jesus and the medical team He worked through.
I saw him hours later, when the epidural wore off. I was so shocked. He was so small and red and I was so scared. I couldn't even talk to him... I just cried and cried. I had Richy wheel me back out in the hallway, where Mama was waiting to comfort me. " You better SNAP out of it!" she said. "That is YOUR baby in there. Now, you go back in there and talk to that baby!". Soothing words, those. So I snapped out of it and went and talked to my baby.
It was a scary day. It was emotional and it was hard. But every minute since he was born, he has blessed us.
He is the most pure, loving child I have ever seen. I don't even deserve the sweetness and trust he has. I am so blessed.
And I am so, so glad beyond what I can express that he cried. And that he fought his way through those 4 months in the NICU and that he is still such a fighter now.
a wee cry
and then beeping
and then more crying
and then you awe holy....
Oh ki gosh!
and singing
and singing
and singing
and praying
and laughing
and telling Buzz what's up
on the phone
banging loudly on the piano
and singing, hands flapping
the sounds of you
what joy
Happy Birthday, Richy.
This was the first picture we took of him. I remember thinking, someday we'll put this one up on a big screen as a testimony. He was 12 inches long and 1 pound 5 ounces.
That's his beanie baby, and Richy's wedding ring fit around his arm. He was a week or 2 old here.
We wrote these Scripture cards and taped them to his incubator to encourage our faith (or denial, some said)
Richard Lynn Clark II
Friday, June 2, 2006
I am hijacking Jess's blog to make an important announcement... My devotional worship podcast has been picked up by a publishing company and starting Monday will be played from www.godsipod.com . This is important to you who've been joining me in worship because what you already have set up WILL NO LONGER WORK! YOU WILL NEED TO RE-SUBSCRIBE.
So if you'd like to get a jump start TODAY copy this line and paste it into your browser...
http://www.godsipod.com/podcasts/radiant_worship_podcast.html
I hope you've been enjoying them. Even if you can't listen to the podcast that day just "updating" your itunes helps with the podcast stats and can place it on the top at itunes.com Unfortunately for the next 2 weeks there will be some repeats with new ones mixed in... this is because this audience (of around 4500 people ) have not heard any of the podcasts yet... So please stick with it... they are getting more powerful and more anointed as I am getting more comfortable with recording myself. Blessings... Richy
email addy in code avail @ radiantworship .com (take out the spaces to use)
So if you'd like to get a jump start TODAY copy this line and paste it into your browser...
http://www.godsipod.com/podcasts/radiant_worship_podcast.html
I hope you've been enjoying them. Even if you can't listen to the podcast that day just "updating" your itunes helps with the podcast stats and can place it on the top at itunes.com Unfortunately for the next 2 weeks there will be some repeats with new ones mixed in... this is because this audience (of around 4500 people ) have not heard any of the podcasts yet... So please stick with it... they are getting more powerful and more anointed as I am getting more comfortable with recording myself. Blessings... Richy
email addy in code avail @ radiantworship .com (take out the spaces to use)
Wow. It's June already. I just switched my wall calendar to May a
couple of days ago.
What is it with me and time? Did you know (some of you do) that we
only have 2 clocks in our house, 3 if the coffeemaker is plugged in?
That is- the annoying and much hated alarm clock, and the microwave
clock. The beauty of this is that time ceases to exist in my home.
It's all relative, anyway,
And besides, I can hardly read analog clocks. I sit there figuring
out which hand is the big hand (well, there's a LONG hand and a FAT
hand), then I remember which ones signifies what (the hours and
minutes). Then I multiply by 5. By the time I get there, it's 5
minutes later. Not worth it.
Digital is the way to go. And my little internal clock. *breakfast
*snack *lunch *couple of snacks *early dinner *dinner *late
dinner.... and so on.
So anyway, it's June. And that means a birthday in our house... R2
will be 7. Wowzer.
PSA
Pentecost Service tonight @ CTK.... 6:00 by some reports
edited to say: it says 7:00 on the MCF website, so there you go
Thursday, June 1, 2006
Marnin, all.
Last night was good... the youth group we were at (questionable
grammar there) had about 200 kids... they had a guest worship leader
and then Richy preached. It
was cool to see the dynamic was pretty similar to when we lead
worship and do the whole deal... Richy was giving out prophetic words
and so forth. We took Randy and Crystal with us and they laid hands
and prayed for the kids and such.... a real blessing. I was laughing
because when Randy walks around with Richy he looks like Richy's
bodyguard. (cue: AND I--------IIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YEEEEEEEWWWWWW)
Anyhoo. Great ministry and then an attempted dinner at Chilis with
the youth pastor from this church. Thwarted by the nefarious villain
Tobias. Foiled again.
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