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I’ve gotten a few emails asking about my *sabbatical. So here are some of the highlights ~ and lowlights of the past year.
- The biggest *thing that happened is Thing 6.
- Thing 6 is 4mths old now.
- and SOOOO amazingly adorable.
- I almost can’t stand it.
- Such a good baby.
- Ok why do we say that?
- He’s a baby! of COURSE he’s good!
- So instead I’ll say,
- such a content & happy baby.
- which is awesome, but a little scary…
- Thing 4 was a very happy & content baby too
- and now he is a Holy Terror the wild behind the Romper~Room~Gone~Wild.
- So we did move.
- And 2 months later we moved out.
- The landlord we were renting from
- sold the property.
- SOLD IT!!!!
- And the house
- that ended up being on not 1
- but 3 acres
- you know,
- the one that fell from the sky
- well
- it was no more.
- the phrase The Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh Away redundantly comes to mind when i think about this.
- So back to the R.V. we went.
- 2 parents
- 6 kiddos
- 36 ft R.V.
- You do the math.
- I KNOW!
- You don’t have to tell me.
- I was there.
- And now we are moving again.
- but this time
- we are buying.
- & I (& all of my *things)
- are singing the hallelujah chorus.
- aaand apparently I’m a little off tune
- so be thankful you can’t hear me.
- 40 lines to say
- we struggled
- we stayed faithful
- & for now atleast,
- that particular struggle is behind us:)
Remind me not to make fun of Thing 1’s stories anymore. I think Adventures in Snotland was actually a prophecy.
Except it hasn’t really been an adventure…more like a jungle safari gone really really bad. I thought the story was over. Apparently there are a few *surprise endings.
I don’t really like surprises.
Any of ya’ll pray? If ya do, & you happen to be reading this, could you do me a little favor? Could you just say a little prayer for my Mom.
I’m a firm believer in hitting my knees (instead of the Dr’s office & the pills) when we get sick or hurt. Don’t get me wrong. When in labor, I’m all about the spinal block & the demoral. I’ve had 3 c~sections. I don’t believe that surgery is evil. And as some of you *may already know, I believe in the power of nyquil when ya just feel like crap. Or atleast, the power of nyquil to knock you out so you sleep through most of it.
But as far as actual healing (as opposed to the fleshy feeling better/ comfort stuff) goes… I go to the great physician exclusively.
My philosophy is that if I don’t go to the doctor, then my faith is strong enough that I don’t really need to know exactly whats wrong & I just ‘pray it away’. God is good & all is well. I know that might not make much sense to some, well most, of you, but this has worked for me all of my life. It’s almost like ‘if I get diagnosed with it then it will define me’. And that’s the way it will be. And that’s what my life will be about. Not that there is anything to diagnose. But if there was. That’s probably how it would be.
My family’s (as in mom, dad, sister, nieces) faith is a little different. Not worse. Not better. Just different. That’s okay too. They have faith that if they go to the Dr. when they are sick, that God will use that Dr. or medicine or whatever the treatment is… to heal them. Aaaand that works for them. God is still good & all is well.
So in light of that, I took my mom to the Dr. yesterday. My dad was out of town at a seminar. My sister does not handle emergencies/sickness/basically anything that could possibly involve someone NOT being okay, well.
I’m the one who convinced my mom to go. Everyone’s been SO sick lately. We were worried it might turn into pneumonia. Seriously, I thought we would go to the Dr. (who I used to work for when I was nursing *before other Things took priority & he is very close to our family) & he would give her a shot of cortisone & a script for antibiotics. You’ll feel better in a few days. Come see me next week.
She was off balance & the only way I can describe it accurately is that she was stumbling around like she had had a few too many. He takes one look at her & sends us to the er. She doesn’t want to go. She doesn’t want them to tell her she has to stay. I told her I can’t see any reason why she would have to stay.
SO guess what they tell her? She has to stay. Her WBC is way high. And she has an on again/off again fever.
I know she’ll be okay…but I can’t help but think I should have just let her sleep on the couch like she wanted to do in the 1st place. That’s what I would have done if it had been me instead of her…..
2 Comments:
- Sorry I’ve been a little MIA around this blogosphere. Things have been a little busy for me. I’m sorry to hear about your mom. I don’t think you did anything wrong in taking your mom to the doctor. Prayer doesn’t stop working when we are in the hospital. And sometimes the Lord does use medicine for healing. I will pray for her health to be restored and who knows, it may turn out to be a testimony of God’s healing power to someone in that hospital who didn’t know that He does heal.
- Well that’s a much better way to look at it;) ty girlie.
They said WHAT?