I have moved! Facing 6 weeks of I.V. antibiotics can be daunting. Facing it away from family, yet on the same continent...it was something I was not looking forward to. Having a PICC line, I am unable to fly anywhere, so we were hoping that our daughter could fly to Florida, we could rent a car, and drive to Austin so that I could be with 3 of our 6 kids during recover. However, being in Florida during a hurricane clean-up time, there were NO car rentals available -- not even U-haul vans! Praise the Lord for kind-hearted friends. Shae-Lynn's second cousin and herself drove from Austin, picked me up after my appointment of having the stitches removed, and we drove back to Texas. It was a long trip, but I am so glad to be around my kids. I.V. bag hanging from the coat hook during the trip. An added blessing was that we arrived in time for our home church's missions conference. Hearing messages from Dr. Sisk, Dr. Randy King, Pastor Brent Logan, and many others was such an e
Results are back, and there is an acute infection. I will check into the hospital in about 2 hours, and tomorrow the doctor will perform open knee surgery to totally clean out the infection. I get a weekend stay at the hospital and then will be released with a pic line to wear for 6 weeks to administer strong antibiotics. THEN . . . I will be able to have the knee surgery I came for. The other day I was reading Exodus 2, and the Bible said that Moses' mother laid the ark of bulrushes in the flags by the river's brink. I feel as if that is where God has placed me right now. My ark seems to have one purpose right now - to keep me alive. Not to sail. Not to race. Not to carry cargo. God has pulled me out of the fleet of ships serving . . . to float. God's ways are not our ways - I want to be with my family . . . I want to be serving. Yet, I will trust Him! He is my Heavenly Father. I know He loves me.
The night before one of my children prepare to take flight out of the family nest, I don't sleep well. Last night was no exception. During the moments of prayer and contemplation, the thought came to me that children are a lot like violins. God is the master Craftsman lovingly creating each unique instrument, but then He places each unpolished gift into a parent's hands. The violin spends time aging and maturing, sometimes being exposed to sunlight to darken its beautiful grain and expose its hidden beauty. Layers of varnish are added through years in training and teaching. Sadly, some parents don't take the time to brush the varnish on evenly with smooth strokes, and their work is evident in the appearance and behavior of their children. Some parents push the children out into the world without adding a protectant coat, and the instrument is quickly damaged. But those parents who realize the value of the gift God has entrusted to them, lovingly spend years with th
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