Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
This means that for six weeks he will go off of his gluten-free diet. If he begins to react to the gluten he will stop the challenge. If, however, he does not experience any symptoms during that time; he will go back to the doctor for labs and a biopsy.
A person who has Celiac disease but eats no gluten will not have the anti-bodies in their blood or the damage of their intestine to confirm the disease. But when they are exposed to gluten, their bloodwork will show the antibodies that are created in response to the illness. Also, the small intestine will show damage from the autoimmune response. In Jay's case, he has always had very serious responses to eating "contaminated" food as well. For instance, he drank contaminated hot apple cider at Greenfield Village and was ill within 15 minutes. However, last July he had his usual once-a-year cheat of a hamburger on a bun and did not become ill. This yearly treat usually requires quite a bit of medication before and after to control his response.
So last night he had regular pizza for dinner. Day number one. It is seven years this month since Jay was diagnosed and we've been praying for his healing ever since. Long ago we gave this all to the Lord and have accepted His will. But we have always left our hearts open to a miracle. We'll keep you updated!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
It seems between some long hours at work and this dratted insomnia, I am not doing much of anything else. Haven't gone to the library, haven't updated my photography blog. Just kind of pushing through one day after another. After just one night of sleep, I am hopeful that the rest of my awake life will be better too. If I sleep well tonight and have a good day tomorrow, I hope to treat myself to a library trip on the way home in the evening. Nerd alert!
As it is, I am oh so grateful to my girl Margie who gave me a collection of James Herriot stories in a beautiful hardcover book for my birthday. I am out of books due to my lack of library energy and have pulled out my friend the country vet. If you can't sleep, the next best thing is reading something uplifting and sweet and wholesome. I've read most of the stories a bajillion times over the last 20 years and I still laugh out loud at some and tear up at others. Plus this fabulous book has pages and pages of color photos of Yorkshire, where Mr. Herriot's veterinary practice was! After a few evenings reading this amazing book, I have to wonder if our collective insomnia isn't connected to all of the disturbing images that life in this broken world bring to our doorsteps through books, magazines, television, radio, internet, conversations...just knowing about the heartache and sin in the world I think our spirits are sometimes far from peaceful even though we don't realize it. We are not as resilient as we believe. And I'm glad for that, despite the insomnia and occasional tension headache! Should I really lose no sleep while Haiti suffers?
I'm not saying my spiritual self is so sensitive that it has caused my insomnia. But I do know, we should guard our hearts and minds and take time when we can to fill ourselves with loveliness, in whatever form suits us best.
So thank you, Margie, for being sensitive to the Holy Spirit when he pointed that book out to you. I can't tell you how grateful I was to pull it out of my beside book basket. Probably a good thing that I was out of books!
And thank you to my dad and mom for always praying over me and the rest of the family. How wonderful to go through your days knowing that someone is praying over you.
And of course, thank you to YOU who have shared your secret insomnia cures and also prayed for me. I am going to go read some James Herriot and let the Benadryl and Jesus take me away to the refreshing miracle of sleep.
Philipians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Anyway, I purchased the Melatonin on my way home last night and tried it. Not all that impressed. I did not sleep through the night, up every hour or so. I did however have the exceptionally vivid dreams and nightmares that a small segment of the population experience. I told you I'm gifted! Finally after laying in bed wide awake for two hours I got up and laid on the couch to watch Dr. Doolittle (the original!) at about 4 a.m. Then the question is, when to have coffee? Do I just go ahead and start my day or try to catch a few more zs? I did catnap for a while although I'm not sure that is exactly restorative sleep. At 8:30 I made the coffee. After that time I don't really want to go to sleep. Maybe I'll nap in the afternoon since I'm off. At the moment I just have that didn't sleep and I have a headache feeling.
In Melatonin's defense, I usually feel groggy and fuzzy after taking a sleep aid which I don't feel this morning. I don't know if I want to try again or just go back to praying! I didn't so much love those dreams and when I finally woke up from them I was disturbed enough not to be able to sleep again for quite a while.
Here we are at the end of all I have to say on the subject without a pithy conclusion. Write something in the comments to bring it all together. I'm too tired.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
The Mr. leaves for church by 7:30 a.m. and gets home around 2:00 p.m. because he plays for all three services. So we all realize that I am not one of those lovely Christian women who goes along and finds something to do for six hours, right? Yes yes yes I know that there are a lot of things I could be doing. The point is that we drive separately to church and I meet him there for one service and then I go home. As I write this it is another Sunday morning that he's already been at church for two hours and I'm sipping my coffee trying to motivate. The problem is that I just really love being here in my quiet little house. In more ways than church, it feels like church in that it refreshes, renews and restores me. So what's the problem? Never mind, I don't really want to hear it.
Sitting here this morning having decided that I will go to church mostly because the Mr. is expecting me I had an epiphany. Finally something that made sense to me. I have been wrestling with going to church when I only have a few hours a week to be home and quiet; going just because the Mr. keeps trying to convince me (unsuccessfully) that I'll like it; going because that is what Christians do; going because...whatever.
But today the first truly motivating concept of this lifelong sruggle broke through. God has pointed out to me that there is strength to be gained in the simple sacrifice of my preference. Yes, I'd rather stay home. And frankly, no, I do not agree that staying home compromises my relationship with the Lord.
But every single time I simply submit my own preferences, give up my own desires; this is where Christ finds a foothold in my heart.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Folks, as you know, are now living in a "regular" apartment. In other words, not senior assisted. Let's review, the MIL can only walk short distances with a walker and is legally blind. The FIL has dementia. So!
The MIL and FIL are attempting to make sloppy joes for dinner. The FIL is given the assignment of opening the joe sauce, which he does successfully. However, in the process of walking to the MIL he drops the jar causing joe sauce to scatter on every surface including the MIL. The MIL is getting frustrated and tells the FIL to just get her the hamburger buns and they'll have to make do with low sauce to meat ratio joes. Well, the MIL can't see the buns and the FIL can't find the buns.
The MIL is reaching the limits of her patience with the situation and starts to "fuss" (which I think means holler) at the FIL who goes running out the door of the apartment. The MIL can't walk and so sits inside the apartment yelling, "Dad! You get back in here right now!"
Happily the FIL returns shortly and they resume eating their dry joes. Ten minutes later, there's knock on the door. The police.
"We got a 911 call that an elderly gentleman burst into the apartment across the hall yelling...
I'M LOOKING FOR SOME BUNS!!"
Sometimes you gotta laugh to keep from crying!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Mr. is off on Fridays and we have had the occasional week when I'm tired and lazy on Thursday evening and decide that since he's off, he can just take care of it. That's pretty much always a mistake. Number one he seems to have some kind of visual deficit that makes it virtually impossible for him to see dust, grime, dog hair, tooth paste in the sink or pee on the toilet seat. Secondly, when he does decide to get in touch with his inner homemaker, everything is subject to cleaning via Clorox wipes. And the tub has never, in 23 years, looked like it needed to be cleaned as far as he is concerned.
Plus he usually has some errands to run for the Folks on Fridays. I don't really accept this as an excuse because I am a firm believer in straightening the house before I leave in the morning because I HATE coming home to a messy place. This, not unlike soap scum, does not bother the Mr. So here's what it comes down to-
No matter how tired I am on Thursdays, it's still a better plan to prepare the house for a pleasant Friday evening. Otherwise, my screaming and head spinning around often puts a damper on the start of the weekend.
And that's the way it is.
Now I'm off to read in my crisp, freshly made bed! G'nite!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Thursday, January 07, 2010
No where I have to be right now, does this snow fall just for me?
I could push myself up and out of this chair and put my cup into the sink.
I could get up and clean the kitchen or do a load of laundry.
I could just stay a while in silent amazement watching pure white dominate the gray dirt.
I could childishly assume that a moment has been carved into time for God to say,
"Here, sit by me and rest a moment. Let's watch the show outside the window."
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Monday, January 04, 2010
He's the Lion of Judah; the Root and the Offspring of David. He's the Lily of the Valley; the Bright and the Morning Star...Hail, hail Lion of Judah!
Yesterday it seemed I had just finished praying for one situation when another one was happening. I was at work when I got the first news; the suicide. You'd think that considering where I work, I'd have some exceptional ability to deal with this. Not true. I do have an exceptional ability that has nothing to do with my work. It has all to do with Christ. Sometimes I get frustrated when there is something happening and I'm at work, unable to go and help or just be with people. Yesterday I put my Donnie McClurkin CD on and didn'teven search for an eloquent prayer.
Hail, hail Lion of Judah; how wonderful you are!
There was more news later in the day; another person I love under the attack of satan.
Hail, hail Lion of Judah; how powerful you are!
I went to the hospital to speak life against the death that the enemy was whispering.
You're the root and the offspring of David; the Lily of the Valley.This morning I await information about funeral arrangements & how my loved ones are doing.
Satan, you have no place here. You have no voice and no authority. You are bound in the name of Jesus Christ, Lord & Savior, Messiah and Lion of Judah.
Hail, hail Lion of Judah! How wonderful you are! Hail, hail Lion of Judah! How powerful you are!
The root and the offspring of David. The root from which we are born and the life of every generation that will follow. There is no victory for hell in between.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Saturday, January 02, 2010
8. Moving the Folks to Michigan.
1. Another year of health, safety and blessing.
Friday, January 01, 2010
Ecclesiastes 3: 1 To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: 2 A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;3 A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away; 7 A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak; 8 A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace.
This verse has been my touchstone when I thought that my pain was too much to bear; the promise that seasons are defined by their very limits. It's also been my permission to embrace joy; the truth that seasons are expressed in unspeakable beauty. This blog is just a reflection of whatever season I am in. You'll find here a woman trying to figure out what color to paint her bedroom as well as one who is often afraid and faithless. You'll also find someone who will shamelessly ask for prayer and then sleep peacefully believing she is being brought before the throne. I won't promise you another season of devotions, comedies, tragedies, book reviews or the adventures of a new old house. The next post, like the next season, is sometimes as much a mystery to me as to you. I am honored by those who journey with me despite the fact that I am quite awful about commenting although I visit with all of you daily. Please forgive me for that. One thing is certain, that for every human experience, God has created a season big enough to contain it. Of infinite comfort to me is that the painful, faithless, fearful seasons have their limits and eventually must unfold into times to love, laugh and dance. Welcome to the season of grace, which never ends.