Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thor celebrated his second birthday today. The whole ordeal reminded me how great of a mother Stephanie is. Time sure does fly.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Anyway, I thought this might encourage some of you. Peace.
P.S. Do you know why I am blogging again? It is because I have a million other things to do.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
About this time, and before I was aware of what had happened, Stephanie looked at the knife and this is what she saw.
There is no dollar bill in this picture to give you a sense of scale, but from the tip of the knife to where the blood stops is two inches. I used a tape measure. Suddenly, Stephanie was quite concerned. She quickly came to examine me. I must say, as a medical professional, I was not too impressed. I was as calm as a cucumber, but she could hardly looking at the wound. It was two inches deep, and only about an inch long. I have concluded that the only reason it did not go further is that it dead-ended into my pelvic bone. After consulting everyone, we figured I best go to the emergency room. Stephanie and I took off while Bobby and Charles stayed back for Thor.
It was while driving that I realized how lucky I am. If it had been two inches lower, we would be stopping at two children, and if it was 2 inches higher, I would have been urinating in a bag for the rest of my life (apparently they can't fix ruptured bladders). Praise the Lord for letting me get away with only a minor flesh wound!
We went to Mount Carmel East and had a great experience. The wait was short, and I enjoyed trying to eavesdrop on the Spanish speakers behind me. The doctor was quick, reassuring, and pleasant. He used a whopping 3 stitches, and I am glad that was it. They hurt. We were remarkably home by 1:40 and I was on time for school today!
So, there it is--my adventure for the week. Thanks for reading and pray that I blog about all the other beautiful things in my life soon.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
1. John died of extreme old age in Ephesus, but they tried to kill him by boiling him in a vat of oil.
2. Judas Iscariot, after betraying his Lord, hanged himself.
3. Peter was crucified, head downward during the persecution of Nero.
4. Andrew died on a cross at Patrae, in Achaia, a Grecian colony.
5. James was thrown from a pinnacle of the temple and then beaten to death with a club.
6. Bartholomew was flayed alive in Albanopolis, Armenia.
7. James, the elder son of Zebedee, was beheaded at Jerusalem.
8. Thomas, the Doubter, was run through the body with a lance at Coromandel, in the East Indies.
9. Philip was hanged against a pillar at Heropolis, a city of Phrygia, in Asia Minor.
10. Matthew was slain by the sword, in Ethiopia, Abyssinia.
11. Thaddeus was shot to death with arrows.
12. Simon died on a cross in Persia (now Iran).
I am thankful that it is unlikely that this will be the fate of any American reading this post. However, that does not mean there is no price to pay. I am one of the most comfortable people I know. Stephanie and I live without very little--sure we could have more, but we could have a whole lot less. Somehow the devil has convinced me that I am entitled to comfort--that I deserve the amenities we enjoy. In other words, my attitude would aptly be described as the antithesis of what it ought to be according Philippians 2:
Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:
Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to death—
even death on a cross!
Christ, who in fact created the world he came to visit, made himself nothing.
I, on the other hand, have never created anything and damage what I touch am convinced that it is my right to be comfortable, have what I want, and do what I wish when I desire.
God opposes the proud and therefore opposes me. Lord, break me of my pride.