Housewifing

not-so-super bug

My mom is still in isolation but she is moving to a regular hospital room in isolation, and they expect to lift the restrictions, soon; because, she has reduced her coughing so much.  Again, the ventillator is gone and she is doing fine on her own.  Her recovery is remarkable.  Praise God.  Jesus is Jehova Rapha, the Lord Who heals us.

Thanks for your prayers.

The prayer of the righteous availeth much!

superbug

My mom has finally been removed from the ventilator.

This has introduced a new problem.  Because she has been infected with that superbug that is in the news right now, she is in isolation.  Because her breathing is now open to be exchanged with others, then others can be infected.

I'm not going to visit her until they explain this better, or I find out more.

Please pray.

annointing of the sick

I prayed over a man today.  His family has been going through what my family is going through.  He is getting life support taken off.  His family has put him on donor lists to use his healthy organs.  I think he is 51.

I prayed over him with his mother there.  I felt his fear and I encouraged him and said that everything was ok and that God was with him.  I saw a tear in his closed eyes.  I thought he heard everything that I said.

I wonder what that all meant?  Is he gonna be alive tomorrow?  Is he gonna get well despite their taking him off life support?  Did he just wake up enough to hear my pray?  Should I have told his family that I thought he heard the prayer?  Will God work a miracle with him, like He did with my mom?

He's a Langley.  They are a hearty clan in the thumb region.  They are like the family that I married into.  Hearty, Strong, Irish, German, and something particularily up north.  I pray that he is comforted.  I pray that his family is comforted and all come closer to Jesus.  I have so much hope for him.  It would be awesome to walk by his hospital bed tomorrow, and have him striving for life, have him healed and healing.  God is in control.

church building

Our church has bought the land next to our high school.

This is awesome news.

Christmas Shopping

It's approaching my least favorite time of year; with my least favorite task to do.

I remember reading, with great expectancy, Grissom's "Skipping Christmas", thinking there might be a way to get away from it all.  I have always been a fan of A Charlie Brown Christmas, even identifying with my great mentor, Linus van Pelt, "I love mankind, it's people I can't stand"; Linus brought Christ into Christmas even when I wasn't a Christian.  Linus showed how perverted commercialism has set itself to abominate where it ought not.

Today, I got asked what gift should be given to such and such; and also another conversation with another; what someone needed and wanted.

My head was spinning trying to keep up with nicities, during both conversations.

But my head is spinning.  Our family could do without another gift until Christ comes.  We have too much.  We don't need another thing.

As for the gift request...that individual needs more than I will provide.

I don't feel Christmas is about getting and giving.  Why do I year after year sucumb?

What is it about Christ being born?  He was born to die for our sins.  Our sins are so bad that they keep us from being in communion, in relationship with our true Father.  Because of our sins, Christ was born so He could  put our sin to death; and we can be re-born as children of our Father.

That, Charlie Brown is what Christmas is all about.

See This

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA

please post a comment:

Still scratching

I wondered why Job sat and scraped his sores with a piece of pottery.  That was a puzzling jot of scripture.  What I wouldn't do for a broken bit of pottery right now!

I itch, itch, itch.  I've been working really hard, which makes me sweat, and itch, itch, and itch.  And there is something about itching that makes you itch where there isn't even anything itchy.  When I was at the "Prompt" care and they thought I had a parasitic infection, they (the medical personnel) were all scratching.  The power of suggestion...

I have a lot to write on.  It's been good to be on a forced-hiatus from blogging.  I've been too busy.  I'm going up North to get into some new unknown adventure.  Who knew poison ivy could be so much fun?

My best friend since I was 3 is coming up, Lisa with the Seager entourage.  And on Saturday my dad and step mom are coming.  Since Lisa is an arcitect and Donna is a decorating whiz; they should have a good critical eye to whats I should do with the cottage.  Scratch, scratch.  I got a pavlovian response every time I think of "up north".  Itch, scratch rub, scratch, scratch.

Movin' on back-to the 70's

This is the time to buy.  We found a 70-style cottage on Saginaw Bay.  It has knotty pine walls and burnt orange with splashes of green shag carpet.  I might just be the only one who loves it just the way it is!  We could keep it or flip it.  We could rent it out or enjoy it.  We put in an offer.  I'll let you know how it goes.

fish-fly festival

This week-end  was packed with stuff to do.  I have to post on the funniest.

On Saturday P. was with his best friend, A and his two parents.  A husband, a wife, their kid, and P.  Two adults watching two 8-year old kids.  The adventure begins.  Remember P. is with them.

They took the kids to the fish-fly festival.  They fed the boys slices of pizza and they were walking around and decided to watch the pizza eating contest.  No sooner did they turn around and P. was GONE!  It is bad enough losing your own kid, but someone elses!  I should have warned them.  P. is oblivious of anything going on around him, if it doesn't pertain to what he wants.  I don't know how long the panic lasted.   

Guess where they found P.?   On stage.  Eating pizza.  Being a pizza eating contestant.  Guess what!  He came in second!

There was a LOT more to the week-end.  I just had to share a choice morsel.

6 day war

I was looking back for a post and a comment to a post.  I had researched about an hour on it.  It was either blocked or erased.  I'm just sad because I was checking back for it and it was gone.  I'm thinking about quitting this blogging thing.  I just waste a LOT of time.  And nobody but me cares what I think anyway.

The blog was about  the 6 day Israeli-Arab war (June 1967).  Israel with God decimated them.  I saw a documentary on it.  I asked my mom what she remembers about it.  I was 2 and the first memory I have about world events is probably Watergate.  My mom remembers the race riots in July of 1967 in Detroit.  They were the 12th Street Riots and I think 47 died, and over 1000 were injured.  They occurred across the nation.  They lasted 6 days (the 12th Street masacre).  The Race riots pretty much took the place of the Israeli victory in the minds of the people back then.  American's remember the race riots more than the Israeli war.  That was 40 years ago.  Blotted out into insignificance.

What God does is significant.  If we love Jesus we should care intimately about Israel.  God chose them.  If it wasn't for their hardheadedness we wouldn't have been grafted in.  Jesus then chose us.  Like the wedding parable, He invited all the important people, and they had better things to do.  So he opened the doors to the street people, us.  We think we are so special, but we are not, we were picked last.  Israel is the apple of God's eye.  The choice fruit.