well, a bit of relief came today when dad called me on my lunch break. he does not have an infection in his blood. (thank you Lord!) but, he does have an infection in his valves. the surgery will now be either the 17th or 18th of april. i will most likely fly in on Easter Sunday (16th) and stay until may 1. i found out today that if i miss 2 weeks of work, i should still be able…
my dad has to have open heart surgery. again. he was born with defective heart valves, and so about 7 years ago had one replaced with a pig valve. since then, it’s been sort of a joke that dad has a pig part in him, but our recent news has taken on a whole new dimension of the pig valve. that pig apparently had a defective valve also. or, it has beome defective since it’s been inplanted. either way, dad…
today is the saboth day. the day of rest. God knew what he was doing when he intended a day of rest for us. when he designed a day of rest for us. he didn’t say, “go to a church building, sit in a pew, pretend you want to be there, try to stay awake during the sermon, greet one another after the service that you’ve sat in on for a thousand times before, go home, eat lunch, and there!…
i guess pain is a part of life. in one passage of the Bible it says that suffering produces perseverance and stronger faith. while i belive that’s true, i don’t believe that God intended for us to have to suffer when he created us. some how when hard times come, God can turn them into good. i don’t know how he does it, but he’s sovereign, and i’ll never understand that. he is good, i believe that. but, that doesn’t…
Full of Joy i received a delightful email this morning from one of my oh-so-loving brothers informing me that my blog is boring. (hhhmmm…based on the facts, can anyone guess which one?) to which i replied. “you ween.” we have a very warm relationship. “you ween.” means, “i love you! even though you ARE a ween.” i was simply emailing people to inform them that my blog was up, not to entertain them with professional writings. so back off chump….
i honestly don’t know why i am still up. i am tired. my eyes are half closed, and my body aches. i have been rather nastalgic lately. i am a writer. i guess that makes me artsy. i have never thought of myself as artsy, but to me, my writing is an art. it’s some thing my Father has given me a passion for. he designed me to feel things passionately. he created me to be dramatic and to be…
