My People

My People
My matched set of grandchildren - Oliver and Cosette

Sunday, April 17, 2011

how much do you weigh?

It's a cool morning here in the mountains... I slept with my window open and had to climb under about thirty pounds of covers to get warm in the middle of the night... even after I closed the window. Good sleeping weather but I'm still not sleeping good... I saw every hour on the clock last night and feel like I was hit by a truck... still. Glad to have one more day to rest before I get back on the merry-go-round again.

I haven't seen any improvement from the injections yet. Still experiencing all the same pains as before. Having swelling and the other unpleasant side effects again...

The nest is feathered nicely, though. My dad took Austin on a grocery trip with him yesterday and filled my fridge with all my normal healthy yummy stuff... and brought me back some gorgeous yellow tulips. It's amazing how well they did... Austin knows what brands and types of food I usually buy so that helped. I have enough groceries to easily see us through the week without having to stop off at the store or having to eat out. This is a huge help... I've been putting together groceries in bits, one bag at a time over the past month because I just can't handle a huge trip.

The gentleman I mentioned yesterday, a former Sunday School teacher and just all around awesome servant of God had already passed away by the time I mentioned him. His funeral is today. He used to say that the Bible was a book about baseball because it started with "in the big inning"... he was just one small example of the many people who helped make me who I am today. Knowing that all these random threads woven together make a life... I can't help but be grateful for the random threads that are at work in my son's life right now... there is no way to live your life without making an impact on others (good or bad) or being impacted by others. I think if we were truly able to see the eternal impact of our lives, we would be nicer, more thoughtful, less selfish, etc.

I think we sort of get into routines and ruts and feel like our lives are meaningless. Yet, it seems like every day that I have someone to mention either for some act of kindness or some way they impacted my life. I don't know about you, but I want to be invested in the lives of others in the same way that others invest in my life. I want to be a thread... woven into that great tapestry. we aren't alone on this planet... even if we want to be. And even an extroverted-anti social hermit of a person like me has the opportunity to bless and be blessed.

You carry weight in this world... it's up to you to determine if that's like an anchor tied to the ankle of a drowning person... or if you're a huge bundle of helium balloons lifting someone up and above their circumstances.

Gonna sign off now and try to catch a few more winks... love and hugs...