Someone asked me last night, "Where have you been?" I wondered about my blog. Yes, I have been slow to post. On the 18th, I posted about how quickly January seemed to be going by. Here it is the last day, and I am amazed at how fast it went.
Ten days ago on a Saturday, I went to a neighbor's basketball game because they wanted to know if I could try to get any good shots of the playing. After taking them, it was time to sort through them. Now, I am waiting for her to come look at them.
Last Monday, my father-in-law went into the hospital for a "routine" double bypass surgery. Once they were in to see the mess, the doctors realised it was worse than they thought. It turned into a triple bypass, valve issues, vein transplant from the leg, and installing a pacemaker. All of this was still somewhat routine, but because of his medical history and age, his recovery is possibly the slowest one. It seems so slow to me. Looking at brochures that tell you this is what you should expect on day one or two or three IS NOT a good idea. Due to the slow recovery, I headed over to be with his girlfriend until the danger passed. I left Tuesday morning with my house totally clean and in order. Thursday evening, I pulled the doctor to the side and asked if I should head back to Alabama now or was he still in danger. The doctor looked at me and said, "Stay one more day." By the next night they moved him from ICU to a regular room and the nurse told me he had passed critical. Friday night, I headed home.
Saturday, Steve and I headed out for a day in the woods looking for caves, taking pictures, and enjoyed being together.
Sunday evening, last night, we went to the visitation of a dear dear dear man. He is the spiritual father that God placed in our lives to help us grow during our younger years. For about 20 years we listened to his common sense and heard his loving heart beat for the Lord. He always warned against building pedestals because they cause people to trip. We are all inclined to climb up on pedestals when other build them for us but usually fall in the end. He always felt inadequate to speak words because of his slight speech problem. When our youngest graduated we asked him to please pray over her during the ceremony. He declined saying something about not speaking in public anymore because he did not want to embarrass anyone. I still cry at that idea. I told him and whole-heartedly believe that he would never embarrass our family. He finally agreed and the spiritual impact of his heart in our lives will always be there. The funeral is today. Due to rain, I may not get very many pictures, but I am open to what God wants to do with my lens.
I started going to a Bible study in Pleasant Valley at a friend's house. The study guide is called "Esther: It's Tough Being A Woman" by Beth Moore. We meet Wednesday afternoons.
Today I have a small list of big chores. I came home Friday and unloaded the car into the floor. Steve and I went on our outing Saturday and unloaded into the same pile on the floor. With a little time I should get caught up pretty quickly. Couple small loads of laundry, photo orders (a good thing), photo appointments (also a good thing), get contact lens order straightened out (the sent me the wrong contacts-What's up with that), and catch up on my study guide for Esther.
One big thing that I have not mentioned. Steve says I seem depressed. I think about it and maybe I am. I was in and out of the Cardiac and Vascular Center for 4 days looking at the future. Seeing heart problems everywhere as I walk down the halls makes me wonder if this fat, overweight body is the body I want to take with me into old age. Then I get back and a dear dear old friend, mentor, and pastor has passed. Pages keep flipping. The winds of life keep blowing. And looking out the window on rainy, winter woods Shake it off, get to my chores and look in the mirror and say to self, BE BLESSED! God is Good! All the time!!!
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