Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Just a Wednesday Post

What a fun night of non Bunco, Bunco.  Peggy hosted the Christmas edition of Bunco last night where we eat dinner and have a gift exchange but no rolling of the dice.  Peggy made chicken spaghetti and it was delicious!  I thought I would make it home with the soft infinity scarf and Target gift card but the gift was stolen from me, so I stole the warm throw and scent filled candle from Peggy.  Everyone was going to go over to the five boy house afterwards, but I came on home because Roy goes to bed so early and has a difficult time sleeping until he knows I am home.  Besides, while at Peggy's we got an email from our contractor with timing and dates for work being done at the NC house.  I forwarded the email to Roy but he rarely checks his email at night, so I wanted to get home so we could talk about the plans before he fell asleep.

Our granite counter tops won't be installed while we are there but the tear-out of the old sink and counter tops will happen.  The template for cutting the stone will be done too.  But the tall toilets, stair rail, new steps from the garage into the kitchen and added step on the deck will be done.  Then this spring we will have the porch screened in and the terraced swing area in the front done.

This Christmas season feels like it is flying by and we didn't even decorate for the holidays.  I have been trying to be so mindful and present in the season because it is tempting to think beyond now and into the new year because there is a lot of exciting changes that will be taking place.  Several asked me last night if it is difficult to come back after being someplace that is so beautiful.  It will be harder once we have everything moved in and it looks like home.  I'm excited to attend a new church that has big church things but with a respect for the timeless benefits of smaller church.  Production values are minimal and graphics aren't advanced but who cares?  The congregation seems to care about one another and because the size of the church affords it, you can get to know the pastor...because he is really a pastor in the traditional sense and not a CEO pastor that big churches need for things to run smoothly.

Even with signing up for less catalogs, the amount of catalogs thrown away daily here is astronomical.  We are emptying our shredder about twice a week and we cram the shreds down so we don't have to do empty it more than that.  Companies I have never heard of, sending out their Christmas best.  There was one unexpected catalog and it was actually addressed to one of my sister in laws, that got my attention, Paper Source.  I am a sucker for anything like that but had the supreme will power to throw it away without a purchase.  Equally as frustrating is a magazine, Flow, printed in the Netherlands.  You can finally get a subscription here but they have other offers of neat stuff and we aren't able to buy any of these things yet.  Oh well...

With Chris coming in the morning, I am trying to get everything in order.  I have made great headway with a few more things to attend to.  

  

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Wrangling A Little Christmas

Sunday afternoon was quite fun wrangling a trundle bed that did not want to cooperate.  I was out in the casita bedroom and came to the conclusion the day bed needed to be moved.  That would be easy enough, the hindrance the trundle bed underneath.  Since these knees don't bend much, it was nearly impossible to do this alone, so the call to Roy went forth for what I thought would be fifteen minutes of work, tops.  Ha!  It was a major chore pulling the trundle out but we did it and moved the bed only to realize where it was originally was the best place for it.  During the time of pulling out the trundle, we both came dangerously close to hitting our heads on the bottom of a shelf on the wall.  No one wants to hit their head and this one didn't want to have to clean up the mess if said shelf was bumped by her husband who kept forgetting the shelf was there even with fifteen or so warnings from the wife. There would have been some breakage of knick knacks, you know lambs and Nordstrom ornaments.  I wanted to keep our project togetherness without an accident or words in tact, but it just wasn't meant to be this time.

 Once the bed was back in place, we made the executive decision to leave the trundle out and Chris will just have to clean around it Thursday morning.  Now to right the trundle bed which was slightly tilted with one end of the bed higher than the other.  Roy stood there and mentally assessed what needed to be done.  He made several attempts but none worked.  He once again took that 'thinking' pose.  Being the patient person that I am and thinking if we just put it in an upright position with a little force, the bed would right itself, I did just that.  And yes, the bed righted itself only I upset Roy when I did that.  He wasn't upset like a macho upset, let me be the man, no he was upset because he knew when I righted the bed by picking it up and placing it down forcefully, health wise, I shouldn't have done it.  He may or may not have said a cuss word and went out to the courtyard.  As an aside, back in the day if he was mad at me or we were both perturbed with each other, I wouldn't let him leave the house to go outside and walk it off because I had a serious case of abandonment issues due to the actions of my father while growing up.  I had been left at malls to search for a new family because he didn't want me anymore, he faked called, I think it was fake, the orphanage to come pick up my brother and me, packed suitcases and left us at night making us think we had to fend for ourselves and dropped me off on the side of the road with instructions to find my own way home or find a new home.  Therapy and thousands of dollars later, I let Roy go outside to cool off and didn't think for one second he would leave.  Over the years abandonment has become less and less prevalent but it can rear its head at the strangest times.  Roy came back in, we both apologized and went on with the process at hand...process and progress are always good to go hand in hand.  We are both so happy we decided to go with twin beds in one of the bedrooms in NC instead of the trundle bundle thing...  Thursday after Chris leaves, we will make the beds and be ready for Christmas guests.

Roy asked me to fix my spaghetti, so we had spaghetti for dinner last night, along with salad and pretzel rolls.  Ah yes, taking a gourmet cooking class from one of the Carabba's  years ago has paid off over the years.  The Greek cooking class from one of the Pappa's, not so much.

It seems everyone is head over heels in love with all the Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel.  Not me, haven't watched one.  Just in the recent years Christmas has begun to hold joy and peace.  Many a year my Advent calendar was a little longer than the traditional one since mine began before Thanksgiving and extended into the first real week back to normal in January.  I was all about come, long expected routine and normalcy.  The days would be crossed through as it seemed to be a season to push through and then move on.   At Bible study the other morning, Roy said all the men were commenting on how the Hallmark Christmas ran 24/7 in their homes and they were getting a little tired of the movies.  Roy said, well, at least your wives aren't watching Mob Wives.  Think he shocked them just a bit and really, I don't watch it that much anymore.

One last thing, the minivans have gone back to treating me bad since removing the stick figure family on the back of Sequisha.  Yesterday, I made one last trip to Home Goods for the year.  The Christmas spirit is not to be found in parking lots with Targets and Home Good stores.  In the store, there was a lady who took up all the space on the aisles with her cart.  You know those aisles are not very wide anyway.  She seemed to be in every section of the store where I was and it was beginning to look a lot like she was on my nerves.  Funny, she wasn't in the check out line but she left the store the same time I did, with nothing!  NOTHING!  She'd created more congestion than the flu.  Unloading the stuff into the car, here she comes walking beside Sequisha, because she had gone to the wrong row looking for her car and moves my cart.  When she got in her minivan, you knew it was coming, she had been the one who had darted out in front of Sequisha and then cut us off, taking the parking place I had my blinker on to take.  Oooh, I am so glad I didn't know that in the store....bah ha ha ha.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Somewhere in Bethlehem

Monday morning....with lots to do and take care of, yet I am compelled to sit and write a blog post when I have nothing really interesting to write about.  Yea, like that has ever stopped me before.  

Friday, because Roy was home later than usual, we didn't get our usual Friday stuff done.  And we had planned to go out to dinner that evening but opted out for take out.  I was still recovering from the Wednesday evening heart episode.  Saturday, Roy went to Bible study and then took Sequisha in for her oil change and check up.  I continued wrapping up projects that we had started during the week and then Roy finished up his part of the projects Saturday afternoon.  Riveting, I know.  But wait, there's more.  

Dena invited Roy and I to go to dinner and then to Bethlehem.  Roy declined the offer because of work he brought home from the office, but I happily accepted.  We had dinner at Three Olives.  It has to be one of my favorite places to eat out here in Rancho De Five.  Then we drove to Bethlehem by the way of Nazareth.  Well, actually, we drove to Current Christian Church to experience their Journey to Bethlehem.  We opted to take the express pass for $10.00 instead of waiting over forty minutes to go for free.  Our journey began in Nazareth...well, actually it began in the parking lot as we followed the star, I mean flashlights to our spot, which happened to be under a huge floodlight.  Anyway, we kind of mingled around in Naz waiting for our family to be called.  We were the Micah family.  Our family motto: We Lika Micah.  No, I just made that up.  Benjamin and Hannah were our guides through the Roman soldier encampment, visiting the Magi on their way to see Herod, shepherd field, Zebedee and  his sons James and John fishing....well you get the picture because we all were headed to Bethlehem to be taxed because of the decree of Caesar Augustus.  They did take a little license with the journey, you know we just happened to run into the Magi and Roy says Jesus was about ten years older than James and John, but heck...you have to have some stops to be able to tell the story of our dear Savior's birth.  Long lay the world...oops, ADD strikes again!  They got a lot more right, than wrong and the way the angels declared Peace on Earth Goodwill To Men, was absolutely beautiful and gave just a little of the feeling of what it must have been like to those dirty, stinky shepherds abiding in their fields.  Both Dena and I noticed how the beginning of the journey was in darkness... I had to bring out my trusty flashlight, I mean oil lamp app on my iPhone, so I wouldn't fall on my knees amd hear the angel voices...no it was more like the Roman soldiers would be telling me to move along and show my papers.  Our program guide doubled as our travel papers.  Anyway, you got a sense of what is must have been like to travel in the dark, without street lights and blue exit signs letting you know what is available off that exit, no Exxon or Shell stations or must I say it, No Cracker Barrels!  Next year if you are out this way, make a stop in Bethlehem via Current Church.  If you can, do the $10.00 express pass. 

Now, I will tell on myself and confess, I started the journey with a cynical view...I have to fight cynicism more often than not.  If I heard another person say Shalom to me, I was going to...well, I don't know what I was going to do.  I thought about saying Aloha because it is a double meaning word like Shalom.  Actually, I remembered a Pee Wee Herman show that used Shalom during an episode.  I could hear Shalom, Pee Wee and then Pee Wee answering back in his quirky voice, Shalom.  With all those years of being in Pageant, I was giving the critical eye to costumes, biblical garb.  OK, one Roman soldier had on jeans, not even under his skirt...just jeans.  The Lord pulled me up short with my attitude and believe me as we meandered in the dark, my attitude changed and I am so glad it did.  This event is a labor of love by people in a church reaching out to their community and there was popcorn at the end.  

We decided the night called for a DQ Candy Cane Blizzard and a drive around the Rancho area to look at Christmas lights.  

Truthfully, I was thankful for this little journey because I missed so much on the big journey several years ago when I went to the Holy Land.  It was there in Jerusalem I probably had the best Diet Coke of my life, thank you Peggy and the church of the Nativity had too many stairs to climb.  I just needed Kathleen to be there walking with me like she did on that trip.  I can walk a little faster now Kathleen.  

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Don't Take Me to Weary Land or Funky Town For That Matter

There are several authors whose work really speaks to my soul and most of the authors are not Christian writers per-se but some of them are Christians but not of the evangelical bent and some are so far away, doesn't anyone just stay in one place anymore....oops, so far away from 'Christian.'  They challenge me to think and ponder.  One author in particular is celebrating another best seller with book stops and tours that are making her weary, tired and cranky.  Her brother reprimanded her by reminding her, she is a best selling author and what she is doing, so many writers and authors would give their right arm to experience.  So he told her to shut up and get on without so much whining and complaining...and that comeuppance got her attention and she righted her path.  She wrote a short article for an online magazine about the experience and that little story of life spoke so deeply to me and where I find myself from time to time in the here and now.

The song that goes through my mind at least once a day is, 'Jesus is a rock in a weary land, a weary land, a weary land.  Oh Jesus is a rock in a weary land, a shelter in a time of storm.'   Yes, too often than not I feel like I am a resident of the weary land.  And, I shouldn't be with all the exciting things going on with our home and the plans we have for it and for the desire that God has placed on our hearts for some things there in the future that only He can do....yet, here, on the prairie, I find myself in the weary land.  Oh yes, I know the verse from Galatians, not to grow weary in doing good but nevertheless, the weary land is my residence if I let myself drift to that land.  There are people whose weary land is much more extreme and wearying and my heart and prayers go out for them.  But honestly, we all have our weary lands and the landscape looks different in everyone of them.  The route and map may look differently for each of us on the journey or our short trips to weary land.

The weary land doesn't necessarily mean we've gotten there through sadness or harsh realities, sometimes the weary land can be just that place and moment when all the good things going on overwhelm one because of the immensity and challenges of logistics and timing.  I would also like to confess that stupid, selfish things can ease my ride of self absorbed entitlement into weary land.   That's a landing that is never smooth and if I let myself be deceived into giving into those thoughts for any amount of time,the take-off trying to leave weary land is rough, full of turbulence.  Let's face it weary land is a place that is better to be from than in.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to take a trip into weary land quite by accident.  I was cleaning out magazines and the book bound 2012 Monablog was in one of the stacks.  I remember in April pulling it out from the bookcase, reviewing what I had written concerning my father's "disappearance" to meeting with his lawyer and being served papers severing his relationship with us.  April is when we were hearing from APS and the mental health division of HPD with accusations that proved to be and we knew to be false, made by my father toward us.  Yesterday, I skimmed those pages and a post written in April 2012 got my attention where I wrote about a friend of my father who called us, concerned with the hatred consuming my father.  His call was more kind than mean toward us, because he counseled me NOT to see or contact my father while his rage and hatred and anger toward us was so elevated.  Uh, not a problem...  Now with the knowledge we learned with the box debacle of his extreme hatred he has had toward me all my life, well since the age of five, reading the blog post from 2012 had new meaning.  Back then I merely thought it was an 'at this time' hatred, but it was a warning even then of the extreme and venomous feelings he has harbored and acted on throughout the years.  And then for that brief moment....I took a step toward weary land.  Since the whole box thing in August and September, learning about this long time hate knowledge caused me to think and recollect memories and times.  At first I was angry with me for trying hard during the years to please and be kind to my father and granted there were some unpleasant times and rough words from me in between the the 'trying to be' times to him.  Knowing this knowledge,I regretted trying throughout the years but the answer came quietly to me, the trying to be kind had kept me from becoming his kind.  This also gave pause to really think through my mother's life and to maybe understand the strain she was under for so many years as she progressively lost her identity and any confidence she came into the marriage with.  I've done some reading and research of late and what she endured and lived is a text book case of living with a narcissist.  

I do have this hope; one way to leave the weary land is to practice gratitude.  You can be tired, but gratitude takes the heart to a whole nother level and thinking through things and being thankful for the good things and divine appointments energizes the spirit.  When timing and contacts don't seem to be happening with the house and the temptation to step across the border into weary land presents itself, that's when I review how we got to this point and being so grateful to see God's hand on each and everything.  Oh my friends, gratitude fills and overflows.  Last night my heart went out of rhythm big time and exhaustion tugged at every place of my being, I was thankful that my heart got back into sync this morning and struggling through the exhaustion of getting grits ready for brunch at Bible study and getting there somewhat on time, I was thankful because there was a day I would not have been able to make it.  When I got home, believe me I was ever so thankful for nothing on the schedule and went to bed and now that I am up, I am thankful that recovery will not be weeks and hopefully not days.

This has taken me several days to write and I don't know that I have expressed anything very well.  But, I know that sharing all the fun and good times, also means sharing the difficult times.  Weary land has been hanging around since September and it is a daily fight when it is in such close proximity.

The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide, A shelter in the time of storm;
Secure whatever ill betide, a shelter in the time of storm.


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Sitting Quietly As I See Things Here With New Eyes

What a beautiful morning.  Buddy and I watched the sun come up.  Well, I think she had her eyes closed most of the time but she purred her little heart out while sitting in my lap.  I awoke much earlier than need by and just decided what the hay...why don't I get up and thus the morning began.

Christmas time is peppermint time and I don't rightly know why.  Don't get me wrong, love peppermint candy, coffee, and hot chocky during the season but the rest of the year..meh.  This morning's coffee flavor is peppermint.  The cream is Bailey's Irish Cream Caramel and the two together is not a bad combo.

Last night our friend and Realtor Courtney, came by with comps of similar houses around us out here in Rancho De Five.  We also did a walk through our home and I did let her know that the excessive lambs and books will be removed.  Also, everything on our church pew will be going up to NC.   Roy and I kind of differ on the timing of everything but reason won out...compromise was struck and we have a more defined plan.  But the major elements still are moving some of our furniture to NC, finding a condo closer to downtown for Roy that is big enough for when I am home in the winter, and selling our little house on the prairie.  Our home will be a nitch sell since it is not conducive for a large family but our lot being right off the green space and with a usable cul de sac for guest parking are strong selling points.

We also received pictures via our friends Vivian and Bill from our painter Keith.  Oh my, the house is looking wonderful!  I love the gray colored walls in Roy's man cave.  I'm also glad we stuck with yellow walls everywhere else.  It is so bright and cheery.  Keith thinks he will be finishing up this week which means the hardwood in the family room and kitchen can be installed and new carpet upstairs.  We went with a practical nylon Berber which will be long lasting and trail resistant.  Granted, it will look like office carpet but hopefully the accessories will downplay that aspect.  The bed risers and bed skirts came last week, so bed wise I think all that is good to go.  We will have the mattresses delivered while we are there.

After talking with Courtney last night I have looked through our home with new eyes.  So, I don't think I had paid any attention to how messed up the shelves are in the laundry room...now I can say were.  Also our little cubby/mud room area is a huge mess.  So that is what I am working on right now.  Really, until after the first of the year we really can't do anything but be in the ready position. I know that means a lot of things need to be cleared and stored away.  I love having all those signs in the laundry room but maybe a potential buyer won't feel that way.  Roy's study has a tendency to look like his office downtown, lots of stacked papers that he will need eventually but those stacks need to find a home for now.   I will say, I have found several things that we will need for our NC home and several things that we haven't used in a long time have found their way into the trash bag.  Really, if it hasn't been used in quite some time, it doesn't look likely for usage anytime soon.

So this day has been about starting projects, getting distracted and eventually finishing them.  Just like this blog post and if Buddy finds me sitting still for any length of time, she is in my lap not wanting me to move, but to just sit quietly.


Monday, December 8, 2014

We Survived the iPhone Change Over

After carrying an iPhone 4 around way past its prime, entering the world of iPhone 6 Plus wasn't the smooth journey one always hopes it will be.  It doesn't help that Roy went to the dark side of Android and is almost no help when it comes to trying to figure out the this and that of what seems totally counter-intuitive to my logical thinking...so guess with that statement the truth is, operator error.  With all the improvements made every time a new phone is introduced to the world, it seems they could upgrade the experience of switching phones.  Wouldn't it be great if everything could just be switched over?  Without any fuss?  Without any frustration?  In hindsight my recommendation would be, don't get the new phone after a long day when one or both of you are so very, very tired.  Over the years Roy just asks me to stay home near a phone store and he takes care of the details.  Love him for that!  But after the eight phone calls within minutes of each other, impatience on my part sets in and I know he is experiencing it at the store.  Only difference, he can't act like a baby while I am afforded that opportunity to do so in the privacy of our home.  Now here is the kiss of death statement when the associate tells you, 'its so easy, everything will show up eventually and you'll have almost everything you had on the previous phone.'  So I'm thinking these things will just magically show up.  Ha!  Once we plugged in the phone to my iTunes account, it did become a little easier but then I am instructed to update the phone...uh, couldn't it have come totally updated?  When I do that a screen pops up on our computer telling me that there is a problem with the phone and with iTunes or something.  I have no clue but I did figure out how to begin adding my apps back to the phone.  I may or may not have pounded my fist on the desk and lamented loudly of losing my journal, nostalgic musings (app), magazine subscriptions and snap chat.  For the record, I didn't lose them.  Once the drama abated, Roy settled in with a bowl of ice cream and I updated apps until I couldn't update one more.

All of it was worth it last night as I finally have emojies to harass my s-i-l the way she has harassed me with their overuse in texting.  She and Erin were at the Nord Rack shopping...yes, teach a child in the way she should go....  Right before turning in for the night Erin texted me and asked if I was still awake...why yes.  Then, the phone rang, my first call on my new phone and Erin and I had a fun conversation in a not too fun circumstance for she and Nancy in the Chicky parking lot.

Chris needed to change days this week, so I was out and about early on Friday morning.  Breakfast at Black Walnut, Target run, Barnes and Noble stop, trip to the bank, prescription pick up, Academy killing some time stop and finally fill up the car stop until it was time to go to Emmanuel for a haircut and highlights.  ****  And this is where I stopped on Friday night.*****

It is now Monday morning and seeing the sun coming through the windows is a welcomed sight.  I do like an overcast day though.  Thankfully, this is an ease into the day type morning and and ease into the week type day.  We had a good weekend getting several projects taken care of and off the to do list.  We watched a lot of football in between and while doing our projects.  Roy fixed ribs on Saturday which were delicious and we heard Natalie Grant Sunday morning at church which was fabulous.  Peggy texted me Saturday night for us to make plans to watch the I Love Lucy Christmas special together and that came complete with my choice of soup or her chicken enchiladas.  You can't say no that kind of offer.  We had the chips and dips and Bill and Peggy came over last night for all of us to watch the show together.  What a great time!  The colorized version of the candy factory episode added a lot of detail I had never noticed in the black and white version.  All my I Love Lucy factoids and trivia came back to me as we watched like, the teleprompter was invented by one of the writers on the show.  Ricky was the one who thought to use three cameras to film the show and that is pretty much how sitcoms are shot today.

Since Friday night's phone debacle Monday morning proves to be I am better with the new iPhone now, only thing...getting used to the larger size and where it fits in my travel purse...thankfully it works and I won't have to carry my usual everyday purse which is a little heavy for travel.


Thursday, December 4, 2014

But I Don't Want to Be Cranky McStanky

This morning I spent a little over two hours at the Orthopedic office for my one shot injection into both knees.  They were running a little behind and the staff assured me that this was an exception rather than the rule since they added a PA and a room dedicated to injections.  Only thing, a child was in the injection room because there was no room in the inn, I mean other waiting rooms, that needed attention. Good thing I had brought a really good book but I think this might have been a little test because this morning while praying, I happened to mention to God once again to help me live life joyfully and not turn into the cranky, grumpy, self absorbed older type person.  I don't want to become that oldie that never smiles and grunts out my unhappiness.  I will say an embarrassing thing did happen while waiting...my nose whistle decides to show up out of no where.  What???  The people around me are trying to figure out where that noise is coming from.  So I did what any other normal person would do, start looking around trying to find the source of that noise so that they don't suspect it is me.  I did have to hold my breath.  This morning, I got the opportunity to live out what I am asking God to do in my life.

Waiting rooms are interesting.  They are filled with people that are as different or as alike as a group can be.  There are those in the boots with crutches, the ones with walkers and wheelchairs, family member who had to bring the person to the appointment, people with wrist and arm casts and then the cranky ones, but my favorite person today in the waiting room was an older lady with a new attendant/helper/driver and this lady was pulling some fast ones that were just plain funny.  They sat near me and the lady began explaining to the new person she's hired what the schedule will look like for the next few weeks and once all the official 'business' was taken care of the older lady asks her new employee if she would like to hear some stories about her family?  What's the girl going to say?  Not no.  Older lady begins telling the story of how she met her husband, their dating, courtship and marriage but ends the story of how her husband had died so early on in their marriage when he was driving too fast, ran a stop sign, hit a car (where no one was hurt) but hubby's car veers off, slams into a curb and the hard impact, ejects her husband and the seat he is seat belted in and he lands in a do nut shop and dies upon impact.  The girl is at a loss to say anything...I mean what do you say?  The older lady adds that she sued the car maker and the do-nut shop and the very money she got from the settlement is paying the new employee's salary.  Silence....  The older lady looks at the new girl with a sad, almost looking like she is going to cry face and then says no, that didn't happen, hubby died of a heart attack!  Most likely from the stories this lady told because a long string of stories, that might be called embellishing her life kept on coming and at the end she would say, no that didn't really happen, this is something she has done before.  When her name was called by the nurse to come on back the older lady said to new girl, now didn't that make the waiting pass by quicker?  I have to say, it made my time pass because I listened in and when she wasn't talking, I read my book.

I never finished my main thought but this surprises no one.  This morning, I got the opportunity to live out what I am asking God to do in my life.  The past few weeks my prayer is let me finish out strong, let life still be fruitful, and all this found in Psalm 92. I did tell you that in paragraph one. This morning I again was reminded that this is my prayer and there in that time of waiting the opportunity to chose joy or frustration stood right there my decision to make.  Funny, how while finishing up my homework for Bible study tonight, the story of Jesus feeding the 5000 came alive.  The disciples have just come back from being sent out two by two, seeing miracles and teaching...when they come to Jesus asking Him to send the people home because they are hungry Jesus tells them, you feed them...see how much bread you have to work with.  Now I didn't have to feed anyone but see how much bread you have says you look to start with what you have but it is God who multiplies and makes the miracle.  This is another opportunity after seeing great things being done in Jesus Name to see that real life comes back into play...and we must depend upon Him for everyday life just as we do when we feel we are out there doing BIG things for the Lord.

So far so good on the injections.  They put three weeks of gel into your knees all at one time and even give you a pain shot.  Good thing I have a high pain tolerance, it didn't even hurt at all even after the pain stuff wore off.  Hopefully, it won't take long for it all to settle in and do its job.  Got some stairs to be climbed in the coming weeks.

Nancy's Monablog