A Sweet Memory

I was on my way to work Friday morning and I was praying for a lady in our church who had just had a brain tumor removed on Wednesday.  She had posted on Facebook about being in ICU and not being able to get any sleep or rest.  Having spent my share of time in hospitals, I said “Amen” to her statement.

I was thinking about how kind and gracious the Lord was to her, that she was able to even do a simple task like posting on Facebook.  In the simple things, He gives us hope.

I was reminded of one time that I was in the hospital.  After a major surgery that required the doctors to place a tracheotomy in me, due to my throat swelling.  I could not talk.  I was given a white board and a marker to write my thoughts.  It helped, but it left me frustrated, because I could not write as fast as I wanted too.

One day, about a week after the surgery, my team of doctors came into my room to do a follow-up.  It happened to be a time when Terrie wasn’t there yet.  The doctors began to question me and I was trying to write and I was unable to keep up, when a doctor from Belarus, with agitation said,”Why don’t you just put your finger over the tube opening and speak!”  I did that and said, “Because no one told me that was an option!”

And so when they left, I reached for the telephone beside my bed and called home.  Terrie said, “Hello?” and I said, “Hello, Baby.”  We both immediately began to cry.  How sweet it was to experience a little headway as we were going through this great trial.  How sweet it was to be able to speak.  How sweet was God’s grace to allow the simple things to become great things.

It was from that time, that I knew I would not go home with the tracheotomy.  I told them that I would not go home with it.  They didn’t believe me, saying I had to accomplish X, Y, and Z before that would happen.  Again, by God’s grace, X,Y, and Z did happened and the trach was removed before I went home.

Our God is able.  He is can create a sweet memory for you as he created a sweet memory for me!

2 Corinthians 9:8 “And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every good deed.”

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Lessons From Beyond The Door

In my church, we have been studying about what a Christian home should be in our Sunday school classes and how that core unit effects not only our home, but our children’s future relationships and their homes as well as the effects on our churches and society.

 

I have meditated on these lessons as one without children, but one who loves children and understands the need of a solid foundation for our precious children.

I believe these principals  are very important for all of us now.  Continue reading

With Some Fear

I  have been off any form of chemo for over a year and I have a CT scan about every five months to make sure nothing resurfaces.  One small tumor resurfaced but did not change size, but then it went from 6 mm to 8 mm.  At that point, my doctor said if it continued to grow, he would ask Radiation to blast it with precision bombing.

 

The last CT scan showed it had indeed grown from 8 mm to 12 mm (less than 1/2″).  He told me they could take care of it with three to five session.  Continue reading

Church Softball

My interest in sports had some major roadblocks when I was growing up.

In the fourth grade, we they would play baseball during recess time.  They would pick teams based upon throwing a bat vertically and someone grabbing it near the end, then fist over fist until team members were chosen.  I was usually last, of coarse, the fact that I didn’t know how to play or had ever received instructions about playing contributed to my status.  I recall standing in left field, a borrowed glove on my left hand, when a ball was hit my way.  I reacted by raising my right hand to catch it, only to have the burn of the ball cause me to drop it.  A very embarrassing moment, Continue reading

The Back Porch

My brother and his wife moved into a new house in the fall of 2015.  It is a beautiful home with wooded property on the other side of the fence.  Very quiet and peaceful.

On Monday, November 23rd of that year, my wife died in her sleep.  Her funeral was on Wednesday, November 25th.  Thanksgiving was on the next day, Thursday, November 26th.

I was asked to come to my brother’s house for Thanksgiving.  Everyone knew I would be hurting, but also knew I didn’t need to be alone.  I knew it as well, so I went for the day.

The house was full of family and little children.  I was used to my home being much quieter with just Terrie and me.  So it didn’t take a long time Continue reading

You Only Need One

As I have observed families for most of my life, I have come to believe that I have been blessed with the brother and sister the Lord provided for me.

I have heard of siblings actually fighting one another or not liking, much less loving one another, but that has not been our case.  We have not always agreed on specific things, but we have always shown love and respect for one another.

Brenda is one and Continue reading

Like None Other

As I awoke this morning, my brother was on my mind.  Last night, I drove to Sapulpa to  have dinner with him.  That has become a ritual over the last year and a half, since Terrie  died.   About every two weeks, I head that way for just an hour or so.  Just some time to fill my need to be near family.

 

Last night, his youngest daughter went with us to have catfish.  We had a great time together, laughing, and telling stories.  My niece commented on how great it was to hear my brother and I exchange quips.  We have the same type of humor.  We seem to think along the same lines of thought.   We are much alike, but still our own . Continue reading

I’d Like To Get To Know You

Back in 1968, Spanky and Our Gang sang a Stuart Scharf song called, “I’d Like To Get To Know You”.  Here is the first verse,”Yes, I would like to get to know you, if I could
Like to get to know you, Finally I found, searching all around, Just was not the answer, One I thought was true, Looked a bit like you, Figured I might chance her, Hardly need to say, She went on her way, Said it was all over, Well it’s been some time, And I guess that I’m just meant to be a rover…”  It was a song about uncommitted relationships.  But I thought of the song after Continue reading

“83 More Miles With Jesus: The Journey Continues”

Sometimes you think the journey is over, but only to find out the Lord allowed you to have a respite, a time to heal and get stronger.  A time to learn and a time to share.  That’s where I have been for the last six months.  I was in a beautiful oasis.

In July of last year, I wrote 83 More Miles With Jesus. 

 

In that post, I listed many frustrations Continue reading

Following, Not Fighting – round three

boxing-ring-corner_300I finally gave in to do what my doctor wanted me to do, I consented to have a colonoscopy.

He warned that I was long past the recommended age for having a colonoscopy done, which is 50 years old.  I was then 61.  So an appointment was made and I asked my friend to go with me, since Terrie could not leave her 6th grade class that she taught.

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