Here are Ten Things I'm Thankful For today (in no particular order):
1. My husband--he's wonderful.
2. The IU football team is bowl eligible for the first time, in like, 13 years. AND, they beat Purdue!!
3. Chocolate.
4. Starbucks!!
5. I got half of the house cleaned today.
6. The Eagles have a new album of all new material for the first time in 28 years.
7. God is Sovereign!!!!
8. Yoga.
9. Spring is coming (I realize Winter isn't really here yet, but God's Laws of Nature dictate that Spring WILL COME after Winter!!!)
10. My husband (did I mention him already--he's REALLY wonderful!)
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Funerals
In the past three weeks, my husband and I have had at least 6 funerals we could have attended, but due to time and travel constraints, we've only attended four of them. While these funerals are, as expected, times of sorrow, they've also been full of the joy of seeing old friends and unexpected surprises.
Last week, I attended the funeral of a dear family friend, Gus Thau. He had pretty much grown up with my dad and my uncle, so I've known Gus my whole life. In fact, my dad and Gus were so close at one time, that they both started dating their wives about the same time, got married within 2 weeks of each other, and built their first homes after they got married in the same subdivision.
While the funeral was a great opportunity to meet more of my dad's childhood friends and to learn more about Gus, the part that I will always remember is how Gus was buried. He was buried in his pajamas and bathrobe! I absolutely love that idea. I mean, when you're entering your eternal rest, why not be dressed comfortably!!
Yesterday, Tim and I attended the funeral of the grandmother of our dear friends, Todd and Robyn Leyden. Violet, affectionately called "Gi-Gi-Vi" by her great-grandchildren was 100 years old! She lived a long, full, and blessed life. As we learned at the funeral, she loved showtunes and dreamed of being a dancer in Las Vegas. So, at the cemetary, we gathered around the casket and sang, "Hello, Dolly". I think that was the first time I've ever sung a showtune at anything other than a school musical! What a beautiful way to celebrate this life that was lived.
Last week, I attended the funeral of a dear family friend, Gus Thau. He had pretty much grown up with my dad and my uncle, so I've known Gus my whole life. In fact, my dad and Gus were so close at one time, that they both started dating their wives about the same time, got married within 2 weeks of each other, and built their first homes after they got married in the same subdivision.
While the funeral was a great opportunity to meet more of my dad's childhood friends and to learn more about Gus, the part that I will always remember is how Gus was buried. He was buried in his pajamas and bathrobe! I absolutely love that idea. I mean, when you're entering your eternal rest, why not be dressed comfortably!!
Yesterday, Tim and I attended the funeral of the grandmother of our dear friends, Todd and Robyn Leyden. Violet, affectionately called "Gi-Gi-Vi" by her great-grandchildren was 100 years old! She lived a long, full, and blessed life. As we learned at the funeral, she loved showtunes and dreamed of being a dancer in Las Vegas. So, at the cemetary, we gathered around the casket and sang, "Hello, Dolly". I think that was the first time I've ever sung a showtune at anything other than a school musical! What a beautiful way to celebrate this life that was lived.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Debby, Part III
Debby decided to wait until the following Monday before being taken off of the vent so that her brother, Danny, and his wife could come in from Chicago to say goodbye. That last weekend of Debby's life was as unbelievable testimony to God's goodness and faithfulness. Even though we knew these were are last days with Debby, they were full of joy. Debby was able to say goodbye to each family member and many of her friends, and very few people get that opportunity.
While Tim and I were talking to her, she confessed to us that she was scared to come face-to-face with Jesus--she feared that she would hear from Him, "Depart from me, I never knew you" instead of "Well done, my good and faithful servant". At this point, even though we had the door closed to her room, several people entered the room. For the next 30 minutes or so, we could not keep people out of the room. Every time we got someone to leave, someone else would come in. It was obvious that Satan did not want us to finish our conversation. I kept praying that God would allow us to finish our conversation, and He finally did answer that prayer.
I asked Debby why she was fearful of hearing "Depart from me" from Jesus, and she said because she knew that was one of the two options. If you knew Debby, you knew that answer made a lot of sense--she was a very analytical thinker. So, I asked her if she believed that the only way into Heaven was through faith in Jesus, and she said, "Oh, yes!" Just the joy on her face alone gave evidence that her faith was real. Tim and I then ensured her that she had nothing to fear.
The greatest outcome of our conversation with Debby, was that she was then encouraged enough to spend the rest of the day witnessing to the other family members. While we've not seen any conversions to Jesus Christ yet, we are still praying that those seeds that Debby planted will grow!
The day that the medical staff actually took Debby off of the ventilator was full of joy, but also sorrow as we were saying our last goodbyes. They nurses started sedating Debby around 9:00 am, and it should have taken about 20 minutes for her to be completely sedated. But, Debby was never one to play by the rules--it took almost 8 hours for her to become completely unresponsive. We're not really why it took so long for her body to respond to the drugs, but I think that she was just enjoying as much time with her friends and family as she could. But, around 5:30 pm, they were able to remove her from the ventilator. In just 5 short hours, Debby passed away from this earth and into God's Heavenly Kingdom, where I know she heard "Well done, my good and faithful servant."
While Tim and I were talking to her, she confessed to us that she was scared to come face-to-face with Jesus--she feared that she would hear from Him, "Depart from me, I never knew you" instead of "Well done, my good and faithful servant". At this point, even though we had the door closed to her room, several people entered the room. For the next 30 minutes or so, we could not keep people out of the room. Every time we got someone to leave, someone else would come in. It was obvious that Satan did not want us to finish our conversation. I kept praying that God would allow us to finish our conversation, and He finally did answer that prayer.
I asked Debby why she was fearful of hearing "Depart from me" from Jesus, and she said because she knew that was one of the two options. If you knew Debby, you knew that answer made a lot of sense--she was a very analytical thinker. So, I asked her if she believed that the only way into Heaven was through faith in Jesus, and she said, "Oh, yes!" Just the joy on her face alone gave evidence that her faith was real. Tim and I then ensured her that she had nothing to fear.
The greatest outcome of our conversation with Debby, was that she was then encouraged enough to spend the rest of the day witnessing to the other family members. While we've not seen any conversions to Jesus Christ yet, we are still praying that those seeds that Debby planted will grow!
The day that the medical staff actually took Debby off of the ventilator was full of joy, but also sorrow as we were saying our last goodbyes. They nurses started sedating Debby around 9:00 am, and it should have taken about 20 minutes for her to be completely sedated. But, Debby was never one to play by the rules--it took almost 8 hours for her to become completely unresponsive. We're not really why it took so long for her body to respond to the drugs, but I think that she was just enjoying as much time with her friends and family as she could. But, around 5:30 pm, they were able to remove her from the ventilator. In just 5 short hours, Debby passed away from this earth and into God's Heavenly Kingdom, where I know she heard "Well done, my good and faithful servant."
Debby, Part II
As promised, here is Part II of my blog entries on my sister-in-law's final day on earth. The specific purpose of this entry is to communicate some of the personal and theological questions I encountered as I contemplated Debby's decision to go off of the ventilator.
From a human standpoint, I wholeheartedly supported Debby's decision. Many, many years ago, when there were no trach vents, Debby wouldn't have even had a decision to make. But now, the medical advances that we've seen, are actually forcing humans to play God with their own lives. So, from a Christian viewpoint, are we required by God to utilize every medical means available to prolong our lives as long as possible? Theoretically, Debby could have lived forever on a trach vent. I believe that our bodies are holy temples and that we are to take as good of care of them as is possible on this earth. But, does that mean living indefinitely hooked up to a machine?
As I struggled with these theological questions, I kept coming back to one thing--Why keep suffering on this earth when you can be in Heaven, in the presence of Jesus? However, my husband was of the viewpoint that, if it were him, and if being in a nursing home and on a ventilator indefinitely would eventually help bring his entire family to Christ, he would do it. And trust me, the 2+ months that Debby spent in a hospital bed were crucial for the cause of Christ, and all she had to do was lay in bed. By her being there, Tim was able to minister to countless patients, visitors, and hospital staff members that he would talk to while he was visiting Debby. And, I have no doubt, that if she had stayed on the ventilator and gone to a nursing home, that countless others would have been ministered to because Tim was there visiting Debby.
So, is there a right or wrong answer? Or, is it different for each person depending on what God's will is for that person? I came to the personal conviction that trach vents are great if they will enable a person to recover enough to be able to come off of the ventilator. With that said, there are patients with MD who live active lives on a trach vent. And, I praise God that we have this technology that enables them to do that. If Debby had gone on a trach vent years earlier, she would have been one of those people. But, at this point in her life, her body was way too sick to be able to live an active life with the trach vent.
The day after Debby's daughters shared her wishes to the family, I went to visit Debby. While I was there, she spoke with her case manager and the hospital pyschologist about her decision. Both of them noted that, while she had stated these same wishes before, her attitude had changed completely. There was joy and peace where there was once anger and depression. Debby asked me what I thought about her decision, and I told her that I supported her 100%. She said, "But . . . .?", and I said, "No but's, I support you 100%".
From a human standpoint, I wholeheartedly supported Debby's decision. Many, many years ago, when there were no trach vents, Debby wouldn't have even had a decision to make. But now, the medical advances that we've seen, are actually forcing humans to play God with their own lives. So, from a Christian viewpoint, are we required by God to utilize every medical means available to prolong our lives as long as possible? Theoretically, Debby could have lived forever on a trach vent. I believe that our bodies are holy temples and that we are to take as good of care of them as is possible on this earth. But, does that mean living indefinitely hooked up to a machine?
As I struggled with these theological questions, I kept coming back to one thing--Why keep suffering on this earth when you can be in Heaven, in the presence of Jesus? However, my husband was of the viewpoint that, if it were him, and if being in a nursing home and on a ventilator indefinitely would eventually help bring his entire family to Christ, he would do it. And trust me, the 2+ months that Debby spent in a hospital bed were crucial for the cause of Christ, and all she had to do was lay in bed. By her being there, Tim was able to minister to countless patients, visitors, and hospital staff members that he would talk to while he was visiting Debby. And, I have no doubt, that if she had stayed on the ventilator and gone to a nursing home, that countless others would have been ministered to because Tim was there visiting Debby.
So, is there a right or wrong answer? Or, is it different for each person depending on what God's will is for that person? I came to the personal conviction that trach vents are great if they will enable a person to recover enough to be able to come off of the ventilator. With that said, there are patients with MD who live active lives on a trach vent. And, I praise God that we have this technology that enables them to do that. If Debby had gone on a trach vent years earlier, she would have been one of those people. But, at this point in her life, her body was way too sick to be able to live an active life with the trach vent.
The day after Debby's daughters shared her wishes to the family, I went to visit Debby. While I was there, she spoke with her case manager and the hospital pyschologist about her decision. Both of them noted that, while she had stated these same wishes before, her attitude had changed completely. There was joy and peace where there was once anger and depression. Debby asked me what I thought about her decision, and I told her that I supported her 100%. She said, "But . . . .?", and I said, "No but's, I support you 100%".
Debby, Part I
I've been contemplating writing this blog for several months now, but keep putting it off because I know that it will be one of the most emotionally draining things I've ever done. Ironically, though, my hope is to communicate one of the most beautiful events I've ever witnessed--the death of my sister-in-law, Debby. Death being beautiful? I know it can seem hard to imagine, but the last week of her life, as she eagerly anticipated the end of her earthly suffering and her entrance into God's Heavenly Kingdom was definitely beautiful.
Because of the extreme length of this blog entry, I've decided to break it into 3 parts. The first part will just give an overview of Debby's health problems, with particular attention on the 2-3 months leading up to the last week of her life. Part 2 will focus on my theological and personal questions/struggles regarding current medical technology, and life and death decisions. Part 3 will focus on the last week of Debby's life. I hope to have parts 2 and 3 completed and posted within the next week.
Debby had suffered from Muscular Dystrophy for 35 years. The last year or so was extremely difficult as she knew she was only months away from needing to go on a trach vent in order to continue living. Debby desperately did not want to go on a ventilator, and, I believe, was hoping that she really wouldn't even have to make that decision either way. But, in April of this year, she was taken to the ER because of breathing difficulties. The doctors quickly determined that her lungs needed to be drained, and they prepped the family for the fact that just going through the procedure would be so hard on her body that she would need to go on a ventilator. By the grace of God, Debby came through that procedure just fine. But, just days later, she needed to go on a ventilator, and soon thereafter, a trach ventilator.
Because of the permanancy of the trach vent, Debby was soon moved to an acute care facility that specializes in patients who are on ventilators. Debby, who has battled depression most of her adult life, was at one of the lowest points of her life. Not only had she reached the point where absolutely everything needed to be done for her, she also had to face the reality that she would not be going home. The rest of her time on this earth would be spent in a hospital or a nursing home. Debby just wanted to be taken off of the ventilator so that she could die, but it was obvious to all of us that her desire to die was fueled by anger--at her family, at her doctors and nurses, and especially, at God.
By the grace of God, Debby was assigned to a caseworker who was really able to connect with Debby. In just a few short days, Barb had Debby weaned off of the ventilator--something none of us thought was possible. While she still had oxygen hooked up to her trach to assist her breathing, she was able to breath on her own. We had been trying to find a nursing home that would take Debby, but her physical needs were too great for any of them to be able to care for her properly. In-home care would have bankrupted the whole family. But, with her off of the ventilator, we had hope that we might be able to find a nursing home to take her. Despite this huge step, Debby was still severely depressed.
After remaining off of the ventilator for about 3 weeks, Debby suddenly took a turn for the worse and needed to go back onto the ventilator. Within days, Debby talked with her daughters and told them that she wanted to be taken off of the ventilator and be made comfortable until she died. Her daughters communicated her wishes to the family, and the entire family agreed to support her decision.
While this overview of Debby's medical condition seems lengthy, I've actually ommitted several details and have opted to stick with general descriptions. For a more detailed accounting of Debby's last few months, please visit my husband's website at www.suffering.net. He posted almost daily updates on Debby's condition.
Because of the extreme length of this blog entry, I've decided to break it into 3 parts. The first part will just give an overview of Debby's health problems, with particular attention on the 2-3 months leading up to the last week of her life. Part 2 will focus on my theological and personal questions/struggles regarding current medical technology, and life and death decisions. Part 3 will focus on the last week of Debby's life. I hope to have parts 2 and 3 completed and posted within the next week.
Debby had suffered from Muscular Dystrophy for 35 years. The last year or so was extremely difficult as she knew she was only months away from needing to go on a trach vent in order to continue living. Debby desperately did not want to go on a ventilator, and, I believe, was hoping that she really wouldn't even have to make that decision either way. But, in April of this year, she was taken to the ER because of breathing difficulties. The doctors quickly determined that her lungs needed to be drained, and they prepped the family for the fact that just going through the procedure would be so hard on her body that she would need to go on a ventilator. By the grace of God, Debby came through that procedure just fine. But, just days later, she needed to go on a ventilator, and soon thereafter, a trach ventilator.
Because of the permanancy of the trach vent, Debby was soon moved to an acute care facility that specializes in patients who are on ventilators. Debby, who has battled depression most of her adult life, was at one of the lowest points of her life. Not only had she reached the point where absolutely everything needed to be done for her, she also had to face the reality that she would not be going home. The rest of her time on this earth would be spent in a hospital or a nursing home. Debby just wanted to be taken off of the ventilator so that she could die, but it was obvious to all of us that her desire to die was fueled by anger--at her family, at her doctors and nurses, and especially, at God.
By the grace of God, Debby was assigned to a caseworker who was really able to connect with Debby. In just a few short days, Barb had Debby weaned off of the ventilator--something none of us thought was possible. While she still had oxygen hooked up to her trach to assist her breathing, she was able to breath on her own. We had been trying to find a nursing home that would take Debby, but her physical needs were too great for any of them to be able to care for her properly. In-home care would have bankrupted the whole family. But, with her off of the ventilator, we had hope that we might be able to find a nursing home to take her. Despite this huge step, Debby was still severely depressed.
After remaining off of the ventilator for about 3 weeks, Debby suddenly took a turn for the worse and needed to go back onto the ventilator. Within days, Debby talked with her daughters and told them that she wanted to be taken off of the ventilator and be made comfortable until she died. Her daughters communicated her wishes to the family, and the entire family agreed to support her decision.
While this overview of Debby's medical condition seems lengthy, I've actually ommitted several details and have opted to stick with general descriptions. For a more detailed accounting of Debby's last few months, please visit my husband's website at www.suffering.net. He posted almost daily updates on Debby's condition.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Autumn Ramblings
With the exception of some very strong winds, today is the perfect fall day. The sky is blue and perfectly accented with puffy, white clouds, and the temperature is cool, but not cold. I'm sitting on my back deck, for maybe the last time this year, just contemplating the wonder of God's creation.
I've spent the last few weeks doing the fall gardening--tearing out the annuals (which literally broke my heart because they were still blooming, but I had to do it when I actually had the time and energy to do it), transplanting hostas and daylillies, and planting bulbs--tulips, daffodils, crocuses, and scillas. Even though it is hard to let go of my gorgeous annuals, I do love tearing them out because I really do love working in the dirt. There is nothing more energizing for me than working in my garden, regardless of the task at hand.
I've also been working on organizing the garage--put up new shelves and a cabinet, and I am soooo thankful for the extra storage space. I finally feel like I can put everything away AND find it when I need it.
This past weekend, Tim and I did our annual pumpkin shopping. The pumpkin crop wasn't very good this year because of the drought, and because we waited so long to actually go buy any pumpkins, the selection was pretty sparce. But, we managed to find two that we could agree on and also got some hay, gourds, and a scarecrow to complete our outdoor fall decorating. We've also been enjoying some apple cider, and I'm looking forward to making a pumpkin bundt cake in the next few days/weeks.
The other fall activity that we plan to do every year, but never quite get to do is to go to an IU football game. There is nothing more gorgeous than Monroe County (Bloomigton, IN) in the fall, and the atmosphere at a college football game is always exciting--even at IU. But, we both got sick the week we planned to go (which seems to happen every year), so we'll try again next year.
All in all, I do think Autumn is my favorite season--the smells, tastes, and colors of fall are comforting and warm, and I'm thankful for their comfort as we head into winter (admittedly, my LEAST favorite season).
I've spent the last few weeks doing the fall gardening--tearing out the annuals (which literally broke my heart because they were still blooming, but I had to do it when I actually had the time and energy to do it), transplanting hostas and daylillies, and planting bulbs--tulips, daffodils, crocuses, and scillas. Even though it is hard to let go of my gorgeous annuals, I do love tearing them out because I really do love working in the dirt. There is nothing more energizing for me than working in my garden, regardless of the task at hand.
I've also been working on organizing the garage--put up new shelves and a cabinet, and I am soooo thankful for the extra storage space. I finally feel like I can put everything away AND find it when I need it.
This past weekend, Tim and I did our annual pumpkin shopping. The pumpkin crop wasn't very good this year because of the drought, and because we waited so long to actually go buy any pumpkins, the selection was pretty sparce. But, we managed to find two that we could agree on and also got some hay, gourds, and a scarecrow to complete our outdoor fall decorating. We've also been enjoying some apple cider, and I'm looking forward to making a pumpkin bundt cake in the next few days/weeks.
The other fall activity that we plan to do every year, but never quite get to do is to go to an IU football game. There is nothing more gorgeous than Monroe County (Bloomigton, IN) in the fall, and the atmosphere at a college football game is always exciting--even at IU. But, we both got sick the week we planned to go (which seems to happen every year), so we'll try again next year.
All in all, I do think Autumn is my favorite season--the smells, tastes, and colors of fall are comforting and warm, and I'm thankful for their comfort as we head into winter (admittedly, my LEAST favorite season).
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Another year gone
Today, I turn 39. It's almost surreal--physically, I can still pass for 29 (I think??) and some days, I feel like my maturity level isn't much above 19. Thirty-nine in and of itself isn't so bad, though. It's just knowing that next year is the big 4-0 that freaks me out.
All in all, I am thankful for every day that God gives me on this earth because I know life is fleeting. In the past year, I have mourned the loss of my friend Dianna (cancer), my father-in-law (cancer), my cousin's husband (ALS), and my sister-in-law (Muscular Dystrophy). It's been a rough year, and while I may LOOK 29, my body feels more like 49.
Even though I've been surrounded by a lot of illness and death in the last year, God is still good. He gives me strength that I didn't know was even possible. And, the opportunities that He has given us to proclaim His name are countless. Seeing His hand in all of these circumstances has eased the pain. But, mainly, it all makes me long for Heaven more. At times, I am quite jealous of my friends and family members who are in Heaven, in the presence of Jesus, with no pain, no suffering, no sin nature to battle, etc. And I am comforted in knowing that one day, I too, will be in Heaven, and all of the pain and misery on this earth will be forgotten.
Until then, my desire is to serve Him faithfully, regardless of how old I am, look, or feel. Every day is a gift from God, and I pray that I will use all of those days to glorify Him.
All in all, I am thankful for every day that God gives me on this earth because I know life is fleeting. In the past year, I have mourned the loss of my friend Dianna (cancer), my father-in-law (cancer), my cousin's husband (ALS), and my sister-in-law (Muscular Dystrophy). It's been a rough year, and while I may LOOK 29, my body feels more like 49.
Even though I've been surrounded by a lot of illness and death in the last year, God is still good. He gives me strength that I didn't know was even possible. And, the opportunities that He has given us to proclaim His name are countless. Seeing His hand in all of these circumstances has eased the pain. But, mainly, it all makes me long for Heaven more. At times, I am quite jealous of my friends and family members who are in Heaven, in the presence of Jesus, with no pain, no suffering, no sin nature to battle, etc. And I am comforted in knowing that one day, I too, will be in Heaven, and all of the pain and misery on this earth will be forgotten.
Until then, my desire is to serve Him faithfully, regardless of how old I am, look, or feel. Every day is a gift from God, and I pray that I will use all of those days to glorify Him.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Flat tire
Is it possible to be thankful for a flat tire?
I went up to Bremen, IN a couple of weeks ago to visit my parents. While I was there, my niece, Francile, told me that my parents were thinking about getting a cell phone. My parents just got cordless phones and voicemail for the first time within the last month, so it was shocking to hear that they were considering cell phones so soon. My dad then stated that they were considering the cell phones because their OnStar service was cancelled. Considering that my parents are in their 70's and my mom is blind in one eye, they really need to have either OnStar or cell phones. And, considering that they already know how to use OnStar, it's best that they stick with that.
So, my parents said that their OnStar service was cancelled BY OnStar. I don't really know what happened because Mom hadn't gotten ready to call them yet to find out. My mom is one who has to take her time to think through things before she takes action. Usually, once she does have a plan of action, it is VERY good. However, it takes her forever to come up with a plan. So, she needed to really think through things before she called OnStar to see if they could get it reactivated.
I left Bremen about 5:30 PM that day. While we've been experiencing drought in Indy, Northern Indiana has been getting flooded. That day, God blessed the Indy area with rain, so I experienced rain the whole trip. When I was almost out of Kokomo, I suddenly blew a tire. Now, I have had three flat tires in my life. The first happened about 12 years ago on my way TO Bremen, the second was last year while IN Bremen, and this one was on the way home FROM Bremen. I may never go to Bremen again. But, I digress. Thanks to AAA, I was back on the road within an hour, albeit a bit wet.
Once I was back on the road, I called my parents to let them know what happened. Dad was greatly impressed that I was able to get going again BECAUSE I HAD A CELL PHONE. The next day, Dad called OnStar and got their service reactivated. PRAISE THE LORD!!! Thankfully, my flat tire incident proved to dad how important it is that they have OnStar in place. I'm also very thankful that God used JUST a flat tire to make the point to my dad.
I went up to Bremen, IN a couple of weeks ago to visit my parents. While I was there, my niece, Francile, told me that my parents were thinking about getting a cell phone. My parents just got cordless phones and voicemail for the first time within the last month, so it was shocking to hear that they were considering cell phones so soon. My dad then stated that they were considering the cell phones because their OnStar service was cancelled. Considering that my parents are in their 70's and my mom is blind in one eye, they really need to have either OnStar or cell phones. And, considering that they already know how to use OnStar, it's best that they stick with that.
So, my parents said that their OnStar service was cancelled BY OnStar. I don't really know what happened because Mom hadn't gotten ready to call them yet to find out. My mom is one who has to take her time to think through things before she takes action. Usually, once she does have a plan of action, it is VERY good. However, it takes her forever to come up with a plan. So, she needed to really think through things before she called OnStar to see if they could get it reactivated.
I left Bremen about 5:30 PM that day. While we've been experiencing drought in Indy, Northern Indiana has been getting flooded. That day, God blessed the Indy area with rain, so I experienced rain the whole trip. When I was almost out of Kokomo, I suddenly blew a tire. Now, I have had three flat tires in my life. The first happened about 12 years ago on my way TO Bremen, the second was last year while IN Bremen, and this one was on the way home FROM Bremen. I may never go to Bremen again. But, I digress. Thanks to AAA, I was back on the road within an hour, albeit a bit wet.
Once I was back on the road, I called my parents to let them know what happened. Dad was greatly impressed that I was able to get going again BECAUSE I HAD A CELL PHONE. The next day, Dad called OnStar and got their service reactivated. PRAISE THE LORD!!! Thankfully, my flat tire incident proved to dad how important it is that they have OnStar in place. I'm also very thankful that God used JUST a flat tire to make the point to my dad.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sami
Today is the 23rd anniversary of my dog's (Sami) birthday. Sami was everything that I love about dogs--playful, friendly, funny, and unconditionally loving. For a great part of my life, she was my best friend.
Sami was a Miniature Schnauzer--and the only reason my mom broke down and let Dad get me a dog for my 16th birthday is that Schnauzer's don't shed. While my mom really didn't want to deal with the headache of a dog, I know that she loved Sami just as much as I did.
Sami was a brilliant dog who had moments of shear stupidity. Her favorite toy was an old sock, and she knew HER sock by it's smell--she never picked up one of my dad's good socks to play with. She played with her sock so much, that we had to replace it every couple of months. But, it was a great way to make use of dad's socks that otherwise would have been thrown out. We used to play fetch with the sock, and Sami would sit, stay, and go on command.
Sami was, like most dogs, a creature of habit. She knew that everyday at 4:30 pm (or whenever I got home from work) was "snack time", and she would do her Snoopy-like dance in anticipation. She also could only eat her dinner on carpet. Mom and Dad's kitchen is carpeted, and she would always grab a mouthful of food, place it on the floor, and then eat one piece at a time. Whenever she if her food bowls were ever placed on linoleum floors, she would always look for a carpeted area or throw rug on which to place her food.
Sami ALWAYS was excited to see me--and anybody, for that matter. But she did show more excitement whenever I would come home from college to visit. I remember one time, she was outside on her chain when I pulled up in the driveway. As soon as I got out of the car, Sami ran full speed towards me. Problem was, she was till on the chain. The chain stopped her and she flew up and backwards and landed on her back--much like that poor dog in the Foghorn Leghorn cartoons. I really thought she broke her neck, but she bounced right back up and welcomed me home.
I had to put Sami to sleep 8 years ago this past March. She was old and frail, and getting weaker every day. When she was a puppy, we used to put her in the basement when we'd leave for long periods of time so that if she had to do her "duties", she wouldn't ruin our carpets. Years later, as it became near impossible for her to last through the workday without a trip outside, she would go down to the basement. Only once, did she mess on the carpet, and I could tell that she felt awful about it. I just hugged her and loved on her.
I miss Sami the most when I'm sad. She could always make me smile with her playful antics. And, if she didn't feel like playing, she'd just cuddle up next to me and keep me company. She was truly a great friend.
Sami was a Miniature Schnauzer--and the only reason my mom broke down and let Dad get me a dog for my 16th birthday is that Schnauzer's don't shed. While my mom really didn't want to deal with the headache of a dog, I know that she loved Sami just as much as I did.
Sami was a brilliant dog who had moments of shear stupidity. Her favorite toy was an old sock, and she knew HER sock by it's smell--she never picked up one of my dad's good socks to play with. She played with her sock so much, that we had to replace it every couple of months. But, it was a great way to make use of dad's socks that otherwise would have been thrown out. We used to play fetch with the sock, and Sami would sit, stay, and go on command.
Sami was, like most dogs, a creature of habit. She knew that everyday at 4:30 pm (or whenever I got home from work) was "snack time", and she would do her Snoopy-like dance in anticipation. She also could only eat her dinner on carpet. Mom and Dad's kitchen is carpeted, and she would always grab a mouthful of food, place it on the floor, and then eat one piece at a time. Whenever she if her food bowls were ever placed on linoleum floors, she would always look for a carpeted area or throw rug on which to place her food.
Sami ALWAYS was excited to see me--and anybody, for that matter. But she did show more excitement whenever I would come home from college to visit. I remember one time, she was outside on her chain when I pulled up in the driveway. As soon as I got out of the car, Sami ran full speed towards me. Problem was, she was till on the chain. The chain stopped her and she flew up and backwards and landed on her back--much like that poor dog in the Foghorn Leghorn cartoons. I really thought she broke her neck, but she bounced right back up and welcomed me home.
I had to put Sami to sleep 8 years ago this past March. She was old and frail, and getting weaker every day. When she was a puppy, we used to put her in the basement when we'd leave for long periods of time so that if she had to do her "duties", she wouldn't ruin our carpets. Years later, as it became near impossible for her to last through the workday without a trip outside, she would go down to the basement. Only once, did she mess on the carpet, and I could tell that she felt awful about it. I just hugged her and loved on her.
I miss Sami the most when I'm sad. She could always make me smile with her playful antics. And, if she didn't feel like playing, she'd just cuddle up next to me and keep me company. She was truly a great friend.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
PTL
This past week as been one of the most difficult weeks of my life. There haven't been in huge tragedies (other than the passing of IU Football coach, Terry Hoeppner), but everything I've touched has turned into a major project that needs to be revisted at least 5 times before it's done.
It all started with my computer crashing about 2 weeks ago. It is really unbelievable how dependent we are on our computers. Anyway, I had two people look at it, and none of the data from my harddrive was retrievable. My husband told me to buy a new computer, so I am now the proud owner of a MacBook. It's fabulous, easy to learn, etc. But, I'm still trying to get my Quicken files transferred to a Mac format, so until that happens, I still don't feel like I know what's going on with our finances! BUT, Thank God that I do have this new computer.
I met with two Elder Law Attorneys this week to discuss my sister-in-law's (Debby) situation. She is currently in an acute-care facility and will need to be moved to a nursing home. Our goal is to legally move her money so that she can qualify for Medicaid. This is a brand new experience for me, so my brain was completely fried after those two meetings.
THEN, we found out that Debby's medicare DIDN'T go into effect in April like we were originally told. Her Medicare benefits will go into effect in October, so that kink has made it necessary for me to revise the Medicaid plan. I really don't have any mental energy left for that, so I'm hoping to start that process tomorrow.
On top of all of this, I feel like I have been completely alienated by all of my friends. I don't believe it's intentional--more like a comedy of errors. Some are out of town, while others are overwhelmed with their own situations. Put it all together, and I don't have my friends around to encourage or advise me during one of the most difficult weeks of my life. And, let me add, I have been making phone calls to my friends--they are just too busy or unable to call me back.
The end result is that I'm in one of the biggest spiritual funks of my life. I'm grumpy and despondent--as is evidenced by my rant against WalMart in my previous blog.
So, I've been crying out to God. Problem is, my mind is so fried, I don't even know what to pray for. A good friend of mine just reminded me today that the Holy Spirit "groans" on our behalf and Christ intercedes for us. God answered their prayers, because the clouds in my mind and soul have started to clear just enough for me to be able to process things a bit better. While I feel abandoned by my friends, I know that they haven't really abandoned me. I also know that God is ALWAYS there. HE WILL NEVER abandon me. In this crazy world, friends do get busy and unable to help, but God doesn't. That fact is extremely comforting. And, even though things are spinning out of control, God is stil in control, and all of this is somehow part of His perfect plan.
It all started with my computer crashing about 2 weeks ago. It is really unbelievable how dependent we are on our computers. Anyway, I had two people look at it, and none of the data from my harddrive was retrievable. My husband told me to buy a new computer, so I am now the proud owner of a MacBook. It's fabulous, easy to learn, etc. But, I'm still trying to get my Quicken files transferred to a Mac format, so until that happens, I still don't feel like I know what's going on with our finances! BUT, Thank God that I do have this new computer.
I met with two Elder Law Attorneys this week to discuss my sister-in-law's (Debby) situation. She is currently in an acute-care facility and will need to be moved to a nursing home. Our goal is to legally move her money so that she can qualify for Medicaid. This is a brand new experience for me, so my brain was completely fried after those two meetings.
THEN, we found out that Debby's medicare DIDN'T go into effect in April like we were originally told. Her Medicare benefits will go into effect in October, so that kink has made it necessary for me to revise the Medicaid plan. I really don't have any mental energy left for that, so I'm hoping to start that process tomorrow.
On top of all of this, I feel like I have been completely alienated by all of my friends. I don't believe it's intentional--more like a comedy of errors. Some are out of town, while others are overwhelmed with their own situations. Put it all together, and I don't have my friends around to encourage or advise me during one of the most difficult weeks of my life. And, let me add, I have been making phone calls to my friends--they are just too busy or unable to call me back.
The end result is that I'm in one of the biggest spiritual funks of my life. I'm grumpy and despondent--as is evidenced by my rant against WalMart in my previous blog.
So, I've been crying out to God. Problem is, my mind is so fried, I don't even know what to pray for. A good friend of mine just reminded me today that the Holy Spirit "groans" on our behalf and Christ intercedes for us. God answered their prayers, because the clouds in my mind and soul have started to clear just enough for me to be able to process things a bit better. While I feel abandoned by my friends, I know that they haven't really abandoned me. I also know that God is ALWAYS there. HE WILL NEVER abandon me. In this crazy world, friends do get busy and unable to help, but God doesn't. That fact is extremely comforting. And, even though things are spinning out of control, God is stil in control, and all of this is somehow part of His perfect plan.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Walmart
About 18 months ago, I was shopping at Walmart, and picked up a can of Folger's Vanilla Cappuccino mix. I noticed immediately that the can was WAY too light. I removed the lid, and noticed that the protective seal was gone, as was 3/4 of the product. I did nothing except put the can back on the shelf--an action (or rather, inaction), which I regretted just hours later (that nagging guilty conscience I have). Today's events have cause me to revisit my regret.
Today, while shopping at Walmart, I was looking for some lotion. There were two female employees who were stocking shelves in the makeup aisles, which are right next to the lotion. To my horror, one of the employees walked over to the lotion, and pumped out some lotion from one of the bottles to use on her hands and arms. She did not hesitate to do this in front of me and another customer. She also did not need to twist the pump first in order to open the bottle. Therefore, the bottle had been used before.
The fact that the employee did not hesitate to get lotion from the bottle combined with my previous experience with the cappuccino makes me wonder just how often this type of pilfering goes on at Walmart--and by their employees no less!!
So, today, I decided that I would act. I got home and immediately got on Walmart's website to send the store manager an email. I utitilized their feedback system, and typed in a brief explanation of what I had witnessed (along with my declaration that I would no longer shop there). When I hit submit, the feedback did not go through. It told me that there was an error--supposedly a field was left blank--but all fields were filled in. So, their website is just as useless as their employees.
A few months ago, Walmart was fighting like mad to get zoning approved to build a store in Zionsville. The residents of Zionsville fought it with every fiber of their being because they thought that the unique stores in downtown Zionsville would not be able to compete with Walmart. I never bought that argument because those stores don't sell anywhere close to the same merchandise as Walmart. We're not talking about a mom and pop tv store that would lose to the retail giant--we're talking antique stores, specialty gift shops, and high-end clothiers. I actually wanted Walmart to win the battle because I hate shopping at the 86th street location. But, now that I know what kind of people they employ, I'm glad Zionsville won!!
I don't usually like to rant about things like this (at least on my blog), but this has been an extremely long week, and I feel like I'm hitting brick walls at every turn. I would probably be more justified in ranting about Medicare/SSA (LONG story), but for some reason, it is so much more enjoyable to rant about the things that don't really matter.
Today, while shopping at Walmart, I was looking for some lotion. There were two female employees who were stocking shelves in the makeup aisles, which are right next to the lotion. To my horror, one of the employees walked over to the lotion, and pumped out some lotion from one of the bottles to use on her hands and arms. She did not hesitate to do this in front of me and another customer. She also did not need to twist the pump first in order to open the bottle. Therefore, the bottle had been used before.
The fact that the employee did not hesitate to get lotion from the bottle combined with my previous experience with the cappuccino makes me wonder just how often this type of pilfering goes on at Walmart--and by their employees no less!!
So, today, I decided that I would act. I got home and immediately got on Walmart's website to send the store manager an email. I utitilized their feedback system, and typed in a brief explanation of what I had witnessed (along with my declaration that I would no longer shop there). When I hit submit, the feedback did not go through. It told me that there was an error--supposedly a field was left blank--but all fields were filled in. So, their website is just as useless as their employees.
A few months ago, Walmart was fighting like mad to get zoning approved to build a store in Zionsville. The residents of Zionsville fought it with every fiber of their being because they thought that the unique stores in downtown Zionsville would not be able to compete with Walmart. I never bought that argument because those stores don't sell anywhere close to the same merchandise as Walmart. We're not talking about a mom and pop tv store that would lose to the retail giant--we're talking antique stores, specialty gift shops, and high-end clothiers. I actually wanted Walmart to win the battle because I hate shopping at the 86th street location. But, now that I know what kind of people they employ, I'm glad Zionsville won!!
I don't usually like to rant about things like this (at least on my blog), but this has been an extremely long week, and I feel like I'm hitting brick walls at every turn. I would probably be more justified in ranting about Medicare/SSA (LONG story), but for some reason, it is so much more enjoyable to rant about the things that don't really matter.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Brick walls
Do you ever have one of those days in which everything you try to do, you run into a brick wall? How about a whole week like that? That's how this whole week has been for me.
It all started Sunday when my computer crashed. Completely dead. I will need to replace the hard drive, and no data could be saved from the old one. So, in a week in which I desperately need a computer, I not only don't have one, when I do get it back, I'll need to spend days getting everything back in order. (I'm using my husband's laptop to write this blog!)
It's amazing how much we depend on technology. 10 years ago, I didn't have a computer at home and I managed just fine. Now, I can't function without it. Even making a phone call messes me up because I usually just look the number up online or in my phone book on the computer. I actually had to use the yellow pages this week!
I've been trying to get Tim's meds refilled through the online pharmacy with our insurance company. That's a hard enough task to do when you HAVE a computer, and trying to do it without a computer has been a nightmare.
One would think that since my computer is dead, that I would actually have more time to spend cleaning the house, but no, I'm still working on getting the flowerbeds done. I think I'm finally done with the planting and mulching, so now I just need to water and weed (and water and weed and water and weed . . . ).
Tim and I once saw the Cirque Du Soliel show called La Nouba. There are three comic-relief characters in the show, and at one point they are being chased by someone or something. One of these guys ran straight into a brick wall while he was being chased. He got up, and ran right back into the wall. I laughed hysterically, and my husband was completely surprised to learn that I enjoy physical humor that much. However, when we're running into the proverbial brick walls in everyday life, it really isn't that funny.
It all started Sunday when my computer crashed. Completely dead. I will need to replace the hard drive, and no data could be saved from the old one. So, in a week in which I desperately need a computer, I not only don't have one, when I do get it back, I'll need to spend days getting everything back in order. (I'm using my husband's laptop to write this blog!)
It's amazing how much we depend on technology. 10 years ago, I didn't have a computer at home and I managed just fine. Now, I can't function without it. Even making a phone call messes me up because I usually just look the number up online or in my phone book on the computer. I actually had to use the yellow pages this week!
I've been trying to get Tim's meds refilled through the online pharmacy with our insurance company. That's a hard enough task to do when you HAVE a computer, and trying to do it without a computer has been a nightmare.
One would think that since my computer is dead, that I would actually have more time to spend cleaning the house, but no, I'm still working on getting the flowerbeds done. I think I'm finally done with the planting and mulching, so now I just need to water and weed (and water and weed and water and weed . . . ).
Tim and I once saw the Cirque Du Soliel show called La Nouba. There are three comic-relief characters in the show, and at one point they are being chased by someone or something. One of these guys ran straight into a brick wall while he was being chased. He got up, and ran right back into the wall. I laughed hysterically, and my husband was completely surprised to learn that I enjoy physical humor that much. However, when we're running into the proverbial brick walls in everyday life, it really isn't that funny.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
25 or 6 to 4
I haven't written much lately (ok, nothing) because: 1) I've been busy planting flowers in my new flowerbeds; 2) I've been busy spring cleaning our house; and 3) I just have no clue what to write about. I've started several blogs, but I figure that if I'm bored writing them, then the reader(s) will be extremely bored.
If you haven't been to my husband's website lately, check it out (www.suffering.net). He has worked very hard on it recently to give everyone daily updates on his sister, Debby. She is currently in Seton Specialty Hospital to recover from being placed on a trach vent. The goal is to get her weaned off of the vent completely, and she has been off of it since Saturday. She does still have oxygen hooked up to her trach, but in the past she was not able to exhale well enough to keep her carbon dioxide levels at a safe level. So, she's doing better, but there is still a long road ahead for her. She desperately wants to leave the hospital and go home, so we are all praying that God will strengthen her enough to be able to do that.
As stated earlier, I've been planting flowers a lot lately. We had new flower beds put in along both sides of the house, so I spent at least a week moving bushes, splitting out daylillies and irises, and planting new annuals and perennials. I also did my own planters for the deck, and I'm just praying that I remember to water them!
My mom has always had the most beautiful gardens ever. When I was younger, she grew almost all of our vegetables, but now that my sister and I are grown, she only grows flowers. She tried getting me interested in gardening when I was younger, but she failed miserably. To me, spending time in the garden was worse than being sent to your room.
However, now that I've grown up and matured, I have a whole new appreciate for flowers. I love planting them, watering and feeding them (thank God for Miracle-Gro), and watching them grow. (Still not fond of the whole weeding thing, though) Daffodils always make me smile when I see them, and my collection of daylillies never cease to amaze me. The house just seems so much more inviting with flowers planted around it.
I'm also amazed at how hearty some plants are. I always line the front flower bed with red begonias, and these things are indestructible. A couple of years ago, I was awoken by a horrible growling sound. I had no idea what happened till the next morning when I went outside and saw two of my begonias completely shredded. My best guess is that a rabbit or other small creature was being chased by a fox and the begonias were collateral damage. I was devastated by the destruction, but was utterly amazed when those flowers grew back! They were noticeably smaller than the rest of the begonias, but they did grow back. Isn't God's creation amazing?
Tending the garden just reminds me, in this world full of pain, suffering, death and destruction, that God is still in control. Plants and flowers that He created are still glorifying Him just by growing and being beautiful. May we all seek to glorify Him in all that we do with the gifts that He has given us.
If you haven't been to my husband's website lately, check it out (www.suffering.net). He has worked very hard on it recently to give everyone daily updates on his sister, Debby. She is currently in Seton Specialty Hospital to recover from being placed on a trach vent. The goal is to get her weaned off of the vent completely, and she has been off of it since Saturday. She does still have oxygen hooked up to her trach, but in the past she was not able to exhale well enough to keep her carbon dioxide levels at a safe level. So, she's doing better, but there is still a long road ahead for her. She desperately wants to leave the hospital and go home, so we are all praying that God will strengthen her enough to be able to do that.
As stated earlier, I've been planting flowers a lot lately. We had new flower beds put in along both sides of the house, so I spent at least a week moving bushes, splitting out daylillies and irises, and planting new annuals and perennials. I also did my own planters for the deck, and I'm just praying that I remember to water them!
My mom has always had the most beautiful gardens ever. When I was younger, she grew almost all of our vegetables, but now that my sister and I are grown, she only grows flowers. She tried getting me interested in gardening when I was younger, but she failed miserably. To me, spending time in the garden was worse than being sent to your room.
However, now that I've grown up and matured, I have a whole new appreciate for flowers. I love planting them, watering and feeding them (thank God for Miracle-Gro), and watching them grow. (Still not fond of the whole weeding thing, though) Daffodils always make me smile when I see them, and my collection of daylillies never cease to amaze me. The house just seems so much more inviting with flowers planted around it.
I'm also amazed at how hearty some plants are. I always line the front flower bed with red begonias, and these things are indestructible. A couple of years ago, I was awoken by a horrible growling sound. I had no idea what happened till the next morning when I went outside and saw two of my begonias completely shredded. My best guess is that a rabbit or other small creature was being chased by a fox and the begonias were collateral damage. I was devastated by the destruction, but was utterly amazed when those flowers grew back! They were noticeably smaller than the rest of the begonias, but they did grow back. Isn't God's creation amazing?
Tending the garden just reminds me, in this world full of pain, suffering, death and destruction, that God is still in control. Plants and flowers that He created are still glorifying Him just by growing and being beautiful. May we all seek to glorify Him in all that we do with the gifts that He has given us.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
First date!
Six years ago today was my first date with my husband, Tim. What a wonderful ride the last six years have been. I'm more and more in love with my husband each day, and am continually thankful that God brought us together.
According to my husband, he stopped dead in his tracks the first time he ever saw me. No other woman had ever had that affect on him before, but, it took him over a year to actually start talking to me! As for me, I had always had a great respect for Tim, but really didn't know how to talk to him. Then one night, he taught our singles group when our pastor was out of town, and I just remember sitting there thinking, "why can't I find a man like him"? A month later we finally had our first "real" conversation, and I was immediately smitten. However, it would be another 3 months before he'd actually ask me out. Talk about torture!!!
Anyway, 6 years ago today, we met at Victory Field to watch an Indianapolis Indians baseball game. We didn't watch too much of the game, but I do remember that the Indians came back from 3 runs down in the last inning to win it. That was pretty exciting, but not nearly as exciting as talking to Tim! We had so much fun together that we were the last ones to leave the ballpark.
About a week and 3 dates later, I started having a meltdown. I didn't know how serious I could get with Tim because I didn't know if I could handle all the demands of his disability (he's been in a wheelchair for the past 15 years due to MD). I didn't know if I could handle those demands because I didn't even know what they would be. And, I certainly didn't want to break this guys' heart--he was (and still is) way too special to do that to him. I cried my heart out to God claiming that I didn't know if I should date him because I didn't know if I could marry him. God answered, "I'm not asking you to marry him--I'm asking you to date him". Well, I told God that I could do that! Within a month, I was begging God to let me marry Tim. Thankfully, God granted that request 8 months later.
Six years later, Tim still makes my heart smile. I am continually amazed by his faith in God and how that gives him true joy in this life. I am truly blessed to be able to serve him as his wife!
According to my husband, he stopped dead in his tracks the first time he ever saw me. No other woman had ever had that affect on him before, but, it took him over a year to actually start talking to me! As for me, I had always had a great respect for Tim, but really didn't know how to talk to him. Then one night, he taught our singles group when our pastor was out of town, and I just remember sitting there thinking, "why can't I find a man like him"? A month later we finally had our first "real" conversation, and I was immediately smitten. However, it would be another 3 months before he'd actually ask me out. Talk about torture!!!
Anyway, 6 years ago today, we met at Victory Field to watch an Indianapolis Indians baseball game. We didn't watch too much of the game, but I do remember that the Indians came back from 3 runs down in the last inning to win it. That was pretty exciting, but not nearly as exciting as talking to Tim! We had so much fun together that we were the last ones to leave the ballpark.
About a week and 3 dates later, I started having a meltdown. I didn't know how serious I could get with Tim because I didn't know if I could handle all the demands of his disability (he's been in a wheelchair for the past 15 years due to MD). I didn't know if I could handle those demands because I didn't even know what they would be. And, I certainly didn't want to break this guys' heart--he was (and still is) way too special to do that to him. I cried my heart out to God claiming that I didn't know if I should date him because I didn't know if I could marry him. God answered, "I'm not asking you to marry him--I'm asking you to date him". Well, I told God that I could do that! Within a month, I was begging God to let me marry Tim. Thankfully, God granted that request 8 months later.
Six years later, Tim still makes my heart smile. I am continually amazed by his faith in God and how that gives him true joy in this life. I am truly blessed to be able to serve him as his wife!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Fernando Ortega
Last night, Christian recording artist, Fernando Ortega, gave a concert at our church. My husband and I are huge fans of Fernando's, and we were greatly blessed by last night's performance. I am continually amazed at his musical and poetic gifts and his ability to make the complex sound so simple and calm. Whenever I feel stressed or on-edge, Fernando's music can calm me down and get me to return my focus to Christ.
Just before attending the concert, my husband and I went to the hospital to visit his sister, Debby. She was admitted last week for breathing difficulties related to her muscular dystrophy. She had already come through one procedure successfully this past week (the draining of her lungs) and seemed to be headed on the road to recovery. However, yesterday afternoon, it was necessary for the medical staff to put her on a ventilator. That procedure, while still successful, did not go as well as we would have hoped. Therefore, it is necessary for her to go on a trach vent, which will be permanent. That procedure will be done tomorrow morning at 8:00 am. We have known for several months that a trach vent was inevitable, and now, that day is here.
The first song that Fernando sang last night was "Our Great God", which is one of the most beautiful and worshipful songs I have ever heard. Whenever I hear that song, I am taken back to June of last year and the funeral of Erik Steffen, a young man from our church. I was driven to tears at the funeral as I watched his wife, Kelly, stand to her feet with arms raised towards heaven as we (the congregation) sang "Hallelujah, Glory be to Our Great God". It takes great faith to praise God in the midst of such a painful trial. And as I sat there last night, still hurting from seeing my sister-in-law lying so helpless in that bed and none of us really knowing what the days ahead will hold, I was comforted in knowing that we serve a GREAT GOD, who shelter us in the storms of this life despite our weaknesses and frailties.
While it's so easy to get overwhelmed by the shear awfulness of Debby's situation, there is still much to be thankful for. Debby has raised two beautiful daughters, and she has more friends than I could even try to count. These friends have been a huge help to her over the years, and I'm sure that they will continue to be there for her in the months ahead. I am thankful for all of my husbands siblings--it is a very close-knit family that has certainly learned how to weather storms together. I am thankful that God allowed her the time and opportunity to make the decision to get the trach vent. I am thankful that my husband and I are surrounded by such loving brothers and sisters in Christ who are praying for the entire family. And, I thank God that HE IS SOVEREIGN! No matter what happens, God is still in control and worthy of our praise.
Fernando's latest album, The Shadow of Your Wings, is a meditative worship album, and was written while he was dealing with the loss of some relatives in the past couple of years. One of our associate pastors challenged us at the end of the concert to go out and turn the ugly stuff in our lives into beautiful music (he worded it much better--this is the best paraphrase I can come up with). And that is my prayer for Debby--that she will be comforted by God and will give all of the glory to Him, and in so doing, Christ's beauty will be made known to everyone who comes into contact with her.
Just before attending the concert, my husband and I went to the hospital to visit his sister, Debby. She was admitted last week for breathing difficulties related to her muscular dystrophy. She had already come through one procedure successfully this past week (the draining of her lungs) and seemed to be headed on the road to recovery. However, yesterday afternoon, it was necessary for the medical staff to put her on a ventilator. That procedure, while still successful, did not go as well as we would have hoped. Therefore, it is necessary for her to go on a trach vent, which will be permanent. That procedure will be done tomorrow morning at 8:00 am. We have known for several months that a trach vent was inevitable, and now, that day is here.
The first song that Fernando sang last night was "Our Great God", which is one of the most beautiful and worshipful songs I have ever heard. Whenever I hear that song, I am taken back to June of last year and the funeral of Erik Steffen, a young man from our church. I was driven to tears at the funeral as I watched his wife, Kelly, stand to her feet with arms raised towards heaven as we (the congregation) sang "Hallelujah, Glory be to Our Great God". It takes great faith to praise God in the midst of such a painful trial. And as I sat there last night, still hurting from seeing my sister-in-law lying so helpless in that bed and none of us really knowing what the days ahead will hold, I was comforted in knowing that we serve a GREAT GOD, who shelter us in the storms of this life despite our weaknesses and frailties.
While it's so easy to get overwhelmed by the shear awfulness of Debby's situation, there is still much to be thankful for. Debby has raised two beautiful daughters, and she has more friends than I could even try to count. These friends have been a huge help to her over the years, and I'm sure that they will continue to be there for her in the months ahead. I am thankful for all of my husbands siblings--it is a very close-knit family that has certainly learned how to weather storms together. I am thankful that God allowed her the time and opportunity to make the decision to get the trach vent. I am thankful that my husband and I are surrounded by such loving brothers and sisters in Christ who are praying for the entire family. And, I thank God that HE IS SOVEREIGN! No matter what happens, God is still in control and worthy of our praise.
Fernando's latest album, The Shadow of Your Wings, is a meditative worship album, and was written while he was dealing with the loss of some relatives in the past couple of years. One of our associate pastors challenged us at the end of the concert to go out and turn the ugly stuff in our lives into beautiful music (he worded it much better--this is the best paraphrase I can come up with). And that is my prayer for Debby--that she will be comforted by God and will give all of the glory to Him, and in so doing, Christ's beauty will be made known to everyone who comes into contact with her.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
NFL Draft Day
Today is the first day of the NFL draft. You have no idea how thankful I am that it is FINALLY here. Am I eager to see who the number one pick is? No. Am I eager to see who my favorite team (the Colts) pick? No. I am excited that the never-ending predictions and analysis are almost over.
Every morning, my husband and I watch ESPN's Sportscenter. And, every day for the past 2-3 weeks (maybe more--I lose track of time quite easily), they have had segments in which they analyze every team and who they should and should not pick. I am, at the same time, amazed by the analytical skills that these men possess and appalled that they apparently have nothing else to do with their time. I realize it's their job, but come on, it's football. At least the daily predictions are done, but, I'm sure that for the next 2-3 weeks, Sportscenter will have daily segments on how the actual picks will effect the teams in the upcoming season.
Now, you might assume that I really don't like football, but I actually love the game. My husband and I are huge Colts fans, and we have a special fondness for Peyton Manning. As a child, my husband's favorite football player was Archie Manning, Peyton's father. His admiration of Archie was sooooo huge, that my husband was nicknamed "Archie", and to this day, his family still calls him by that name.
My husband was quite the athlete when he was young. His main sports in high school were wrestling and baseball, but he did play football in middle school and junior high. Tim was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy while he was in high school, and he has been in a wheelchair since the age of 30. Since I never knew Tim when he was able to walk, I get a lot of pleasure watching sports with him. He can see plays and moves on the field better than anyone I've ever met, and watching games with him gives me a glimpse of the athlete that he was at one time.
Those skills he used as an athlete have been crucial in his battle with MD. He knows how to assess a situation and make a decision quickly, much like these coaches and team owners are doing in the draft today. Most importantly, though, he is a fighter. He doesn't let adversity get him down. While sports prepared him for this trial, Jesus Christ is what gets him through it. Tim knows that he is nothing without Christ, and it is only by the grace of God that Tim has this sports background and is able to transfer those skills to his current situation.
Every morning, my husband and I watch ESPN's Sportscenter. And, every day for the past 2-3 weeks (maybe more--I lose track of time quite easily), they have had segments in which they analyze every team and who they should and should not pick. I am, at the same time, amazed by the analytical skills that these men possess and appalled that they apparently have nothing else to do with their time. I realize it's their job, but come on, it's football. At least the daily predictions are done, but, I'm sure that for the next 2-3 weeks, Sportscenter will have daily segments on how the actual picks will effect the teams in the upcoming season.
Now, you might assume that I really don't like football, but I actually love the game. My husband and I are huge Colts fans, and we have a special fondness for Peyton Manning. As a child, my husband's favorite football player was Archie Manning, Peyton's father. His admiration of Archie was sooooo huge, that my husband was nicknamed "Archie", and to this day, his family still calls him by that name.
My husband was quite the athlete when he was young. His main sports in high school were wrestling and baseball, but he did play football in middle school and junior high. Tim was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy while he was in high school, and he has been in a wheelchair since the age of 30. Since I never knew Tim when he was able to walk, I get a lot of pleasure watching sports with him. He can see plays and moves on the field better than anyone I've ever met, and watching games with him gives me a glimpse of the athlete that he was at one time.
Those skills he used as an athlete have been crucial in his battle with MD. He knows how to assess a situation and make a decision quickly, much like these coaches and team owners are doing in the draft today. Most importantly, though, he is a fighter. He doesn't let adversity get him down. While sports prepared him for this trial, Jesus Christ is what gets him through it. Tim knows that he is nothing without Christ, and it is only by the grace of God that Tim has this sports background and is able to transfer those skills to his current situation.
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