October 1, 2007

  • TODAY

    Today is the day I finnaly leave for Salt Lake, to another doctor, excuse me people, but I hate doctors, no I'm glad for them, I just hate going to a doctor.

    My daughter and her husband arrived Sat. night and they will be taking us.  My life has been busy with doctors, therapists, sorting, cleaning, where I don't even have time to do the things I want to do.  Why does it take twice as long to do something than it did when I was 21?  My granddaughter was here for three weeks.  I gave her a list of things I wanted done; wash windows inside and out, clean refrigerator, clean pantry, vacumn, clean bathrooms.  I thought to myself, there that shoud keep her busy for a couple days and lo and behold by evening the list was all crossed off.

    Well I must pack and get ready to go.  Plaese pray for me,  I'm so glad God is in control.

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    GOD IS IN EVERY TOMORROW !!

    Since God is all our tomorrows

    We need not be anxious today,

    For while we are walking His pathway

    And following Him all the way

    There's nothing can touch us, beloved,

    But that which our Lord will allow,

    So why should we dread our tomorrows

    Or fear what's ahead of us-- now?

    We're His and He walks on before us

    Showing His will so sublime,

    And we'll quietly follow our Shepherd

    Who leads us one step at a time,

                                         ---Mary Z. McHenry

    Again, I'm so glad God is in control..

September 24, 2007

  • POETRY

    The people that really know me, know that I love poetry.  I think nothing can describe the emotions, joys, sorrows, trials, thrills, and love of life, like a poem.  My Mother was poet, she even had some of her poems and writings published.  Some of my children are poets and too have been published.  I have several granddaughters that are poets.  Somehow or other the talant has skipped me, making me burst with emotions that I would like to put into words.

    My slogan is to this effect;  "Poor indeed is he who lives the poetry of life and cannot express it, or he who beholds the wonders of nature and cannot capture them."    I can't write poetry but thanks to the Master Creator and artist and His awesome creation and light, I have been able to capture very few of the wonders of nature.

    When I was in the 6th grade I memorized a poem and I have never forgot it.  Since I was told to tell a short story of my life in pictures as much as I could.  It would not be complete without this poem. Looking it up on google, I found that it has made an impression on more than just me.  Although it is rather long I am going to share it with you.                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                                                                    


                                                        PAPA'S  LETTER

    I was sitting in my study,
    Writing letters when I heard
    "Please dear mama, Mary told me
    Mama mustn't be disturbed.

    "But I's tired of the kitty;
    Want some ozzer fing to do.
    Writing letters, is ou mama?
    Tan't I wite a letter too?"

    "Not now, darling, mama's busy;
    Run and play with kitty, now."
    "No, no mama, me wite letter;
    Tan, if 'ou will show me how."

    I would paint my darling's portrait
    As his sweet eyes searched my face.
    Hair of gold, eyes of azure,
    Form of childish, witching grace.

    But the eager face was clouded,
    As I slowly shook my head,
    Till I said: "I'll make a letter
    Of you, darling boy, instead."

    So I parted back the tresses
    From his forehead high and white,
    And a stamp in sport I pasted
    'Mid its waves of golden light.

    Then I said, "Now, little letter,
    Go away and bear good news."
    And I smiled as down the staircase
    Clattered loud the little shoes.

    Down the street the baby hastened
    Till he reached the office door.
    "I'se a letter, Mr. Postman;
    Is there room for any more?

    'Cause dis' letter's doin to papa,
    Papa lives with God, 'ou know,
    Mama sent me for a letter,
    Do 'ou fink at I tan go?"

    But the clerk in wonder answered,
    "Not today, my little man."
    "Den I'll find anozzer office,
    'Cause I must go if I tan."

    Suddenly the crowd was parted,
    People fled to left, to right,
    As a pair of maddened horses
    At the moment dashed in sight.

    No one saw the baby figure-
    No one saw the golden hair,
    Till a voice of frightened sweetness
    Rang out on the autumn air.

    'Twas too late-a moment only
    Stood the beauteous vision there,
    Then the little face lay lifeless
    Covered o'er with golden hair.

    Rev'rently they raised my darling,
    Brushed away the curls of gold,
    Saw the stamp upon his forehead
    Growing now so icy cold.

    Not a mark the face disfigured,
    Showing where the hoof had trod;
    But the little life had ended-
    Papa's letter was with God.

    The poem is annonymous, from the 19th century

    Since I've been going to doctors, and therapist and such, I have one granddaughter that sends me a letter and poem almost every week.  Of course I love all of her poetry, but this one especially spoke to me.

    He Promised Never to Leave Thee.......................

    Let me hold your hand, oh daughter-child of Mine
    Let me share this burden of the life I must refine.
        Let my love wrap tighter, let my presence bless,
        Pain may be your lot in life----but never loneliness.
     
    That I may allow my Father to refine me is my prayer.

September 18, 2007

  • WHAT SHALL THE TITLE BE?

     

    I have sat at this dear computer and hour and all I have got done is reading other blogs.   I'm afraid that has happened too often lately, I read what the rest of the world is doing and by then I'm too tired to tell the world what I am doing.  I'm almost ashamed to comment on other sites because, I always was long-winded but since I can't talk very much I find myself leaving looooooong comments.  And some sites don't like me because try as I might I can't leave a comment, I keep getting all kinds of error messages, therefore some of my friends (like the one in Northern Idaho, never hear from me.)  So much for my troubles...........
     
    At last we have welcomed in Autumn.  The mornings are cool and refreshing, the days are also cooler, which is most welcome in this lovely state where there have been record highs all summer plus Idaho got attention for having the most acres on fire at one time, as all of the western states together.
     
    I've been sorting and sorting and sorting. Trying to size down.  Can someone tell me how a person can throw away memories.  I know I'm a pack rat, so I better consult Mrs. Darling on this one.  Not that I will listen to her but,   it would be kind of interesting to see what she would say.
     
    Memories take me back to lovely times, because one don't generally save bad memories. Once in awhile I run across a token of a sad memory but not often.  Speaking of tokens I found some tokens that were left over from depression days when most everything was rationed. I for one hope we never have to face that type of thing.  I also ran across a ledger where my dad kept tract of what he spent.  Once in while he would even spend 5 cents for a candy bar.  It was probably bigger than what we pay 89 cents for today.  He also spent 25 cents on a pair of shoes for me.  He made me a crib when I was a baby, and there is record of 50 cents he spent on material for the crib.  I think I'm going to keep most of the things in scrapbooks that I can.
     
     I'm enjoying the help of my granddaughter for 3 weeks.  I'm afraid I'm going to get spoiled.  But I am enjoying while I have it.
     
    On Friday morning, at 4:30,  Pop left for Multnomah Falls again.  He ran other parts of the card route also, leaving our biggest invoice.  I think with gas prices people are sight seeing closer to home than before.  I am so thankful to God for extra sales with my extra doctor bills. Pop stayed at Mrs. Darling's place over night and got home around 10pm Saturday.
     
    It never ceases to amaze me how different children can be that have the same parents and the same upbringing. Although each one of my children are different I can still relate to them in certain areas.  I have daughters and sons, that are natural born pack rats, I have daughters and sons that share my love of poetry, and then some share my love of stories, imagination and exotic living and dinning, some share living in great houses, some my love of gardening, and even one, my love of the challenge of living the way my grandparents did.  
     
    The one that accepts life as a challenge is the one I'm going to talk about today. She just called yesterday morning, after walking out to the road where she could get service on her cell phone, (the only phone they have.)  She sounded very happy and delighted with her situation.  They have just moved to Oklahoma, from Kentucky.  Gwen's husband had just purchased a 100 acres of wooded ground, complete with a year around, delightful, fresh water spring.  That is running full and free with cool clear water. And the house  well the house is not. She had to stay in Kentucky while her husband and boys (of which there were 5 or 6 at that point (she has 10 boys and 2 girls, total) anyhow they built a Pole like structure about 18 x 42 with a loft at each end.
    She happily moved to Oklahoma after her husband went about 2 weeks ahead of her and her littlest ones.
           She has no electricity, has a treadle sewing machine, a washing machine that is ran by some how hooking up a bike and therefore it runs by being peddled, they of course keep things cool in the spring.  By winter they hope to have a butane lamp for light in the evening.  She cooks on a gas stove.
     
    While my one daughter is building a grand house with a million dollar view overlooking the Treasure Valley, the other one dwells in the woods in back to earth surroundings.  Are they both mine?  I remember bringing both of them home from the hospital.  The one has her babies in the hospital, the other at home, in the van, or at the home of a midwife.  Somehow I love all of them and I am glad they are mine. (most of the time. )
     
    Thought for today............."THY WORD IS A LAMP TO MY FEET, AND A LIGHT UNTO MY PATH  Psalm 119:105
     
    GOD'S WAY IS IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE AT TIMES WHEN WE ARE LOOKING AND WISHING FOR SOMETHING ELSE.  (borrowed)
     
     

September 10, 2007

  • THE LITTLE WHITE BASKET.......

    When I was expecting my first baby, I wanted everything to be just right for it.  I wanted a girl,  A tiny baby girl would make my dreams come true.  As I waited for the baby, Pop got laid off where he was working, so he did odd jobs here and there, working for my Dad and his Pop.   When Pop was working close to home I would often go with him. One time it was at a sheep barn Pop was supposed to clean.  I passed the time by sitting in the hay and making a little nightie for my baby and doing some crochet work around it. When it was closer to the time for the baby to be born I was looking thru the Montgomery Wards catalog and saw this pretty little basinet.  It was white wicker on it's own stand with a tray underneath for diapers.
        At that time Pop and I were hard up, but his brother was more so,  I ordered the basket, it was delivered to the store.  Before we went to pick it up, Pop's sister in law (Betty)  found out about it and decided I should use her basket.  Since I got the impression from her that since she couldn't afford a fancy one she didn't  think I should have a new one either. Since I always felt sorry for people that had less than I did, and couldn't stand to deliberately  make someone envious of me, I sent it back and used hers.
        I got my baby girl, and she was very precious to me laying in her little borrowed basket.
     
    When I was expecting my second child, we had moved to a different area and since Betty was using her basket, I ordered another one, it came and this one we kept, for my second baby girl.
        Through the years I used it for all my babies, 3 more girls and 4 boys. After the daughters, and sons were married they would come home for a visit and use it for their own babies.
        The little white basket held many memories for me.  I felt I could never part with it, but now, I'm trying to size down a little, the little white basket was one thing I didn't need anymore.   Pop is going to Portland the end of the week so I told him to take the little white basket with him................. He brought it out of the spare room while I was laying down on the couch.......I heard it coming down the hall...........so many times I'd heard those wheels turn before.....he rounded the corner in the living room and brought it up besides the couch.  A million memories flashed through my mind.  So often I had the little white basket brought to my side, while I was laying in bed (after another baby was born) or on the couch.  Only this time, the little basket was empty, O, so empty.........The little white basket has been moved with us everywhere we have moved. It is 47 years old.  It is now on  its way to Portland to my second daughter, where she will use it for her second grandchild.  LIFE GOES ON.................AND ON..................AND ON
     
     
    GOD NEVER CHANGES, BUT WE MUST, AND IF WE PRACTICE LIVING IN HIS PRESENCE, WE WILL BE HAPPY WHATEVER CHANGES MAY COME............
     
    I'M BLESSED......I'M HAPPY !!!!
     

August 28, 2007

  • A NEW POST, BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

     

    I'm not quite as busy as my daughter, to read her blog sometimes makes my head spin.
    To read my diary of 18 years ago makes my head spin also, so after I read her blog and my diary, I am quite a dizzy person,  It isn't any wonder the doctors don't seem to find out what's wrong with me. 
     
    Last evening as I was reading some scripture, I came across this verse. I was too tired to look it up in a study Bible, but this morning I did..... Jeremiah 5:22......      Fear ye not me? saith the Lord: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for a bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet they cannot prevail; though they roar, yet they cannot pass over it?
     
    Sand:   Sand is a granular material made up of fine mineral particles. It is a naturally occurring, finely divided rock.

    Sand comprises particles, or granules, ranging in diameter from 0.0625 (or 1⁄16 mm) to 2 millimeters.  An individual particle in this range size is termed a sand grain.  Sand feels gritty when rubbed between the fingers.

    Can you imagine sand holding back the ocean? Sand gathers and makes sand storms that are worse than Idaho dust storms.  Grains of sand stick to your feet as you walk on the beach.  You get tiny grains of sand in your car when you've been to the beach.  You can sift it, hold it in your hands and carry it off.  You can gather buckets of it, to carry to another part of the beach to make a sand castle, after which the waves come along and washes the sand smooth again.  Children can easily dig it up and put it in a bucket.  Yet God has chosen sand to hold back the sea.   GREAT IS OUR GOD!

    Wickipedia also talks about singing sands, how I would love to listen to singing sands.

    It's taken me a long time to write this post, too long so I'd better get it done. When my daughters start to hint for me to post I'd better take the hint.

    This summer has been filled with going to therapy and doctors. We've been to Boise (50 miles away) at least 3 times a week all summer.  Now I'm down to 2 times a week. Imagine 2 free days in a row, I won't know how to act.  I enjoyed the summer in spite of all the going.

    August 6,  my granddaughter came to help me for a week. It was a week of sorting and organizing. (will I ever get done).

    Wednesday, August 15, Jana (granddaughter) and I were sorting pictures in the living room, Pop was taking a nap, before he mowed the lawn, and we was to leave Thursday morning bright and early for Oregon.  About 2 hours before dark we heard a noise. looked out the window and lo, and behold the neighbor man was mowing our lawn on a fancy John Deere riding mower (Pop uses a push mower for exercise)  This man had moved part of it different times before, but this time we were home.  We have a huge 8' picture window in our living room and I didn't want him to see us so Jana and I went in the back of the house to my sewing/craft room for an hour and a half till he was done. We of course found plenty to in there.  About the time the neighbor got done mowing Pop came out of the bedroom, and announced "that guy, he woke me up and I decided this time if he wanted to mow so bad, I'd just let him mow"   Later the neighbor was talking to Pop and Pop thanked him.

    Over to Multnomah Falls, Pop took Jana and I to Mrs Darling's place and Jana help Mrs Darling with some of the canning.  I helped too, I poked beans into a jar for pickled beans.  Friday we had breakfast at Mrs. Darlings and then a little girl ( she's married with 4 children) I used to baby sit came and we talked half the day.   She is like another daughter to me, she is such a joy and best of all she loves the Lord.

    Friday evening we went on down to my son Mart's place for supper.  we then went up to see where my youngest son Ben is building a new house.  We stayed overnight at my son Scott's......the came Saturday, A time we look forward to all year, my nephews and our children all get together, Pop and I too, and have potluck and fun all day.  This time it was at Scott's house and we had a pig roast. I enjoyed it so much, it is such fun to see the families all together having a good time.  There was plenty to eat and to spare, volleyball, basketball, visiting.   It kind of hard for me to visit, cause it takes a lot of energy to talk and I find myself in the house most of the time watching other enjoy themselves and that is great for me.  I love to watch people have fun without squabbles.  I only had 2 brothers and both died several (too many) years ago so this is a real special day for me, cause I get to see and spend time with my brothers children, and their children.

    One last note.....We live in a world of competition, starting with tricycles, "my tricycle can go faster than your tricycle" then bicycles. "my bike is newer than yours" then 3 wheelers, "Can your 3 wheeler do what mine can?" then it's cars, "how fast can your car go or stop, mine is the best I've seen"  life goes on and then lo and behold it's canes. "My cane was made by Frank so & so and is a collector's item, is your cane just a plain cane?" Then walkers, "mines got wheels on it, making it real handy, do you like yours?" and last of all it's wheelchairs. "my wheel chair has a motor, I couldn't put up with one like yours." 

    Well I'm not to wheelchairs yet but you should see my new walker, it has wheels, a seat if I get tired shopping, a basket to hold the scrap booking things I buy, and it's a pretty rose color. of course it's the prettiest one on the market.

    BE STRONG AND OF A GOOD COURAGE; BE NOT AFRAID NEITHER BE DISMAYED: FOR THE LORD THEY GODS IS WITH THEE WHITHERSOEVER THOU GOEST.  JOSHUA 1:9

     

August 15, 2007

  • THANKS, MY FRIENDS

    Mine! this miraculous morning!

    Surrendered in trust to my care.

    It came bearing only this warning,

    "Fragile! Handle with prayer."   (E.C.Beyer)

    A big thank you to all who prayed, God is still in the business of answering prayer.

    At first the Doctor and therapist gave me a scary diagnoses.  But now most of the tests are in and they can't seem to find anything.  Now they are saying the prognosis is much more promising.  That possibly whatever is bugging me has done all that it will do.

    It reminds me of when my first son was diagnosed with cystic fibroses.  All the test came back possitive.  Then we had special prayer for him and the next test they couldn't find anything.  He was completely healed.

    It's exciting to see how many times the prayer of family and friends, leave the doctors scratching their heads.

    They still want me to be seen by a doctor in Salt Lake. So we hope to go their sometime in September.

    We leave tomorrow for Multnomah Falls and a family reunion and pig roast at my son's place, so I guess I will leave you for a couple more days, hoping to be back by the middle of next week.

    GOD BE WITH YOU!!!!

July 30, 2007

  • THIS AND THAT

    Today I was visiting other blogs. All of them interesting.  First of all I seen something that reminded me of Mississippi when I visited there.  Pictures of Kudzu vine covering dale and glen and trees.  In one story I heard when the people from Mississsippi don't have anything else to do they watch the kudzu take over the town.  Athough I found it very pretty when I first seen it, I soon learned that the people down in Mississippi did not agree with me  I've heard that once you have it you can't get rid of it?

    In a newspaper article I read one time, they had found a  small patch in Oregon and they wouldn't tell anyone where it was for fear somone would try to spread it.  Maybe next time I take a picture of Mt. Hood it will be covered with Kudzu.

    I found blogs that were devoted to photography.  I enjoyed them.  As I was going from blog to blog and as I read down on this one blog, I seen a piture of a wedding in North Carolina. Of course I'm always interested in wedding, picture 1:  the bride and groom, picture 2: the bridesmaids and when I got to picture 3 or4 I looked and looked again, and lo and behold there was a picture of my oldest daughter visiting with a friend.  It was taken in April this year,  Look around folks you never know what you will find on these blogs, may I say espcially Xanga.

    My oldest daughter, Robin, was here for visit from the 8th of July to the 18th. The time went so fast, as we looked at pictures from the past, as we visited and listened of course to Pop tell stories from the past.  (I wish I had a memory like Pop) he remember every little detail wheather it happened or not....... I'm kind of naughty in saying that but he's one person that loves to tease and we love to tease him back.  But I must admit he has a wonderful memory.  Robin spent time baking cookies to put in the freezer, she also made a couple casseroles to put in the freezer, she went to therapy with me 2 or 3 times.  The therapist says she love it when families get involved. We wondered what she would do if all 9 appeared at the same time, Knowing my family they probably would if they all lived close enough.....

    On Wednesday the 18th we had to put her on the plane to send her home.  I miss her but I realize she has a family to take care of in PA.  Robin's one son is married and living about 2 hours away.  The rest of the family live in PA.

    This afternoon we got a visit from one of the Troyer families living close by and we also got a phone call from daughter #4 (Laurie) and she said her and her husband were coming for a few days.  I asked her if she would still love me, if I found out my problem was all in my head,.  She assured me she would,   Of course it might be if my brain isn't sending the right signals so I can talk and swallow.

    You've heard it said that if you don't use it , you'll loose it.  Which means if I would have talked more, I might still be able to talk. 

    I can joke about it but inside I cry.  I want so bad to do the things I used to but I'm at least glad beyond all alse that God is in control.  What do people do without God?  And I want to spend the time when I have to sit down, doing something for Him.  Which bring me to another thought, I would like to be able to send cards to someone who needs a secret friend or encouraging....It's just a thought but if you would email or message me with the address of someone you know and a little about the person I would like to send them a card.  I live in kind of secluded area, with not many people around that I know, plus I can't talk very good , so I thought I could at least do this.

    WE NEED NEVER TO BE ASHAMED OF OUR TEARS. THEY ARE TO OUR HARD HEARTS AS SUMMER SHOWERS TO THE BLINDING DUST OF EARTH....CLEANSING, CLEARING, CALMING.

    POUR OUT THINE HEART LIKE WATER BEFORE THE FACE OF THE LORD.   Lamentations 2:19

July 28, 2007

  • THE TATER FAMILY

    My speach therapist wanted me to bring some things to her that I have done, so we would have something other than stuctured things to say. Of course since I do photography, this is something we will talk about. 

     She said although she doesn't can we might talk about canning,  poor thing don't know but I could talk about canning all day.  Every fall while my family was growing up my life was canning and freezing.  I would can and freeze over 2000 quarts of fruits and vegies.  I love to can and although I might not can any more I still have 2 boxes of new fruit jars in their boxes my canner and other essentuals.  I've got a shelf in my new fruit room with empty jars on it (must be so I can dream)

    I'm making a short life story in album form, when I get to photography I have a page for Oregon and one for Idaho.  Everyone knows that Idaho means potatoe's so let me introduce you to the Tater Family.

    image This is the "Tater Family,"  they posed for this picture out in the onion patch.  They were harvesting onions.

    from left to right  -   Common-Tater,  Dic-Tater,  Agi-Tater,  Sweet-Tater,  Hesi-Tater,  Irri-Tater and Spec-Tater.

    They're our closest neighbors.  In fact they live in my pantry.

    I'd better get busy and do something worthwhile.  

    "LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD AND GIVE HIM GLORY." Revelation 9:9

    SELDOM DO WE FIND JOY WHERE WE LOOK FOR IT.  IT IS FOUND IN SMALL PACKAGES: A HAND TO HOLD,  A SMILE TO WARM MY HEART, BIRDS ON THE WING,  AND CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER.

    The longest word in the dictionary is smiles.  (there is a mile between the first and last letter.)

     

July 26, 2007

  • MISC.

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    I seen a banner like this on a friend's site and although it is not the same I tried to duplicate it with my own pictures.  This is what I came up with.  Even though their are lots of ???'s in my life right now, I do indeed praise the Lord for all His blessings to me.  

    As I read different post in the blog world I read of a lot of pain and suffering.  I'm thankful that God knows what we can bare and gives us grace accordingly.  I also read of lots of people praising the Lord for the joy in their lives. 

    A week ago we put our oldest daughter (Robin) on the plane after a 12 stay with us. She cleaned my house for me and did some baking.  It made me feel lazy but I sure enjoyed it.  We worked some on old pictures and O, the stories they tell.  I must tell you some, I hope you will bare with me as I tell this stories so my children can learn about some of their ancestors. 

    image-2.jpg This is my grandfather holding one of his grandson's.

    Levi was an interesting person. Quite an independant one.  The story is told when he was 17 his mother told him to go out and pick cherrries for supper.  He went out to pick cherries and kept on walking and disappeared for several years. He loved to walk and people would see him at different places around the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri.  It was during one of these fishing trips that he met my grandma.  He met her, got aquainted, dated her and 6 weeks form the time they met they were married.   Wow and we talk about the young people now days.  ???

    image-3.jpg This is Uncle Bill, My mother's brother.  He was like his father in that he too disappeared.  My mother had some contact with him after he left, she knew he rode the trains and that he was last seen about the time I got married.  My mother missed her brother and on her death bed, my brother walked into the room and when he spoke my mothers comment was "O, Has Bill come"  Young people stay in touch with your parents and family, you never know the pain you cause when they lose contact with you.

    image-4.jpg Dad was a twin and I found this picture of him and his twin. I think it is interesting how many old pictures are in the form of a post card. this was one.  My dad was raised in the hills above Silverton Oregon, which is probably about 40 miles from Portland.  He never got to Portland till he was 21. How old was you till you got 50 miles from home? 

    image-1.jpg This was my Mother's 1st cousin. Grace had polio when she was little and since she couldn't walk without a crutch she would sometimes sit on the streets of Portland near their home and sell flowers.  If you look close you can see her crutch under her left arm and her little purse in her little purse hanging from her right hand.

    image.jpg Of course I have to include a picture of yours truely when I was about 8 years old and it wouldn't be complete without a picture of Pop !

    image-1.jpg Isn't he cute?????

    I guess I've bored you long enough so good night for now.

    "This I learned from the shadow of a tree, our influence my fall where we can never see."

    YE ARE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD. A CITY THAT IS SET ON A HILL CANNOT BE HIDDEN. Matthew 5:14 (nas)

     

     

July 24, 2007

  • BLOGGING AND THERAPY

    I'm sorry I haven't kept up very good with my blog. I kind of been kept busy going to therapy.  By the time I get home I'm feel like I'm pretty tired.  I'll be glad when this is over with. Next week I'm supposed to go to the doctor and I'm suppose to find out what it might be.

    Pop asked the therapist today if the doctor would know for sure.  The therapist told him no they might not be able to find out what is is. So I ask again for prayer, that the doctor can tell for sure what it is, so we know what we are dealing with.

    I have this week plus 2 more weeks of therapy, then I'm suppose to be done.  Maybe then I won't be too tired to post, although I have been lurking, that's easier than posting.

    On the brighter side.............Today after therapy, Pop asked me if I wanted to eat out?   I said "Yes"  He said OK, "only I wished I hadn't had a glass of chocolate milk before we left, because I'd feel more hungry, but I had a glass of hot chocolate this morning"   We ate lunch at Sizzler and, dear friends, when we got home the glass of chocolate milk was still full and sitting in the microwave.  If only I could feel full after only thinking I ate something, maybe I could lose wieght.

    I told my therapist that what I have is 1/3 old age, 1/3 symtoms of something and 1/3 imagination, and I would like to be able to sort them out, as to what is what.  Her answer was "It's real."

    GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN, AND WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.