I want to start by announcing the very good and special news: Immaculate Conception (better known as Emmy) or as I've come to refer to her; the Perpetually Pregnant gave birth last night to a beautiful red, white and blonde(buttermilk) foal! A sweet little baby stud horse. Enjoy this! Savor this good news, cause it's downhill from here.
About 2 oclock yesterday, I came down with Bug's lovely virus! By bedtime last night, her daddy had it, too! We either hugged the toilet or stayed bedded up until late this afternoon. It's been a rather pitiful site! Bubba is the only one so far uneffected. So now, Pete missed work Tuesday to work on the well. He missed work yesterday to go to the doctor about his sinuses and constant dizziness. He missed work today due to the virus. He'll miss work tomorrow to get the blood work done the doctor wanted and a CT of his head. The x-ray inside the doctors office showed possible spurs in his sinuses!?! Luckily, time goes in on Tuesday or Wednesday.....so maybe he won't have a total zero week. And to top it all off, he was trying to pull out the pegs on the volleyball/badmitton set, because the puppy was trying to chew them all up, and his back did something wierd on him. Now he says he hurts all the way around his mid section and has trouble catching his breath. Aren't we too young for all of this!?!?
In lieu of our bible verse on anger and speech, I'm going to be lazy this evening and simply pass on this little jewel from God's Work Ministry E-Mail:
The young man had lost his job and didn't know which way to turn. So he went to see the old preacher. Pacing about the preacher's study, the young man ranted about his problem. Finally he clenched his fist and shouted, "I've begged God to say something to help me. Tell me, Preacher, why doesn't God answer?" The old preacher, who sat across the room, spoke something in reply -- something so hushed it was indistinguishable. The young man stepped across the room. "What did you say?" he asked. The preacher repeated himself, but again in a tone as soft as a whisper. So the young man moved closer until he was leaning on the preacher's chair. "Sorry," he said. "I still didn't hear you." With their heads bent together, the old preacher spoke once more. "God sometimes whispers," he said, "so we will move closer to hear Him." This time the young man heard and he understood. We all want God's voice to thunder through the air with the answer to our problem. But God's is the still, small voice. . . the gentle whisper. Perhaps there's a reason. Nothing draws human focus quite like a whisper. God's whisper means I must stop my ranting and move close to Him, until my head is bent together with His. And then, as I listen, I will find my answer. Better still, I find myself closer to God.
And now for the Journal Addition. Hunybea's Open Journal is a treat you've probably already found. Mary has the zest for the things of God, that we all wish we had, that we're all striving to get. She does all the fun J~land things, but she also hops up on the band wagon for a good and worthwhile cause. Then some days, she simply gives us a look into her life. This pretty blonde young woman is mother to four precious children. As far as I know, she is kind and helpful to all who come along J~land, walking the walk even in cyberspace. So, if somehow you've never been, go over and visit Hunybea.
May God bless all my new J~land friends with His Presence today and every day!