Friday, November 11, 2011

Bad Luck? A Blessing?

It was around 8:00 at work and I began feeling like my throat was swelling up... I started shaking and shivering... I felt awful by 9:00pm.

I thought: not again! After being sick multiple times and spiking high (102-104) fevers over the past few months... I thought: I must make it through the end of my shift. I don't want to have another sick day. The next day I ended up in the ER.

My dad accuses me of not taking care of my body. I think about it: and really, I have! I have tried so hard to eat healthy, I don't drink, I don't smoke... I run if I don't feel like crap. I don't get it!

So after many breakdowns and a lot of doctors discussing possible relapse of the dreaded Lyme, maybe something going on with my thyroid... Or something else! Here I sit, a few days later realizing: I have had some really good years the past few years. And I am still extremely blessed.

I heard a song on the radio last night as I was driving home from work and it talked about healing the wound but leaving the scar. I wondered: even if I am healed: I still might have the scar of a weak immune system and an overly dramatic body that whenever it gets an infection: it goes crazy and spikes a high temp! But, I am walking, I have held my job despite some of the worst chapters of my life unfolding, I can run! And I am closer with God than I have ever been before.

And for this... Even in the midst of what an outsider may call: bad luck I will say: I am blessed.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

21st Century King James Version (KJ21)

Psalm 56

Be merciful unto me, O God, for man would swallow me up; he, fighting daily, oppresseth me.
2Mine enemies would daily swallow me up, for they are many that fight against me, O Thou Most High.

3In the time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.

4In God I will praise His word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.

5Every day they wrest my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil.

6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps as they lie in wait for my soul.

7Shall they escape by iniquity? In Thine anger cast down the people, O God.

8Thou countest my wanderings; put Thou my tears into Thy bottle: are they not in Thy book?
9When I cry unto Thee, then shall mine enemies turn back! This I know, for God is for me.

10In God will I praise His word; in the LORD will I praise His word.

11In God have I put my trust; I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.

12Thy vows are upon me, O God; I will render praises unto Thee.

13For Thou hast delivered my soul from death; wilt Thou not deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?

Friday, November 4, 2011

This reminds me of when I was a kid!

How great are these little scenes?! I used to love to play with my doll house as a little girl. Mostly just setting up the rooms and taking them apart again... How fun! He uses toy train figurines. I am in love with the artist. Very talented.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

There's an Ap for that!

Everyone always says: there's an ap for that! And usually there is... At work I recently learned there is even an ap for breast-feeding moms! You can record the breast the baby fed on, how long, and even record the diaper changes! And how cool is this Ap? It's a shoebox ap that you can literally scan images and upload them onto the internet so you can share them with friends and family! And to think, I am still trying to get down texting... I feel like I was born with the wrong generation!