Friday, September 29, 2006
Jenny Dog thinks they're very interesting, and wants to bring them in and play with them. My Pentas are in pots, so I've had to move them off the ground so that she'll leave them alone.
What struck me as I searched around to identify this guy are that there are so many distinct varieties of moths and their catepillars, but that each are beautiful.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Saturday, July 08, 2006
The mineral water bottle (upper right) was what the plumber found in the sewer line in the guest bath of our new home! He used the tongs to fish it out. We knew there was some problem, and when the auger didn't clear the line, he removed the commode and found the bottle. I asked if this type of thing were common place, and he indicated that it wasn't, and that in fact, it had to be placed there intentionally...
Made for an interesting Saturday morning for both of us.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Saturday, July 01, 2006
After gently knocking on the closed door and slowly pushing it open, I could see that there was an attractive young woman sitting in the chair, and that everything was packed ready to leave the hospital and go home. I introduced myself as a volunteer from Lifeline Chaplaincy and asked if it was a good time to visit, which was met with a big smile. She told me her name, and after asking, I took a seat on the empty bed.
Not sure whether she was the patient or a family member, I asked, "So what's going on here?"
She replied, "I have metastatic cancer, I'm terminal, and we're on our way home. My husband has gone down to the pharmacy to pick up some prescriptions." As she explained a little more about her disease and it's history, she was smiling and quite upbeat. I commented, "You seem to be doing quite well will all this."
"It's all due to the prayers of the righteous. I am at peace with what is happening, and have joy. I can see the hand of God in every turn in my life." And I could tell from the way she said it, that it was absolutely true. For the next hour we talked about her spiritual journey to this place. Several times during the conversation, she would begin quoting scripture, and sometimes I would join in vocalizing the familiar passages with her. Once she sang me a verse from "This World is Not My Home," and I just listened appreciatively. At one point I paraphrased from something Randy Becton wrote, "Cancer is not strong enough to defeat God's plan for you." She wrote that down, along with my comment, "You are spiritually victorious!" I was glad that I could add something to the conversation that had meaning in the midst of her saying so many things that were so profound.
I asked how her husband was doing, and she talked about him lovingly, showing me his photo. She talked about her Mom and Grandmother. She talked about her church. But mostly she talked about God and how good He was and how she saw His hand in her life, giving me example after example.
We prayed together and I was trying to leave the room because I could see that she was tiring, though she was still wanting to talk. She said that if I was ever in her city, to look them up. I said, "That not likely, but when I get to heaven, please look me up because I'd like to continue our conversation."
For that hour, I was in a holy place with a holy person. And I resolved to be more vigilant in seeing God's hand in my own life.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
1. We're all wide-eyed, at least for once.
2. My boys like Polo shirts over white tee shirts, and standing with their hands on their waists.
3. Ben and Mark like stripes. Plain old conservative solids for the rest of us.
4. We look like we like each other.
5. Some of us spent the day playing golf in the sun.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
I had started seeing flashes in my left eye the night before. Doing a little Google research taught me that almost everyone, at one time or another, has flashes, so that generally it's not anything to worry about. But I thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and schedule an appointment to get it looked at, and was a little surprised that they wanted to see me the same day.
Most of the appointment was just following the same routine every eye exam appointment follows -- vision check, pressure check, dilation, exam through the scope and with the head magnifier, at which point the dr. said everything looked perfect. Things changed a little, though, when he decided to take a second look, this time using a contact lense in addition to the scope. After looking for a while, he asked his colleage to step in and have a look. They both agreed there was a separtion of layers of the retina, but seemed unsure if more was going on, so arranged for me to see a retina specialist as soon as I could make the drive to his office.
The retina guy was waiting for me, as by now it was after office hours. "What we find will determine whether we go to the operating room in the morning" set the tone. He did an intial exam, and announced that everything looked fine. As he continued using the contact lens, he announced that what I had was retinoschisis, a separation of the layers of the retina, but no detachment, holes, or tear, and further that I have it in both eyes. Other encouraging words was that the condition does not require treatment, and that he would not expect it to progress sufficiently to threaten my central vision, but that we would monitor it. Next he took photos of the inside of the eye, both so that there would be a baseline and to show me what he was seeing. He did discuss the possibility of using laser to tack the retina layers to themselves as an attempt to prevent progression, but noted that in the long run that can complicate repairs if holes or tears or detachment occur. So the current plan is to monitor, although I'll see his partner Friday morning to see if he concurs.
So, it was an interesting and unsettling afternoon. My prayer is that there is no progression, and no need to do anything but monitor it over time.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Watching him on video via computer, it's fun to watch him working on his eye-hand coordination. The other night it was taking kicking both legs and waving his right arm to help get his left hand to his mouth, but he did it. It's just amazing how fast he's growing and developing.
Friday, April 07, 2006
While working through the book, The Rest of God: Restoring Your Soul by Restoring Sabbath by Mark Buchanan, he suggests writing poetry as a discipline to help actually see what's around you every day -- as a way to pay attention. One is required to carefully observe and pay attention in order to describe. It causes you to focus on other things, other people, instead of yourself. And it leads to thinking about what you've seen as you write and describe it. So I decided to try it, because I often find myself going through the motions as I follow my agenda, and miss much of what is going on around me.
It's interesting what happens when you give yourself permission to be open to seeing things that you might describe through poetry. YOU SEE THINGS YOU OTHERWISE WOULDN'T SEE! Try it.
As an adjunct to working on paying attention through poetry, I've started a moblog -- a photo blog where the posts are done from my cell phone -- called Way Finding. Sort of the same idea -- be aware of things I am seeing and snapping a photo with my cell phone, as a way of noticing God and His work in every day things. It helps me pay attention to things I wouldn't otherwise notice. If you'd like to know more about moblogging and/or set up one for yourself, let me know.
And I highly recommend Buchanan's book. In a culture that worships being busy, a fresh look at Sabbath and rest can be life-changing.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
A large smile on her face,
Was enjoying lunch,
With her adult daughter and friends.
Getting up from the table
Was shaky and difficult,
Three women helping,
Protecting Mom from falling,
Helping Mom steady herself
On her walker with wheels.
A slow procession,
Grouped around still-smiling Mom,
Moved toward the exit.
“I’ve sure enjoyed being with you!”
Was spoken through the smile.
And I, observing unnoticed,
Knew I’d seen a sacred moment,
God’s love shared,
A mom filled with joy.
April 5, 2006
On his own mission
Than others’ safety,
Than demonstrating respect
Or courtesy for other lives,
The man with the goatee
Stared us back onto the curb
As he drove his red Suzuki
With determination through the crosswalk.
I saw in him,
In his behavior,
A glimpse of me,
To allow God in.
Being in a hurry,
Being busy with ourselves,
Kills our hearts,
Makes us less like God.
April 5, 2006